COMPLICATED!!!

Certain things in life happen, with and without our consent. Our mind and heart indulge is a competition to defeat and hurt each other. Doing and not doing things, cause pain equally intense. What do we do then?

At times we don’t want to fight or talk but the urge to indulge in the conversation, that would surely end in a fight, is very hard to resist and restraining ourselves is even more maddening. ‘No chat’ tends to restlessness and the end of the conversation, leaves you with regret and a feeling to undo everything.

 The person we trust the most, ends up shattering it to a million fragments that slowly dissolve in tears. A person who acts protective for you always ends up insulting you is a way that leaves you broken beyond repair. A person who once cried because you were in pain inflicts an unbearable agony to you and turns out to be the reason for your hidden tears. The friends you consider light of your life, with time, dim out and abandon you in dark. You often find yourself alienated in a place you always belonged to.

Looking at old pictures, which had made you laugh infinite times, offer you pain and nothing more. Moisten eyes constantly pray for the past to change and present to reframe. But at the same time, they thank God for teaching a required lesson in time even if it was in the harshest way.

“Sorrows are only eclipses of life. They teach us how to value happiness.”

But at the same time grief acts like the moon as it increases and fades at definite spans of time. Good times too do not last long. They are like dawn and twilight of this complicated life.

Strange!  We know people change, things change, situation change still want everything to suit us. Loomed, we always surrender to the strange tricks life plays on us. Disorientation of thoughts and actions is inevitable because life itself is so confused and disoriented. Couldn’t life be simpler and less complicated? Huh….

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

SHOW ME THE LIGHT...

Sands of time etched by Thy feet,

Trace a path, visible in dark.

Shiny, shimmery grains of faith;

Visions of truth guide me, off late.

                 

Shadowed by enormous falcons of lies,

Blown by winds of gloomy times,

Washed by waves of sorrow and despair,

The path of hope is lost again.

I pray to Thee to come to my rescue;

Bless the sands one more time,

Show me light and art of life,

Fill my chalice with belief in Thy.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

ps-was a bit upset past couple of days due to unfortunate events in India....so penned this down... .

RENDEZVOUS WITH LOVE...

‘My Love, here I am’-I hear her say;

Resuscitating from my bed of pain.

In the realm of stars, she dazzles like the moon,

Singing, for me to come to her rescue.

Here in the darkness, I follow her light,

She plays and taunts me in the mid of the night.

Washed by the winds and passionate flare,

She stops in a dome to meet my stare.

She calls me along, like the goddess of love.

Hypnotized I follow; together now, like two doves.

Her skin is soft, caution in my touch;

I burn like fire; she smiles like a murmuring rose.

‘Close your eyes My Love’-I do as she says,

‘My love is for you, forever, from this day.’

I tighten my embrace, she shivers with life.

I wish for a kiss, she invites without strife.

I feel the darkness scurrying away.

Golden beams dancing: inviting the day.

Eyes shut; I go on for my wish.

Gone; all I hear is an airy hiss.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

ROLLING DICE

The game kept going,

Lucifer made a bid-

‘Fatigue will chain your bones forever,

If the rolling dice gives a one.’

The rolling dice rolled over and over,

Miraculously stopping at one.

Stealing my maiden chance for bid,

Creating an all new slothful me.

A sly smile dancing on Lucifer’s face;

He went on ahead to the second bid.

‘Illegitimate want will reign your mind,

If the crystal dice shows a two.’

Obliging like a cur to master,

The rolling dice ceased at two.

Wanting all that I could see,

My eyes were glistened with greed.

Excited he went on for his third bid.

‘Let’s make you envious on three.’

Merciless dice, showed the number at once,

Forcibly, throwing me into the dungeons of Jealousy.

Confident of win, he called for a four

To make me Pride’s wonder ball.

The playful dice displayed the misery four.

Proud and haughty, I acted bold.

Hungry he grew; he remembered something,

Invited Gluttony to join me for five.

The dice wriggled to showcase a five;

Gulping all the food, I sat with my insatiable desire.

Ready for surrender, I waited for his call.

“A six”, he called, to fill me with wrath.

The crystal slave rolled over to a six;

I stared with anger, he laughed like a chimp.

Bored, the sloven Devil stood, ending the game.

‘My lucky loser, I present you my departing gift,

You will be loved forever by Lust.’; He vanished.

Defeated, I sat, sloshed with the deadly sins.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

RANDOM VERSE (HINDI)

Pighal te badal,

Raaton ke andheron mein baras gaye.

Mohabat ke raste,

Bebasi ke dhund mein gum ho gaye.

Tarashe yaadon ke guldaste,

Sehmi sarnate mein murjha gaye.

Sapno ke diye,

Anchahi tufaan mein bujh gaye.

Khwahishon ke naav,

Jeevan ke bhavandar mein tut gaye.

Bas tukdon mein bati jindagi,

Reh gayi hai virane registaan mein…

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

DROPS OF BLISS

                                                               (picture credit google)

Hazy mantel of inky clouds,

Prance on the afternoon sky.

Meandering winds leisurely collide,

To show mercy to Earth - so dry.

       Dusty leaves expectantly wait,

       To breathe fresh green and drink deep sea.

       And azure heavens burdened at once

       Smile, oblige, and set all free.

Crippling the pond-waiting to be filled;

Kissing the old palm tree leaves;

Lashing, windy droplets of bliss,

Cast a spell of playful glee.

       Children splash virgin puddles in fun;

       Roaming and drenching in alienated lanes,

       Rejoicing, as waters calmly embellish the day,

       I kiss the canvas of this first rain.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

                                                                  (picture credit myself..:))

INNOCENCE....

My bag is heavy,

       Yet feels like luck.

My food is cold,

       Yet tastes of love.

I see a board

       Spreading knowledge around.

I touch my pocket,

Hear money’s ruffling sound.

Here is my sister,

       We enjoy royal delights.

Here are my friends,

       We talk of fortune’s lights.

My mother is calling-

       Filling my room with toys

It’s Diwali again,

       Bursting crackers, I enjoy.

I hear the ‘Bell Ring’;

       “Get back to work, you jerk!”

I reach for my crackers-

       Not for fun but Work.

P.S.-written from the point of view of an eight year old forced to work in cracker factory.

I wrote this thinking about child labour. While my exams were on there was a news about saving 4 kids of 12 years from a detergent factory in Mumbai. Every day while travelling in local train, at traffic signals I see small children selling books or accessories when they should be in schools learning and shaping their future. News about children working in firecracker factory, detergent factory, weaving centres and similar places is so common. It is a painful situation for the entire nation because it’s our country’s future which is at stake. Child labour has to be stopped. True saying and writing all this is simple but executing an effective plan to stop it is difficult. But I believe if we start thinking today and do whatever is in our hands things will change one day.

Also 12th JUNE is celebrated as world day against child labour...