Bhawna Raina's Personal Blog

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.