Bloodied wings.

“No one can build you the bridge on which you, and only you, must cross the river of life. … There is one path in the world that none can walk but you. Where does it lead? Don’t ask, walk!” ~ Nietzsche.   Out my grilled windows of opportunity, I eyed the wings hung outContinue reading “Bloodied wings.”

No, she said.

Demure, quiet, she kept to herself as she walked down the road of life. Wary, alert, carefully she kept her distance from people. She hurried if she felt people approaching. She hastened her steps when men asked her questions, quickening her pace, mouthing the same word over and over again, “No.” She walked on tooContinue reading “No, she said.”

Boots.

  She trudged along the gravelled path, Far from home, lost in the rush of the world, Her boots worn, her back stooped, The winds, cold and brazen, cut across, The skin on her face drooped.   Her eyes stung with tears, That refused to fall out, She shut them close, Wanting to push theContinue reading “Boots.”

Of People and Things.

Naksh was singing at the top of his voice! “Papparah Papparah Papparah… Badtameez Dil Badtameez Dil… Ahh… Haan“ “Oh shut that radio thing off and stop jumping on the bed,” Shailjaa scolded her eight year old son, Naksh! No longer jumping, he smiled at her and stood there, the hand held radio his father boughtContinue reading “Of People and Things.”

Why? Oh why?

Often, things don’t make sense. Why does the Sun rise every day to set? Why do the flowers bloom only to be plucked by mischievous little bratty hands or to be offered at the feet of stone idols of the same Gods who created them in the very first place? Why are examinations more valued thanContinue reading “Why? Oh why?”

Wheeling towards life.

“You see that man down there who’s cycling?” said the Creator to the little baby beside Him. The soon-to-be-born gurgled, “Yes” in baby lingo. Soon, even his mother would understand it as well as God did. “That cyclist doesn’t have ambitions. He hasn’t made plans on how he wants to spend his next five years.Continue reading “Wheeling towards life.”

Seeing me in you.

Looking into your eyes, I lose myself in their depths, My hands in yours, Seem to melt all my troubles away. Fingers entwined, feet in sync, I can take the world head on, Your faith in me, Is much more than my trust in myself. Taking you up in my arms, Kissing your cheeks asContinue reading “Seeing me in you.”