Bhawna Raina's Personal Blog

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.

Opened the door to a new life, Hoping to find moments of nothingness, That nook which will show the Meaning of things, That i have just known, and have been ambiguous about. Stopped to gaze at the horizon Thinking may be the map of my quest will be found, Slept only with the hope of dreams that will Someday become the inspiration of life. I woke to find what we know of life, is just a  Bucket full of bubbles frail and flimsy Alike yet so different. Just echoing, the voices Of evanescent and endurance, Of truth and falsity. It was never easy that walk of difference, I still wonder the purpose of me, In the whirlpool of so much,  I am still seeking that nothingness. Still outside but a strom I hide Fear to face myself is only what I deny, Not scared of losing, but sorry I can't conquer myself. You aren't my enemy, I am my own poison.

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.  

That lane outside my paradise, was chirpping with the sounds of innocence, There was not a lonely hand, Someone was there to make the sad ones laugh, To keep company to those who were alone. The doors were open and windows beamed with the light of security. There were lies and pranks, but no harm caused, All were friends, who had the time cheat and betray, Always busy to finish what teacher had asked and ready to take over the world with  the bunch of friends. I never had the phone because a shout was enough to summon the entire group out. Who had known the sun will be the same but it would cause a tan when we grow up, Who knew despite having the technology in hand, It will take years to call the best friend. It wasn't easy then, it isn't easy now But the spirit to get across is faded and weak.

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.

Like a breeze she just went past Leaving the traces and treasures Of glory and ruin, the saga so rich which can never be counted or measured. The windows which were my source of light , are closed, its deep and dark, for the trip to wilderness, I embark. They say shut doors open to hope Ready to meet the rays. Eras have gone by tracing the ways, the footprints of spring and of felicity. Nothing scares me as the fear of the dark, the light is there but behind the scenes. The shadows of my mighty past haunt and entice, I bear the burden of the others What I was and what I have become. I fought back but all in vain, It was just too late. What slipped out like sand beneath my feet would never return, Steady pace and desire to get through will forever race and run. repentance is my only purgatory, The journey though would become an enduring chronical in history.

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.