Don’t be shy
Don’t be scared
Reach out
Pull the curtain
Open the window wide.
Let the air gush in
Let the sunshine stream
Don’t worry about some flies
Or some splash of rain
That will follow the freedom.
Look out- greet the real world
With its beauty and sadness
With its riches and poverty
Face the truth
Don’t hide behind a curtain.
Don’t let ignorance blind you
Wrap you under its cloak
Face the world just the way it is
There is so much to love
There is so much to change, if we care.
Sharmishtha basu
16.08.10
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Wings of glory
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wings of glory 19.08.10
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Some yearn to fly
To kiss the deep blue sky
Some succeed
In touching the divine high
Those who are left behind
Sometimes shrug, sometimes fret
It’s just the human nature
Not much to worry or regret
When you are blessed
Blessed a bit too much.
Beyond the limit of everyone else.
Be prepared for envy
Be prepared for treachery
Malice, hatred or fury
They are just like winds
That pull you down to earth
Don’t let them scare you
Ride on them with a laughing soul
For they will come again and again
As long as you will fly, kiss the sky.
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wings 24.03.10
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Those who have wings
will meet these
wingless creatures
who yearn to fly
but can’t fly
reasons too many
lack of wings
or weak wings.
Don’t let their fears
Scare you.
Don’t let their jokes
Daunt you.
They may envy or hate
Mock, ridicule or curse
But they can’t stop you
So just fly and kiss sky.
sharmishtha basu
wings of glory 19.08.10
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Some yearn to fly
To kiss the deep blue sky
Some succeed
In touching the divine high
Those who are left behind
Sometimes shrug, sometimes fret
It’s just the human nature
Not much to worry or regret
When you are blessed
Blessed a bit too much.
Beyond the limit of everyone else.
Be prepared for envy
Be prepared for treachery
Malice, hatred or fury
They are just like winds
That pull you down to earth
Don’t let them scare you
Ride on them with a laughing soul
For they will come again and again
As long as you will fly, kiss the sky.
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wings 24.03.10
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Those who have wings
will meet these
wingless creatures
who yearn to fly
but can’t fly
reasons too many
lack of wings
or weak wings.
Don’t let their fears
Scare you.
Don’t let their jokes
Daunt you.
They may envy or hate
Mock, ridicule or curse
But they can’t stop you
So just fly and kiss sky.
sharmishtha basu
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Hope
An old woman lived alone
She had no one to call her own
Sometimes people were cold to her
And sometimes they were really mean.
They assumed horrid things about her
They assumed them too very often
For she never told them who she was
Or from where has she come to live there.
Hearing their taunts, fear and hatred
She became brittle as a thorn
All people could see on her face was
Anger, hatred or a big frown.
Soon that suspicion, mockery and hatred
Harvested its crop, she too started to hate
She made her hut her fortress and lived there
Hating, cursing the whole human race.
One morning when she opened her door
She saw a tiny child lying there
Hardly four or five years old
A pretty girl in tattered rags.
The mother inside her woke up
She asked her from where she was
And heard that she was an orphan
Who has lost her way in the dark.
Her life transformed with her touch
She started to live again
Soon her tiny hut was ringing
With the laughter of the little girl.
The neighbours started to ask her questions
She answered none, and raised suspicions
They branded her a thief, a kidnapper
And decided to punish her in front of all.
They chained the old woman, dragged her to court
The king was sitting on the throne
The little girl game with her, with eyes full of tear
The king was moved to see the duo.
On his gentle, kind query, every thing came out,
He ordered his subjects to never bother them
Told them to never hurt those they don’t love.
For only love gives us right to punish.
And as they have left the old woman to die alone
While they lived a happy life a few yards away,
Now that God has given her a glimmer of hope
They don’t have any rights to snatch that away.
She had no one to call her own
Sometimes people were cold to her
And sometimes they were really mean.
They assumed horrid things about her
They assumed them too very often
For she never told them who she was
Or from where has she come to live there.
Hearing their taunts, fear and hatred
She became brittle as a thorn
All people could see on her face was
Anger, hatred or a big frown.
Soon that suspicion, mockery and hatred
Harvested its crop, she too started to hate
She made her hut her fortress and lived there
Hating, cursing the whole human race.
One morning when she opened her door
She saw a tiny child lying there
Hardly four or five years old
A pretty girl in tattered rags.
The mother inside her woke up
She asked her from where she was
And heard that she was an orphan
Who has lost her way in the dark.
Her life transformed with her touch
She started to live again
Soon her tiny hut was ringing
With the laughter of the little girl.
The neighbours started to ask her questions
She answered none, and raised suspicions
They branded her a thief, a kidnapper
And decided to punish her in front of all.
They chained the old woman, dragged her to court
The king was sitting on the throne
The little girl game with her, with eyes full of tear
The king was moved to see the duo.
On his gentle, kind query, every thing came out,
He ordered his subjects to never bother them
Told them to never hurt those they don’t love.
For only love gives us right to punish.
And as they have left the old woman to die alone
While they lived a happy life a few yards away,
Now that God has given her a glimmer of hope
They don’t have any rights to snatch that away.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Shattered strings
Don’t expect a perfect melody
from a lyre with shattered strings
ripped again and again
by cruel, clumsy, unkind fingers.
If you want it to sing sweet
pick it from the dust
where it is lying in neglect
repair all its shattered strings.
Then try with love and kindness
may be it will sing again
but the cruelty of past hands
may come back to choke it.
If you cant ignore those moments
those tiny falterings
go for a new lyre
leave it where it is now.
from a lyre with shattered strings
ripped again and again
by cruel, clumsy, unkind fingers.
If you want it to sing sweet
pick it from the dust
where it is lying in neglect
repair all its shattered strings.
Then try with love and kindness
may be it will sing again
but the cruelty of past hands
may come back to choke it.
If you cant ignore those moments
those tiny falterings
go for a new lyre
leave it where it is now.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Own light
Glowing with our own little light
thanking God for what is given
feeling blessed for being just
what we are is the bliss of life.
When we see a flower we love it
when we see a colourful bird
we adore its beauty and cherish
without dragging our hearts down.
We listen to a lark with admiration
we watch a waterfall with glee
same should be our state of soul
when we see someone glow.
When we see someone outshining
instead of feeling down we should
glow with our own light, enhance it
and join the shower of loving light.
Written on 30.04.2009
thanking God for what is given
feeling blessed for being just
what we are is the bliss of life.
When we see a flower we love it
when we see a colourful bird
we adore its beauty and cherish
without dragging our hearts down.
We listen to a lark with admiration
we watch a waterfall with glee
same should be our state of soul
when we see someone glow.
When we see someone outshining
instead of feeling down we should
glow with our own light, enhance it
and join the shower of loving light.
Written on 30.04.2009
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
light
When you feel the world is dark
gloomy, painful and full of hurt
light a candle of love in your heart.
If human love has failed you
let it be God’s eternal love.
Once you fill up your heart with light
it wont be contained within.
it will spread its wing from the nest
and fly in the wide, blue sky.
its song will be heard far and wide
its beauty will shower down on mankind.
So, now, when the dark clouds are
gathering around your nest,
illuminate and protect your own light.
Wait for the dawn of the dark night
dawn of admiration of creation
dawn of love and peace and smile.
gloomy, painful and full of hurt
light a candle of love in your heart.
If human love has failed you
let it be God’s eternal love.
Once you fill up your heart with light
it wont be contained within.
it will spread its wing from the nest
and fly in the wide, blue sky.
its song will be heard far and wide
its beauty will shower down on mankind.
So, now, when the dark clouds are
gathering around your nest,
illuminate and protect your own light.
Wait for the dawn of the dark night
dawn of admiration of creation
dawn of love and peace and smile.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Ray of sunshine
Waves were coming and going
in a strange rhythm
Restless as small children
running around in circles.
Deep blue ocean was rolling
to and fro the land as if some
priest was chanting an ancient hymn.
Scattering away white petals around him
waves carrying those petals with them
their sound was echoing like his hymn
a lonely soul was standing watching them.
Running away from life,
too tired to fight
tired of a life devoid of
laughter and light
gathering up the courage
to take the last flight
to turn his back on
the light and walk into night.
He stood there watching the waves
coming one by one
tears rolled down to think
he’ll be mourned by none
he will be forgotten like the waves
when they are gone
then he took the step
to do what should not be done.
He turned his face at a sound
coming his way, then he walked away
from death just turned away.
Gently bowed down and picked up
a small ray of sunshine
Left on ground by some guilty soul
who will later pine.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Spring has arrived
Open your eyes sweet angel
while you were sleeping
the world has changed
open your beautiful eyes and see.
The cold, bleak snow dried your eyes
heavied your spirit and tired your soul
all you could see around you was
white snow covering every living thing.
Your senses got numb by fury of cold
you could no longer fly and kiss the skies
every thing was enveloped in white mist
you gave up, thinking this must be the end.
Fairy of sleep gently kissed your tired eyes
Dream fairy came down and cradled you,
a deep, peaceful slumber soothed you
your tired soul eagerly surrendered to them.
While you were sleeping God picked up
colours, pallette and brush to paint the canvas
open eyes sweet one and look at the riot of hues
spring has overtaken the winter as it should.
while you were sleeping
the world has changed
open your beautiful eyes and see.
The cold, bleak snow dried your eyes
heavied your spirit and tired your soul
all you could see around you was
white snow covering every living thing.
Your senses got numb by fury of cold
you could no longer fly and kiss the skies
every thing was enveloped in white mist
you gave up, thinking this must be the end.
Fairy of sleep gently kissed your tired eyes
Dream fairy came down and cradled you,
a deep, peaceful slumber soothed you
your tired soul eagerly surrendered to them.
While you were sleeping God picked up
colours, pallette and brush to paint the canvas
open eyes sweet one and look at the riot of hues
spring has overtaken the winter as it should.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
magic
It hurts deep when your own blood betrays you, Reva never realized that the only place she had in the live of her siblings was of a free of cost baby sitter and errand doer.
She was a very soft girl, who was moulded by her siblings according to their wishes, she was always there to help them with a smile on her lips, her siblings felt it better to keep her as a helping hand, hence snipped off all her attempts to stand on her feet in the bud.
As a result, when her mother, the last of her parents passed away she was still single, penniless. Soon her brothers and their families started to harass her to no end and her living in the same household became impossible. Because they were planning to usurp the properties left in her name. They poisoned the minds of the neighbours and relatives taking advantage of her introvert nature. Within a couple of years they made it clear that they wont let her stay in the house, physical and verbal abuse became daily story.
One day she was walking down the street when she saw a small advertisement, educated social worker needed for ashray, a small orphanage, food, shelter and small honorary amount will be provided. She thought about giving it a try and went there.
She located the address, it was a small two storied house, she went to the door, and saw inside, she saw some small autistic children inside, her heart ached with deep pain, most of them were on their fours, crawling painfully, without much control on their limb.
A woman in white saree opened the collapsible gate and asked her in, she had a very serene personality. She asked her to sit down and when to inform the mother superior. Reva sat down, within five minutes four or five children flocked around her with big grin on their faces, their faces lacked proper symmetry but their inner purity made their faces brim with joy.
Reva was very fond of children, her heart went out to these helpless children, discarded by their own parents, too weak to take care of themselves.
A few minutes later she was called in, she met the mother, her name was originally Karuna but she was called mother by every one. She was an elderly lady, past sixty. Here entire personality was serene and peaceful. One look at her face and the heart of the person filled up with deep peace and happiness.
Karuna asked her to take a seat, she sat down, Karuna gently asked her about her qualifications and back ground. After talking with her she asked Reva from when she can shift and join. Reva asked her she will like to start working immediately but asked three or four months before shifting, because she wanted to look into her heart before leaving her home, because she knew once she will be out of that door, her siblings will ensure that the doors are sealed for her.
She started to come to ashray in the morning and left the place in night, within one week she started to love those children with all her heart, her duty was to do petty office jobs and help those children in home works who were able to attend school, with sadness she noticed, ninety per cent of them were not even capable of feeding themselves, forget about other things.
She used to observe with great happiness and pain that the love of these children knew no impurity, the moment they used to see her walk in their small faces used to light up, most of them could not talk a sentence but they used to shout didi, when the time of parting used to come she never felt like leaving them and going back to home.
Even though these children were some times moody, some times violent but their unselfish affection compensated for this all. Hence a month later Reva told Karuna that she wont go back to home any more.
When she left home her siblings smirked at her and taunted her that she will be back within a week, or latest a month but she ignored their comments and moved on.
Months passed to years, she never regretted her decision, one day she got the news that some one has left a small child in the area of her home, she went there, and while she was coming back she met her child hood friend Neepa, she invited her to her home for a cup of tea, when Neepa saw the helpless baby in her arms, she asked Reva about her works in the orphanage.
After listening all she asked Reva whether or not she regrets her decision, Reva replied she has given a lot more affection to her siblings and their children, but in the return she had to leave her own home, whereas these children has cured all the wounds caused by them and filled up her life with their unselfish, pure affection.
She told Neepa that these children have a heart that is not tainted with greed, lust or selfishness. They cant be corrupted, they follow the simple rule, if some one loves you love them back thousand times more.
After a little silence Reva added that that was all she ever asked for in life. And her family was slowly convincing her that unselfish love does not exists, a dark despair which these children has spared her from.
She was a very soft girl, who was moulded by her siblings according to their wishes, she was always there to help them with a smile on her lips, her siblings felt it better to keep her as a helping hand, hence snipped off all her attempts to stand on her feet in the bud.
As a result, when her mother, the last of her parents passed away she was still single, penniless. Soon her brothers and their families started to harass her to no end and her living in the same household became impossible. Because they were planning to usurp the properties left in her name. They poisoned the minds of the neighbours and relatives taking advantage of her introvert nature. Within a couple of years they made it clear that they wont let her stay in the house, physical and verbal abuse became daily story.
One day she was walking down the street when she saw a small advertisement, educated social worker needed for ashray, a small orphanage, food, shelter and small honorary amount will be provided. She thought about giving it a try and went there.
She located the address, it was a small two storied house, she went to the door, and saw inside, she saw some small autistic children inside, her heart ached with deep pain, most of them were on their fours, crawling painfully, without much control on their limb.
A woman in white saree opened the collapsible gate and asked her in, she had a very serene personality. She asked her to sit down and when to inform the mother superior. Reva sat down, within five minutes four or five children flocked around her with big grin on their faces, their faces lacked proper symmetry but their inner purity made their faces brim with joy.
Reva was very fond of children, her heart went out to these helpless children, discarded by their own parents, too weak to take care of themselves.
A few minutes later she was called in, she met the mother, her name was originally Karuna but she was called mother by every one. She was an elderly lady, past sixty. Here entire personality was serene and peaceful. One look at her face and the heart of the person filled up with deep peace and happiness.
Karuna asked her to take a seat, she sat down, Karuna gently asked her about her qualifications and back ground. After talking with her she asked Reva from when she can shift and join. Reva asked her she will like to start working immediately but asked three or four months before shifting, because she wanted to look into her heart before leaving her home, because she knew once she will be out of that door, her siblings will ensure that the doors are sealed for her.
She started to come to ashray in the morning and left the place in night, within one week she started to love those children with all her heart, her duty was to do petty office jobs and help those children in home works who were able to attend school, with sadness she noticed, ninety per cent of them were not even capable of feeding themselves, forget about other things.
She used to observe with great happiness and pain that the love of these children knew no impurity, the moment they used to see her walk in their small faces used to light up, most of them could not talk a sentence but they used to shout didi, when the time of parting used to come she never felt like leaving them and going back to home.
Even though these children were some times moody, some times violent but their unselfish affection compensated for this all. Hence a month later Reva told Karuna that she wont go back to home any more.
When she left home her siblings smirked at her and taunted her that she will be back within a week, or latest a month but she ignored their comments and moved on.
Months passed to years, she never regretted her decision, one day she got the news that some one has left a small child in the area of her home, she went there, and while she was coming back she met her child hood friend Neepa, she invited her to her home for a cup of tea, when Neepa saw the helpless baby in her arms, she asked Reva about her works in the orphanage.
After listening all she asked Reva whether or not she regrets her decision, Reva replied she has given a lot more affection to her siblings and their children, but in the return she had to leave her own home, whereas these children has cured all the wounds caused by them and filled up her life with their unselfish, pure affection.
She told Neepa that these children have a heart that is not tainted with greed, lust or selfishness. They cant be corrupted, they follow the simple rule, if some one loves you love them back thousand times more.
After a little silence Reva added that that was all she ever asked for in life. And her family was slowly convincing her that unselfish love does not exists, a dark despair which these children has spared her from.
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