Bhawna Raina's Personal Blog

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.

Lost self Shining through a ray of light Upon getting close, I saw the broken glass, That crack was threadlike, but, it was not intact anymore. Some fragments lay there, Some shinning bright and some covered in the dust of time. Still so much was there to gather, I had heart for all but not enough space. What to leave and what to takeaway, Each one was a part of me. Never I had a choice, so tough to make, Turning my back, I lifted my head, Eyes were wet and everything was numb. What changed was not the fragments I left behind, Now, it was me who I needed to find. She held my hand, I turned around, “Look at those diamonds”, she said. I smiled and realised, My growth was covered with what I had learned, It was her own perception that was right. Some days treading back is the, Step forward in the journey, of find the lost self.

I will be back before the dusk creeps into darkness, I will be there before the sky is overcast, I will be by you before the water soars and it gets flooded, I will be there when you are surrounded by solitude. You see me as your mumma, I am your daddy too, I am that friend who is always around, I am the your silence and I am your noise. I am the Voice. Your weakness,  Your strength, I see you all the time. I can show you the light and lead you astray, The choice is yours not mine. All is the design, a maze, Keeps getting the deeper the more you gaze. Marvel at this magic called life, It is a balance of sorrows and smile. When you rise to high, I shall pull you down. Lead you to the mark and the destination, Playing with your imagination. You want it all or nothing, Listen for the signals  Stay alive to create the story, A narrative where words are your Voice.

End of the things leads to the beginnings, In the inferno we are stuck, 'yes' or 'no' you may choose to just say there is no mid way. Some choose to smile in the face of grief,  well, that is a masterpiece called 'life'. Taking glance at this enemy of life, She smiles back and says, "alas! you realised" Death is a vital, no escape and no fight. some die of disease, some succumb to starvation, Some become the mute victim of rape and terrorism, Some get murdered even before they even smile, While some die in the lust of possession,  then there are proud martyrs of nation. There is a coward dying somewhere, death for some is liberation from guilt and freedom from fear. The nature avenges,  the animals hunt, and there is no tally to the numbers suicide. Isn't it enough horror to start respecting the thing we call life?

When I look out, I am envious and inspired. I see you sway with the wind, I see you stand there facing the force of air. Still a sight to behold,  Bright and beautiful, Basking in sun's glory of gold. A constant warrior you are, In dark and shine, Whether its hot or cold. The smell of burning wood,  Reminds  me of the childhood, The house of freedom, Sounds of trains, run to the tracks. As we grew, the heart kept going back, The unfathomable quest, Through all the changing art, Change has stood the test of time. So fluid and yet the toughest, It has never been easy to take the deep dive, It has always been fight to stay alive, Nothing escapes the wrath of time. Yet everyday we wake up, To smile, to let norms be, To do what we are devised for, Act tough and preserve our sublime.

Raste bhi wahi rahenge, Teri awaaz ki gunj bhi sunayi deti rahegi, Kabhi aankhon me nami sa, Kabhi hoton pe muskurahat. Wo shikayaton ki fehrist, Kuch tareefon ke pul, Yaadon me reh jayega. Jahan tum chalegaye ho, Wahan hum bhi mil jayenge kisi mod par. Na raha hai mere pass kuch, Na tu kuch saath le jayega. Jis sifar se aaya hai, Wahi teri manzil kehlayega.

For all the time I know, You've been around My pillar, my base, The keeper of my race. I bestowed in you my hope, My reason to be, My focal when there was no scope. I nourished you and  You lead to my sustenance. How can things come to halt in  Fraction of instance? Best of allies, we stood on the same lines I kept my balance and you endured being on my sides. I entrusted my love and trust in thee, I know you had hopes from me. We betrayed eachother, You say it is too much to seek, I only have to say, I have no more to give. Some secrets are best kept, There is joy in not knowing it all, Your sound is my voice,  The parallels that never meet, You are my poison indeed.