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.  

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.