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 py...

The destroyer and creator Perseverance is the quality in thee. Nothing can harness the energy that you possess, Nothing can embrace the power you unleash. Thoughts in your head are the fire to destroy the self. Rising from the ashes, the phoenix you are. Falling,rising and still moving on Stopping only to contemplate. What is lost can never be attained but the quest must never cease, You in your own reflection would always know, The darkness of your side And the righteouness will always be your pride. You are not what I have taught you to be, You chose who you are.  When it is time, plunge as you reach the edge. What says behind would never be known.

The words have impact when they have sound and expressions, Just the words in our thoughts are futile Through the shadows the light peeps And all I see is the disguise and guile trying to take steps out of the shackles but the track is steep Tumbled and broken, chasing the bubbles like a child Ignorant to what lies ahead Not sure what I am yet to find. The pages open and I try to read between the lines In the reminiscences of the past  I see the flash of colour and hear the tinkle of smiles Holding on to the thread while hanging off a cliff at last Let it go and let it glide through, You may rise after you hit the bottom Shattering sound will be the awakening call for you, What comes after is unknown to me and you.  

Buried it all while leaving the prints behind The reminiscence of the better side Conspiring to shred every bit of truth, Leading or misleading the youth? They aren't building bridges But creating a world of glitches and hitches She cried for her dying child And they partied like wild. He was looking for his dead parents While they lied about all that was to be transparent. All she sought was education But they lead her to prostitution. Some want to breathe fresh air And smoke chimneys are killing people everywhere. No, it is not going to get easy and good It going to be a dead and cold neighbourhood. Buried it all while leaving the prints behind The reminiscence of the better side

Tracing back when time lost essence is not possible any more, The pace of actions has been faster than what geared for. Admiring the beauty, feeling joy and pain is now at the end of the tunnel that is long and I am too tired to walk. Walking on sand that just takes my ground away, The words fall short or I talk too much is tough to find. Learning to be blind and deaf is what we have traded over our peace of mind, Choking in this bubble full of strangers. Most of what remains of us is just surviving, Each face has a tale to tell, weary and unfamilar eyes of our own kind. The search never ends, As I reach the end I learn it is a mirage.

If I were to be a shadow of my past, I'd look at what I'm now , Today is only an image of where I have joined the track to be one of all. Never looked back to what was standing there and laughing at me for stopping me, Head held high I have put myself as an image so unique. Unique, because thats what we are. Created blue prints of how things will be, Ended up understanding thats no one can change the course of winds. Gazing at the dark skies I have made, tracks amongst stars only to be faded at the break of dawn. When there was water beneath my bare foot, I have felt alive. Learning to walk after falls is a strange zeal that never breaks. Not the best but I am.

I knew you were mine, Taking each step towards you brought me closer to myself Invigorating morning dew was cold, I remember, Still as new as the gleaming moon that was bright as never before. Seemed nothing will ever be so immaculate. The touch of a bud is a promise of birth, A rainbow in every nook. The heat from the fire ball, Mighty and fierce, yet a lifeline. The weary soul dances to the tunes of gurgling and splashing waters. Breeze so tender, is a panacea for my wounds. Brutal yet kind Constant yet changing Departs yet comes back. None can take away my sorrows and my happiness is mine too. I knew you too were mine.

Flipped back through the pages of My Book Closed my eyes and opened my mind Indeed it was simpler then Easy was the ride then Simple were my demands then The thought was clear and I knew my goal And now I open my mind and close my eyes I am closed to the simple joys I am tough to all Well just competing with my self Beating my own targets and raising the toast My Book wasn't meant to be this.