Bhawna Raina's Personal Blog

That lane outside my paradise, was chirpping with the sounds of innocence, There was not a lonely hand, Someone was there to make the sad ones laugh, To keep company to those who were alone. The doors were open and windows beamed with the light of security. There were lies and pranks, but no harm caused, All were friends, who had the time cheat and betray, Always busy to finish what teacher had asked and ready to take over the world with  the bunch of friends. I never had the phone because a shout was enough to summon the entire group out. Who had known the sun will be the same but it would cause a tan when we grow up, Who knew despite having the technology in hand, It will take years to call the best friend. It wasn't easy then, it isn't easy now But the spirit to get across is faded and weak.

The drizzling drops of golden light, kissed the darkness aside, Grey in the memory when really it was bright... A little too late did the dream broke to reality. The green patch had died, truth was shrugged behind the bitter lie, In the shackles of time and society a little too late, the life realised. Never had been the destination, thus when the deep dark ocean met the shore, Fierce was it's course, A little too late it knew the face wrath. The tearful eyes were looking for a smile, but a little too late did the hungry hands got the morsel to mouth. Time comes and goes, Death awaits nothing and none Youth has its age, the money will be spent, A lesson learnt, a bit too late.

Silent and serene...the night Everyday passing day seems same. Yes we all do the routine but yet isn't there a variation, a slight shift, of actions, thoughts, and moments. That is what is unique.. As I almost wrap up my day, I look back and tell myself I did well and so is true of each one of you. I am glad to take a moment out To admire the dark sky which paints a beautiful canvas of clouds and stars, So much more revealing when looked upon. Only asserting that change is the only constant, Embrace it and pat your back. Well it was never meant to be perfect, Or else how will we learn. The beauty fades, the earth moves The deserts turn to water and water dries away. Cherishing through the bits of broken pieces and putting it all togther in the end is sum of it. It is in this imperfection that smile peeps through eyes full of tears, It is this night that holds the promise of tomorrow, It is this breath that hides the key to your happiness.

Magnanimous and meagre are rocks, Mute but gazing for ages the time passing by. Enjoying the sun and burning surfaces, From drowning in waves to causing the havoc, They support the growth of life and also becomes the face of death for some. Not just seasons but they have seen the journey of civilization, Every single one is real and gives some food for imagination. For an artist they are the muse, shades of life, For a homeless, rocks are the roof above the head, they may also be the source of bread. They grow with their pace, Gazing at the some leaves a mark of solace. No race to fight and win. Each one is unique, but also alike. Nothing but simply obeserving the pace of life.

The quest for the lost pieces of the puzzle, perpetual, as it is the dire need of desert for a drizzle. Amongst all the errands that have conquered the days and nights of human life The life itself has lost its proximity to the small things that marks the identity of life. So engrosssed in meeting, the timetable, the deadlines and expectations Simplicity is left far behind. The walks of pleasure have been replaced by run for life. The family time is narrowed down to setting plans for weeks to come for holidays that we now call escape amd some say retreat. Seems we are lost in wilderness. Every act is like a move of chess. So much perfection to acheive that we abandon the thought that we learn more when we make mistakes. Perfect albums and pictures are our reflection of success. How can we proxy experience for picture perfect situations. When it all comes together, It must leave a smile on lips and teary eye, A moment of pride for living Life.

Looking for some sunshine I stepped out in the glory of nature. Simple and pristine such a joy to be part of immense beauty. The breeze was cold and I felt it brush against my weary existence I closed my eyes and opened them To find myself in the expanse so green and fresh I could smell the greens and hear my heartbeat I could hear the mighty trees rustle and sing with the wind Alone yet accompanied Hearing the birds chirp and flutter their wings Behind me were innocent voices laughing and smiling The metal of the swings clinking The footsteps were so carefree I was living in the world of dreams Ma I missed you, There was my sunshine smiling bright.

I walk slow really slow I look around to see if someone is watching I hide the load that I carry on my soul It is same as you carry but you hide The solace in nothingness and weary days and nights The echos of failure are haunting and no one is spared At that station where no one comes and no one departs I am stuck in my side of chains Stories of faith and victory are just tales to be told I am not the one who does not have flaws My scars are mine, not for your tea time talk. Left the light and shine behind, the night does not become day anymore. I stop look around and keep walking.

Story of you and I, A tale that no one would talk of. There was no palace, no moon and stars shinning. I was moving gradually, learning to walk past the odds, Odds unseen, breeding every moment in my heart's dark chamber. My feet burnt and bled seeing the death of all that I knew was serene, and pious. Who wrote the script with the burning coal on the skin, Wounds so deep and never to heal. All that I was looking for was coherence in the chords But, the music was dead and rhythm choked Slowly melting candle was ringing in the days of end. I never read my story my friend.

Shadows are the partners, Wanted and unwanted, seen and unseen You know they are there. None but they stick around forever. The only voice ever heard is to be true to thyself. Nothing haunts you in solidute but your own shadows. From the past, of present and fear of the future. What is gone is incorrigible, what may come forth is an enigma and only the present is always real. Nothing, not the master time will repeat itself. The shadows are free from evil ideas only the acts are seen not your thoughts.

Clear head and open heart are virtues which aren't everyone's attributes. Tough goes in the making of tough. What is seen through the naked eyes may not be true all the time. We see what we percieve and that isn't always correct. The contruct if mind is complex and is a composition of our experiences. Some people are able to hold on to how they feel and see things for not just a day but lifetime. But, for some expressions need vents. All those things that we say and do may just be unconscious acts because if a lot of thought is put into doing a things the purpose of that act tends to diminish. I am what I am. In your opinion, I may not be right and in saying that I will have to have the same view for you too. But, these simple acts are easier said than done. Looking for simplicity isn't simple at all. Being humble is not possible always. Truth may be a bitter bite for one and logic may disappear in other person's sight. We all have our own race to win...