To see beyond....

To see beyond..

I always thought I am not among the lucky ones,
Born with a silver spoon to boast of one,
To have everything as and when wished,
Until I saw this little boy on the streets,
Carrying his younger and fragile brother,
Not as a burden but as a soft cotton orb,
Linking his arms around him,
Talking soothing words of comfort.
I haven’t realized until lately,
How I take everything for granted,
The loving care of parents,
The continuous chattering of sibling,
It’s so easy to crib about the things I don’t have,
Than being thankful the wonders that I have,
I may have little, but that little is universe of some one.. out there.
The little boy came closer to my parked auto,
Imploring to give me few of my coins,
I wished I could give him the world then,
But I just kept wishing and am wishing the same still,
I quietly passed few coins to him,
Brightening his day and his smile mine.
Thankfully for me the auto moved ahead,
And that was the last I see of him.
He is not only one nor am I the only one,
To be asking and to be giving,
When will I do something is the question I am asking,
Hope I get the answer soon and I do something.

-Anu (10th July, 2006)

I just feel like crying…

The day is sunny, with the sun so bright,
But not sunny enough to lighten my mood,
The gloomy thoughts of the night,
Leave me emotionless as a wood….
To wipe away these thoughts of fright,
I just feel like crying….

With cheerful faces all around,
Some smiling, some laughing,
How hard I try to ape them all,
But nothing seems to work,
I crave to smile just for once, but
I just feel like crying…..

The little boy playing in the mud,
As carefree as a bird in the sky,
Reminds of the good old days,
When I used to be happy-go-lucky,
Thinking and waiting for the past,
I just feel like crying…

The butterfly fluttering its wing,
Hoping from flower to flower,
Wish I could fly like you do,
Kissing each blossom without a scare,
When I realize I can’t fly like you,
I just feel like crying…..

The more I think the more confidence I lose,
The more I wish, the more I miss to enjoy,
The more I crib, the more I realize…
I just feel like crying….

- Anu
(31st March, 2006)

To understand the Unknown

How many times have you felt this unknown creeping between your thoughts, how many times have you tried to avoid it and forget it, how many times have you tried to realize and give a name to this unknown. It happens with everyone, me, you and every person around us. This unknown cant be termed as a feeling, because a feeling can be controlled and manipulated to suit as desired, however this unknown cant be controlled, it has its own free will, it enters the being with silence, it exists with silence , however silence is not the only thing it offers. It awakes in us the ability to walk through the past and enter the future. It extends horizons unknown to us. This unknown not only makes us think about what has happened, it also makes us comprehend the essence of each moment that we have lived. Knowing this unknown is like watching me in the mirror, however the only difference being that I can see myself more clearly that I see with my naked eyes.
The more I try to grasp it, the more I get tangled in it. Maybe someday, I would understand and live in harmony with this unknown.

Meeting The Zahir

Meeting The Zahir..

‘Zahir’ does this word ring any bell in your mind. Well, it didn’t for me, when I first read it. Yes, read it. This is the name of the book that I finished reading a couple of weeks ago. After reading thrillers, murder mysteries, I so very much needed a change… I wanted to read something that is abstract, something which is not predictable. When I am reading a paragraph, I shouldn’t be able to think about what is in store in the next one. It should be something that should stir a deeper me, waking me.
‘Zahir’ is based on such similar lines. This book is about a person losing his loved one, how he struggles without her, how he meets his Zahir in the end. It’s not like any boy-losing-girl-finding her-happy ending kind of story. It’s more mature in describing the turmoil once suffers in such situations. The same things which were beautiful and alluring in her presence suddenly turn gloomy and depressing in her absence. While I was reading the book, I realized it’s not only about the love that we feel for the special someone; it’s also the love that we feel for our parents, our family, our friends and all the things and moments that we held close to our heart. My Zahir is not a person, not a feeling, not a moment, I still not able to realize what it is…. Reading the book, I have just met “the” Zahir, Hoping to meet “my” Zahir soon.

Regards,
Anu

First Blog

Hi,

This is my first blog... no idea how or what I m gonna write. I have often come across friends, acquaintances talking about blogs, the freedom of expression that one enjoys..so on and so forth. As me being curious about everything and anything couldn’t resist myself from taking a plunge into the world of blogs… So, here I am… hope you will enjoy reading my blogs…..
Happy reading ...

regards,
Anu