Bhawna Raina's Personal Blog

Varied meanings..... Heard the rain splatter on glass, Took me back, Walk to school and chattering in the class, The dark, overcast sky, The smell of wet earth, been so special, always. The paper boats, The aroma in the kitchen. It doesn't happen anymore, I guess I have lost my sense,  But thinking hard, it just doesn't happen anymore. We ride to school, love to hear the rain drops on on phone, "rain water is unsafe", Mumma says.   This is rain for me,   You know rain is a bane, I have a house, so I don't complain.  No thoughts for those who are out, Nothing to eat, rain is a relief from the heat, When it pours too much,  the shelters break,  there's desolation followed by pain disease and death. No one cares and no one shares,   Save it, for what? I don't need too much,   Only to satiate a farmer and not destroy the life. That is the balance we set off big time, Set our own pyres, in this g

The sound shatters the wall of silence, Dawn adds gleam to night.  Wondering how ironical it is,  Not knowing what is about to happen next and we plan our lives. Chaos that mind goes through, is not new and there is nothing to hide, standing by the door wondering about the deep sky,  just wait and stare far at the horizon so wide.  Isn't it all a mere illusion,  you and I? Mirage as we know, the dream for open eyes. I decieve and smile through, that is is the trait of conceit. As a human, this role I have taken upon me, Because I got gifted with a fragile machine called mind. I have broken it and learnt, Only to fulfill, the things I like. Less to care about those around,  Exploit what comes my way. Failed at time to sync,  What I mean and what I say. Deep is the construct, as I  delve and derive Ever seen the wreakage,  Worth a million when you find what lies at its heart. Valued when intact but treasured in fragments. Dead roots and cripled system is what we conspired for those w

When she smiles, my eyes sparkle,  As it shines upon me, it leaves behind the love. Cover of the dark is never far away,  Hounds me at all time and places. Never to part hand in hand,  I walk my joy and sorrow. Naive I was to think that happiness is all that matter, Only to let it shine, was my hope. And when the storm struck,  I was without an armour,  my anchor was weak, went adrif and learnt to glide,  Simple lessons learnt when faced with thunder and light. I was the richest when I was broke, Fearless, when there was nothing to lose. In the dark corner of nothingness,  I found my lost self. The treasure in disguise of trash. When the pride will be at pinnacle, Thy ego would crash, What doesn't righteously belong to you,  Will find it's place, At that moment of realisation, you will my friend say the grace.

It lasted for a fraction,  But I my heart still twinkles, I have cried all night, Missing your light, That smile. It was a silent expression, But worth a best seller, Oh! How can I value thee,  That smile. The sorrow of love and life concealed in that segment, That face to remember, I can still dream of it and wake up from my slumber, When I think of that night, When your smile was mystical, I feel my heart shudder of that enigma that isn't still over. Nah, that smile. It would kill with a riddle, a puzzle that lasted forever. When I was alone, I heard you, there you were with a stranger, But it made me feel alive, Oh baby, with your little bunny toy you smiled.  My wounded soul found some joy on the lips of a tiny stranger, Who waved me goodbye. The promise of that smile, pulled me out. I stood back and ...smiled. I knew behind that smile, is a flood that you hide,  Betryal, hatred and defeat, all are just the traces in walk of life, But your stunning smile wins them all.  You kno

Towards the pinnacle,  I had decided to walk. There I saw the conquest of land, people and mind. They were the shackles of power and slander Fortune and colour,  language and justice, Bais and opportunity. Not one but all in the mad race, Love, ethics, origin had no trace. The balance I was carrying got heavier enough to carry on one end, Trying hard I saw it run out like sand,  I saw disease, poverty, hunger,  Slavery and misery,  My image of garden broke,  There was vast expsnse of ruin and deceit,  Liberty was becoming an expensive deal. Will the fog ever clear,  The crying eyes will see the cheer, The day the sun rises that way,  The horizon will glow in aura of independece. There have been die hard fans of place we call our haven,  Many have gone but many will appear. I will keep the lamp buring till wake of that dawn.

Her light was luminscent, A shade to the weary soul, A shoulder to the weeping eyes, Grace and modesty was exemplary,  Oh! That poise was incredible. The mirror reflected, the real She, She who talked business,  Her silence was her weapon, not to mistake it for her weakness,  Belief those eyes showed, could give a fearless glare too,  The tone was high,  And she knew to make you chew your words if she chose. She was her own end in the beginning. She could give and had learnt to earn. In her own fury she would just burn, Little aware,but that ignorance was her guiding light, Not after the books, she was a student of lessons of life.  Was she a mystery,  Yet to be found. It is not me or you, It need not be defined. What limits are she hasn't learnt, Vivacious like wind and fresh as morning glory, Mundane was not for her. Living and exploring keeps her going on. Force of life and the life force she stands.