April 23, 2012

The Difference...




Colors of the rainbow
Enchanting, to be painted and preserved
Same colors glistening
On a drop of morning dew
To be ignored and trampled

Happy Birthday Abha

Have you ever got red rose from a teacher ?


Happy Birthday Abha Ma'm







A usual morning, defined affair
Freezing fingers, shivers and winter
Behind the table, she stood there
Biting cold all over, an impersonal atmosphere
She did something,
A blanket of warmth everywhere
A fresh Red Rose for every chair
With dew on it, I held it dear
Love effervescence, from a fleeting teacher
It was not fair, It was not fair

A wish for a beautiful and long life for dear Abha Ma'm 

With Love
Meenaxi

April 2, 2012

Homeless


This post is written to follow the theme of experience with ‘Encountering the Other in Language / Place’ on the BluePrintReview Blog carnival(http://www.blueprintreview.de/lapjoin.htm), emphasizing on the other, and in the process of seeking, a different perspective evoked where the other-ness could not be found.



Picture credits - From Freedom Collection on Favim.com




Where do I belong?
What place, what language?
What is foreign to me?

I am here
Always was,
I am ancient
I was a volcano, a boulder
A fish, a sparrow or a squirrel
Today, I am a girl

You make me bow
Attach me with a custom God
Fence me, limit me
Introduce me to fear
Free me, let me fly
I am a cloud
A rootless, homeless floater
Of no shape, no race, no color
I just change, stay forever

Don’t tie me
With your sacred thread
No sprinkling of holy water
From the purest world
I have emerged
Been tied to the strongest
Chord of umbilical
Into the holiest water of the womb, I have immersed
I am pure as a prayer


I have traveled
From nothing to nothing
Everything to everything
To commune and consummate
I will be here, never dissipate

I exist, raw, pure and divine
What’s there to define?
I am eternal, you can’t confine
What could be foreign to me, you opine
The colors of the flame emanating from your pyre
Would be same as mine