A Musing Of 'Hope'!

Burning the heart and burning the soul

Tragedies befall when terror takes its toll.

Tears stop rolling but humanity cries

When marring the emotions; cruelty and hatred rise.

Deep under the grave happiness lies asleep

Seeing the wounds even the mountains weep.

In the name of God one kills the other

(With) those blood smeared hands then offers prayer.

'We' the human beings are shameless enough

To hide our sins under the religious turf.

Still "Hope" lingers everywhere around

New dreams reap from the blood stained ground.

One day, only love and peace will rule every heart

Let all of us unite and make a new start.

Lighting a candle my heart prays for the departed souls

May its light burn every evil that our hearts hold.

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Terror can't kill the 'Spirit'!

Bits and Pieces!!

In each blink, everything appears just the same. Is it same or it just appears to be so? Hollow. Empty. The world around me looks nothing more than that. I wonder! has the emptiness around has sucked me in or is it just the other way round? I touch the walls of my room and of my heart. Black soot smears my palm. Mirror. Is not it all broken? I can see the reflection very clearly. Which one is true... ‘I’ in the mirror, broken from every perspective or ‘I’ standing in front of it, all intact?

It’s not the first time that I have lost myself but when was the last time I was lost so much so that I could never find my way back to me ever again? It feels so strange whether I turn back or look ahead. I am a stranger anyways. Last night it was raining and I happened to enslave few rain drops on my palm. I played with them for a while and suddenly I reflected there in too. I could not recognize myself. I freed the rain drops instantly.

Connection. I have lost all my inner connections with everything possible. I can’t connect to anything but you. But all the chords that lead to you are broken now. I tore them apart. Every single of them. Detached, I feel numb. Uncomfortably numb. But hey! do you still feel connected to me even when the chords are no more there? On a bigger note, were there ever any chord? Did we ever required any? I guess we did not. I guess we do not. And I guess we would never.

May be it is time to tear my own self apart into zillions of pieces. O! I can do that, any moment. It’s not tough you know. It’s kinda easier than living numb. But what stops me from doing it you know are the doubts that will you ever come to collect the broken pieces of me? Piece by piece will you ever stitch me up? With each stitch will you ever instil in me my true essence back? And once stitched will I ever be the one whom I have lost somewhere in the rush of emptiness?

Re-invention is what I seek about me...by you...for us.

An Ode to the Days of Teens!

A Mocktail celestial, a chaotic upswing,

Youth tumbles forth, hark! the season is Spring,

waving past landmarks, of infinite fancy,

to the Carols pleasant, of untamed lunacy.

Waves of Discoveries go past, unknown erstwhile,

The World's an Oyster -Ah! the Spirit puerile,

Dreams are speck of dust, catch 'em young lest they fly,

Dust and dreams and the Tides within- none can defy.

Arise, the petals, unleash the marching song,

in steps so bold, in raging heart, O so young!

in intense red, in the mellow of the golden sun,

Swinging with Life- A teasing Eclipse on the run.

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And when i turn back, it looks so beautiful.

A span of two years completes today- two years of My Blogging.
Two years of enriching experience - beautiful, unparalleled.

The journey that began with the White Window, has been through many vistas, all glorious, blessed and close to the heart.

Today my White Window stands tall and mighty amid the sparkling backdrop of some of the most beautiful gems of the Bloggerville, with its soul-rendered write-ups and scribes and a Heart of it's OWN!!

The deck is ready, the flashlights are ON!! Please usher in to the celebration of two honey-dewed years of My White Window in the bedecked horizon of your love, support and appreciation.

On this occasion on my blog's 2nd birth anniversary I would like to express a token of gratitude to each one of you who have been so special in this journey of my "White Window" with me.

~THANK YOU~

P.S: A very happy b'day to my Divvu's "A Rubix Cube". Divvu dear whether you blog or not, yours will always remain one of my favourite blogs. After all White Window and Rubix Cube are married to each other na and today they celebrate their 1st happy marriage anniversary also. :D

P.P.S: The total number of posts on my white window stands 69 :P

Image courtesy : A gift from a special friend Still Thinking.

Utopia ~

Lost in the woods of tranced milieu

I search thou not o dear soul

Wandering amidst the parched stream

Thou seem to me a worn out stone,

The songs thy lips once sang to me

Were cherubic enough to soak me in,

(Now)I find them nothing more than leaves

Dried enough to crumble in jiffy,

Lost in the woods I lose myself

Again and again with the wind insane,

Far from thy and far from me

The yellow wild flower

Seems purely alive.

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~Come'n guys, again it's time to pour down your interpretations about the poem.

~I know, I know, it's been so long since I am missing from all your blogs. Well it's not that i haven't visited your blogs at all but I am more of a silent reader all this time. Blame it on my tight schedule as well as on my poor net connection. I hope to be regular in sometime soon.

~ I feel so proud to tell you all that the new template was made by none other than 'Yours Truly'. And I just love this complete new look of my blog. I feel so fresh and happy :)

~ The above pic is designed by my brother Avinab.

When it Rains !

Not always at loggerheads we are, me and my pain. Sometimes we find peace in each others arms only.

~**~