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Saturday, 1 March 2014

Deceit

Hidden behind the wall I see a shadow of a man, a man I supposedly love. His hands are around her waist; almost embracing her whole body, caressing slowly, his mouth is hungrily feeding on her mouth with a hunger that I have never experienced with him. My husband of 6 years who once said he would die but touch any other woman, who rarely touched me anymore, is ravishing someone else and then suddenly they turn and I see her face.

Tears roll down my cheeks and I yell in disbelief as I see my best friend, my life support in my husband’s arms. True to his word my husband has not touched any other woman; he is with "V", my friend, my best friend, my guy friend Vikas!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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Friday, 28 February 2014

Who Am I

I run through the day as good as a puppet

You pull one string and I dance

You pull the other and I sing

You leave me I fall

You push me I swing

I live thousand lives with you

I have spent thousand lives with you

But have I lived?

I float through the motions

As light as air

Air with no ripples,

Air but no wind

I float, fly and wonder

Through so many earths

Through so many dearths

But don’t feel travelled

I don’t feel lived

I swim through the water

Wading through waves

Drowning and dying

Burning and crying

I float through thousand oceans

I drink thousand potions

But don’t feel lived

I walk on the road

I am you

I am her

I am him

I am straight

I am single

I am married

I have wrinkles

I tip toe

I limp

I am young

I am old

But who am I?

I am flying but crippled

I am swimming but no ripples

I am alive but dead

I am living but not

I am every mask around me and I forgot

Who am I?

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Saturday, 26 October 2013

Why I Pray

I don’t know why I pray

May be

I pray because I am

I am because I pray

I pray because I have faith

I pray because I know you are there

So many times I questioned

So many times you answered

So many answers you gave

Without any questions

I pray to let you know

I am there

I am there because of you

I am there and I love you

Not because I want something

But because I have you

I pray to you...for you

People question

People laugh

People gape

When I talk to you

So many times I justified

That you are there

So many times I tried to prove

That you care

And then I gave up

Faith can’t be forced

Faith can be questioned

It can be cut into pieces

And it can be thrown in the sea

It will be tested time and again

And it will survive

If it’s true

So many times I pray

Because I know you are true

So many times I pray

Just to hold on to you

I pray for no reasons

I pray on no occasions

I pray because I believe

I pray to hold on

I pray to connect to myself

Because you is me

That’s where you live

Right inside me

So many times I pray

But I don’t

So many times I want to ask for things

Then I can’t

Because I don’t pray for reasons

So many times I pray

Just pray.....

I am a part of a small NGO and just before leaving for my home town on Diwali ever year, I do a mini celebration with my special kids there. This year as a part of the celebration and pooja the gifts will include a special package of “SampoornaLakshmi Pooja Pack”. Not only because I am writing this as a part of a contest but also because the contest made me think and question my faith. I questioned and reasoned and I am glad my faith in the supreme power stood firm. I hope someday every one realise that the power is within us, we are our believes, we are our strengths and we are our weakness. It is in our hand to use or abuse the supreme power latent within us.

This post is written for the contest–Everyone has a reason to pray at PurePrayer

Friday, 25 October 2013

Her Dream Wedding?

Her hands are covered in henna

and her face is decorated with a shy smile

but her heart is disobeying her

She wants to be happy

She promised herself

It will be alright

It will be her fairytale night

Her wedding,

Like everyone said will be her re-birth

Her dreams

Like everyone said were just dirt

They why all of a sudden

She was unsure

They why all of a sudden

She didn’t feel happy anymore

Why after ages her heart was not with her

Then why all of a sudden

everything was blur

She was asked to meet her taker

After he said yes

After she was informed

After it was officially announced to the world

But she couldn’t make herself go

May be she wanted to delay the future

May be she wanted it to remain a dreamy dream

Her refusal was appreciated

Her being coy was expected

She didn’t ask anything

No one told her anything

Not knowing is better

She thought to herself again and again

She survived the prying eyes of future relatives

She nodded at all right places as it was imperative

She cooked and she walked

She looked down and never talked

She did everything right

As right as the word right

As correct as the word correct

Then why all of a sudden

She feels trapped

She feels choked

This is the eve of her fairytale wedding

Why even after people calling her outside

She couldn’t open the door

It was too late to do anything

Was it too late to do anything?

May be she can’t run away

If she goes out she will be forced into the marriage

But is there only one door to go out?

May be not

She closes her eyes and chooses the door

That will let her fly

That will let her be free

Forever!!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. We give out themes for creative writing each weekend for Indian bloggers

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