Bhawna Raina's Personal Blog

Tere rangon ka rang agar hota mere rangon sa Sunn pata me wo baat jo tera dil mujhse kehna chahta Har wo gami ka aalam badal jata hai jab khushi dil se aati hai Ab to bheedh me bhi tanhai ki awaaz aati hai Bhool jaye wo raste jo hai tere mere Door talak bas manjil ek rahe Khel jo mene bachpan me khele, Tune bhi wahi khele bus naam aur jagah thi alag, Jab gire to roye hum dono the,  aansoon bhi the aur dard bhi, Par rukhe nahin, josh that us pal alag, Ab ban gaye us rang se jiska ko na farak Fike se rang se ghul ke mit jayenge Esse sapne na mene dekhe n tune dikhaye Us gali kab jayenge, jahan khule rehte the darwaze aur aati thi zindagi awaaze Ab to shor hai aur dhuyen ka rang kala. Apni tasveer me kuch rang chaiyen, Kuch badlati nazar ki zarurat hai, Tabhi to safed kagaz ji uthe ga, Sunayega ka kisse kahaniyaan kayi, Kuch puraani kuch nayi. Mere rango me tere rango ki zarurat hai, bus do pal saath chalne ki zarurat hai.

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.

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