Saturday, June 20, 2015

BORN YET UNBORN...


You were my dream
But you went away like a dream
Still at times I feel
That you will come back to me

That I can call you by the name I kept for you
That I can make you wear the clothes I bought for you
That I can interlock my fingers with yours
That I can feel that tickling of your touch

But I know my child
It's a dream,  just a dream

As you lie in that two feet box
Covered with a pure white cloth
Adorned with a bouquet of white roses
And as they lowered you down to the ground
I thought I buried all those heaps of dreams
Along with your tiny little body

No no i can never
Still at times I feel
That you will come back to me

But I know my child
It's a dream,  just a dream

One day I will come to you
To meet you on the other shore
Will you greet me with that shining smile then
That you never showed to me before?
Will you at least know me
As the one who waited every second
Of those long nine months
To press you tight to my heart?

I just wanna tell you son,
To the world you were born yet unborn
But here or there you will be my first-born forever...

Saturday, December 7, 2013

SHOULD SHE DREAM AGAIN???

Holding her tiny hand , pointing to the starlit sky,
The dad said to her
” Daughter you can have dreams now…
Right up to the skies, till they reach the stars and beyond,
For your yester days are gone behind,
So behind ,that they can’t come back..
Now you have a dad and a mom
And not one of them alone…

You ‘ve got a dad now
And no matter what the surroundings are
I will be there to guide you
To give you what you desire
To take you to what you can
To give away me for you alone
To be all that I couldn’t be before
But you know whatever happened earlier,
I wasn’t the reason or trigger
For even in my weakest conscience
You know I can’t part you with…

You’ve a mom now
With her prayers for you always
To protect you and warm you
Whatever your world be
And wherever you pass through
She is with you to love you
And to stand by your side always
She no longer has to fly
With a broken wing and a wounded heart
Nor does she have to make you fly
For I am back to my real self
And I will be there with her
As the power for her life
As the end to her lonely struggles…

And above all, you‘ve got a Big Daddy
One who sits in the skies
Yet come near to you whenever you cry
The One who can lead you
To your dreams wherever you be
Even if our hands fail…

And thus, she began to dream,
At first with a stumbling mind,
Then with strong footings
Doubtless and focused
Right till the stars
Just as the hope that lit her dad and mom
And their withered life…

The dad and mom
Were with her always
Totally for her
With what all they could
And even with what they could not
Forgetting about themselves
And the joy they can share
She was the joy to her
And her dreams were their dreams too…

So she  dreamt day and night
She jumped as high as she can
Asked her Big Daddy to lead her always
To direct her to touch her stars the sooner
And everybody saw and everybody knew
She was drawing closer and closer
To her stars -her well kept dreams…

And then suddenly one day
When she realizes or starts to think
She can no longer reach there
What should she feel?
Remorse to the One above,
Complain that He did not lead her?
But  then how can she forget
That what she got till now
Was once just a dream for her?
-A dream far off,  very far off…
And how can she forget
That her dad had told
The Big One above will give her
Only the things He too likes
And that would be the best for her anyway??

Or should she realize that
Life demands heaps of trade offs
To choose one or the other
When you want both of them?
So should she take it
As a sacrifice, she ought to do,
A sacrifice that’s worth to do?
Or as a change in the wish list
For something of greater value-
Much much greater value?

Or should she fight
With her mind, body and soul
Till she is not left
With even one drop of energy?
But won’t that take off
The pleasure from the blessing-
The one which she regards
Too valuable to be lost?

Or should she just move toward
Where the wind takes her
Accept what comes in
Whether good or bad
And live with a smile always
And keep all her tears
Always for a better reason?

Should she dream again?
She is confused, So am I!
The only thing ,sure about
Is the deep unnamed pain within
Which words can’t say
Feelings can’t show
But the Father above can understand
And of course, the dad and mom too
The ones who kept and still keep
Their little girl’s dreams
Sheltered and shelled
But looking for them to turn only
To what they actually should be,
To what they were meant to be...

But she doesn’t know if or when
And so do I!

Soumya

03-03-2012


Saturday, August 22, 2009

The world you see around ,is seen by you alone!!

Yeah, this is one thing I believe..I ( & you too) am unique...Whether it's my folly or my intellect, whether it's my strength or my weakness, whether it's my smile or my cry, what more , whether its my hair texture or the print of my finger--everything about me is unique !!and so is my perspective n outlook about the big world around me..A person which appears good to me is a bad guy (may/may not be) for my friends; A practice which appears harmful to me is a very common ,not- worth -considering habit for the people around me;A belief which is true and perfectly rational for me is superstition and illogical for my brother;And , a dress which seems to be green for me is blue for my roomie(heights!!!)Yeah, it does create difference and friction many a time..but then somewhere deep within me, I enjoy this uniqueness of mine and that of each and everyone I meet in my life...since that's the ultimate factor that gets rid of the monotonicity of life and adds variety and colours to it...After all, this huge and wondrous planet doesnt belong to me and my likes alone...!!