Monday, April 30, 2012

A DROP OF WORD.





Let us not drain
even a  single drop of word.
in the desert of silence
amid the scorching heat 
of separation

let us save it
one by one
and  harbor it,
up to that extent
so that, zillion drops of words
can express themselves 
into a river of  -
 tender sentences
of love
to be uttered

and  eventually
we can use them
to save a  life of 
a relationship

let us not drain 
even a single drop of word
when traversing through
a desert of separation


let us save it
to save a mild touch
of affection and love.


Sunday, April 29, 2012

LETS RESPECT A TENDER LIFE !





 In the age, when we are considered as intellectually well equipped species than others on this planet,, it certainly seems that we have decided to offer a tight competition to our fellow species, by practicing some animal- like deeds.

 We are,  these days  confronting with endless string of shameful acts that how a baby girl of merely few months , has been abandoned or killed by their parents either out of their long- standing archaic aspiration of having baby boy instead of a girl or of  their illegitimate relationship .Since the  unfortunate case of baby Falak, who finally left for heavenly abode after painful suffering in hell (our society) we are seeing no end of such inhumane deeds; just a recent case of baby Afreen who was brutally and  forcefully consumed tobacco by his monster father  in senseless aspiration of having a baby boy.


 In the time, when we assume or believe that such incidents germinates just because of illiteracy, ignorance and stereotype mentality among mass, and more rampant in remote and under developed areas, the emerging irony is that the recent cases similar to these have been constantly executed in most modern cities of India - Delhi/Ncr, Bangalore etc (well reputed as IT hub of the country).Well, this is alarming.

In Gurgaon; the hot IT hub of India and most vulnerable place for females of all ages as well; in recent time, almost every week, there has been a case of abandoned girl child who is either rendered to bruised or physically unwell condition, generally found in dump.

Today, we outspokenly debate over even a mild case of human right violation. But unlikely, we as a society and as an individual respond towards such heinous practice and those potential perpetrators in a very impotent manner.

It is just a false assurance for us given by ourselves that a deterrent law can stop such malign act immediately, or frivolous public debate on news channels at prime time can bring a paradigm - shift overnight in our thinking. Instead, we should not forget that such demonic act of abandoning a child and  many similar to this gets encouragement in a family where human values and respect for life are not taught during their upbringing.

Baby Falak and baby Afreen couldn't find their heaven where it prevails but instead somewhere else where they shouldn't. Lets begin with a tender smile for them and offer it to other baby Falak and Afreen who are yet to open their eyes in this world.  






Wednesday, April 25, 2012

ANNE FRANK-"THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL"



                                      (ANNE  FRANK -AGE TWELVE,AT HER SCHOOL DESK.AMSTERDEM NETHER LAND, 1941.)

In how many ways a human life can  severely  be inflicted, and what could be the holistic definition of loss of life while it is on?. Such mind-boggling  question did not find any corner in my mind until i got immerse in meeting with Anne frank- the 14 year old  Jewish girl   through her diary-“the diary of a young girl", just a week ago.


Though, the diary of  Anne Frank is more about personal revelation of grim glimpse of holocaust and seems to be an desperate effort to give vent to her desperation, despair, jittery and personal contradiction belonged to her age, yet it unbosoms the unearthed human loss and its sanctity, which under misconception counted in numbers and not in any other measures during an era of" human eccentricity"- WWII (1939-1945).

 Anne was born in a Jewish family on June12,1929, In Frankfurt, Germany.  After living first few years of her childhood in Frankfurt,  Anne had to fled to Amsterdam, Nederland in along with her parents after the Nazi seizure of power in 1933.

Under the state sponsored holocaust (mass killing of Jews) Germans occupied Amsterdam. For this reason, frank family had to remain underground and unwantingly had to live in a secret attic apartment. Anne named it as - a Secret Annexe. and presented vivacious experience of various lives and her  delicate relation with her family members  while living in that attic apartment. It is worth mentioning here that Anne wrote not only about her own testing experience in that apartment but also, painted a demonic scenario of hellish environment of outside as well. She spelled out that how the Jews were facing the ferocious atrocities against themselves by Nazis. How a specific race (Jews) was persecuted in the name of being perpetrator.

Anne and her family finally met with their unfortunate end, in august 1944, when the secret police of Germany discovered the hiding place after being tipped off by an anonymous Dutch caller.They were sent to concentration camp.Anne died of typhus in March 1945, just two weeks before the attack of Soviet Union who liberated the victims of concentration camp eventually.

 For any individual, especially a teenager who is supposed to be more involved in their own fuzzy world of doubts and varying ideology, it must be a formidable task to keep oneself  at vantage point, where one can actually display the sheer balance between the  personal hopes, experiences, plight and efforts to unveil the public misery.

The diary of Anne frank was widely accepted across the globe for various reasons: through her writing, she actually went beyond the age barrier in the context of thinking. She wrote what she believed, and   she also penned down what she did not.

After the WWII, the world recognized this brave soldiers of humanity, who rose herself above the holocaust, Judaism, girlhood and even goodness and become the only figure of heroism. John F. Kennedy in his words-Of all the multitudes who throughout history have spoken for human dignity in times of great suffering and loss, no voice is more compelling than that of Anne Frank."

Anne became the undying symbol for the lost promises of those children who died in holocaust.  Her life was of course was quite ephemeral like flower of lily, but became eternal through her writing.


P.S.-  In the holocaust: mass killing or more precisely the  genocide of Jews was estimated to six million including one million children.
They were given every unimaginable torture by Nazis until they died.
Anne was among those one million innocent children who was butchered under those appalling circumstances.






Tuesday, April 17, 2012

WHEN YOU CROSSED MY MIND...



And today-
when you crossed my mind
through a tender thought
of yours
one more time,
in this ascending smiling night
so quietly
like ever before
you conquered me 
 instantly
once more.

and today-
i will cherish
and relish
my leaning and drifted thoughts of yours
against your  living memories.
till this surging night descends
and sink into the clamour of-
 this superficial  clueless world.

but tomorrow-
i will wait-
when you will cross my mind,
once again
in some other guise.
in some other ways,
in one more, ascending night...




Friday, April 13, 2012

TITANIC: POEM





it has been hundred years since the great Titanic sank and settled in the seabed of north Atlantic ocean  forever. But its memory still is  as pristine as its grandeur during its maiden voyage and is  floating in our heart . Here, i am trying to revisit  its poignant and nostalgic description wrapped in a poem...hope you will like it.



a ship was  cruising on the sea,
undoubtedly, its wings were free.

they it named- "a ship of dreams",
"unsinkable" - the  voyagers  and world always believed.

but the' fathomless'  ocean was always  cold in its  heart,
 the voyage of dreams, it  wanted to discard.

it first allowed to let it come ,
to embrace it tightly until it  get sunk.

glee faces, were now  crying in the whirl of tragedy,
a while ago, they were enjoying quite merrily.
 
their ship was being smothered  by the ruthless sea,
they could do nothing but to wait and see.

it was the only 'titanic'  for many hearts,
now is submerged and slumbering into the ocean of past...

Friday, April 6, 2012

IF THIS PATH...





 If this path-
takes me to the silence
let it be noisy...

If this path
lures me 
for non- existing destination
let it bluff me...

If this path 
leads me 
but nowhere
let it command me...

This path is
nothing but- 
an innocent smile of a child
somewhere, i know-
showing  pristine joy
on its either side...

This path is 
nothing but- ours life
leaving no trail eventually
and,
ready to begin one more time
quite afresh.............







Tuesday, April 3, 2012

I REMEMBER...







it was a jungle 
so flourished
so green.
some flowers
of living  reminiscence
had bloomed there.
i remember...

that spreaded fragrance 
of never ending  chit - chat
had existed there
for so long
and-
some innocent moments, too
had smiled and stayed there.
i remember...

a jungle-
similar to that one
was thriving 
in a fertile land,
of  dreams and reality
where-
two passionate faces
used to see and visit 
each other's heart
quite often
i remember...

today that jungle-
seems to be  perished
and almost vanished
but i remember
that small tender bud
had saved itself
to tell a saga-
of that heavenly jungle
one more time...