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 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.

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.

When the drop was left in the chalice of life, the sun hid behind the dark clouds and it rained to make me wet, it woke me up and I felt alive, it was not raining life on me but, a realization that I am alive. I still have that fire in me, that hope still is breathing, I am not going to just turn into ashes but, I am going to rise like a phoenix. I am going to fly away to the place that is mine, until the light I see is mine.