Bhawna Raina's Personal Blog

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.

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.

Somedays I don't want the fog to break, I don't see much and I am invisible too. Clarity and clear vision are a discipline that I detest. I am the best looking for my own tracks to tread as I go. Go back to the memorylane, when the vision was innocent, Moving on, I drew blueprints not of my aimbition but my failures. The surprize is no longer hidden in the scaling to the top, Rather my everystep makes me marvel. The fog becomez a sense of strength for me, It lets me try harder to get through to find myself amidst more.

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.

Didn't we evolve? We have been learning since childhood the evolution took place and is ongoing. All I read and listen to, these days is about heart rending assaults on people destruction of life and property. I wonder what is wrong with the thinking of people. Tolerance, co-existence and moving on is hard to believe. I hope the is process is not reversing. People are exhibiting guresome acts. Innocents being raped, murdered and something like 3 hour movie has become the lead news of the nation. A nation where other conditions like poverty, malnutition, depression,unemployment and illetracy need more attention. Most unacceptable in these situations is victimisation of the victim, accusing the surviour of being at fault, damaging  public property and disrupting the course of life. I wonder how many of these actually even understand the moot point. And then there is another thought of people who considers these things absolutely normal. Strangest thing that appears is also the...

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...