Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Voices In My Head

Are you scared?
Will you fall
In the dark
Will you cry
Will you die
Are you dead?
Are you there
In your head?
Is it blank
Is it black
Do you care
If you're there?
Do you want
To rise
To fly
To fall
To the ground
To be buried
Under mounds
Of hope
Crushed
Shattered and tattered
Dreams lie forgotten
Broken
Scattered
Will you lie?
Defy?
Do you dare?
Dare to rise
To rise and shine
To laugh to smile
To feel sublime
To live
Will you give
It your all
Or get stuck
At a point
Fade away
Are you real?
Can you move?
Can you feel?
Free yourself
Break your bonds
Break your chains
Take a chance
Make a change
Move ahead
Get a life
Give your all
Just get up
If you fall
Live for now
Follow the truth
What is true?
I am
Your conscience

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Remember Me

If the fires of hell knock on your door
And the heartless wind blows evermore
Tremble not, my dear girl
Just close your eyes and remember me

If pangs of sorrow wreck your heart
And threaten to break it into countless shards
Cry not, my dear girl
Just close your eyes and remember me

If despair spreads through your very being
And frustration makes you want to scream
Don’t give up, my dear girl
Just close your eyes and remember me

And when the bright rays of joy
Shall suffuse your every bone
And hope shall descend from the sky
And all your troubles are gone

Remember me then my lovely friend
Remember me throughout your days
Whether you laugh, or cry, or roll your eyes
Remember me always.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Nameless


Amidst the crowd she walks unseen

She is nameless, her identity ignored

Unheard is her heart’s lament

And yet she struggles on


She works throughout the insatiable rain

She toils under the grueling sun

Her back is breaking, but the pain

Is incomparable to that of her broken heart


Alone she proceeds along the unending road

They have left her no place to call home

Her tears drip onto her tattered clothes

For her there is no way but onwards


And yet the dismal night passes

And as the gloom lifts before the dawn

The sun comes up on a cloudless sky

Invoking within her the first ray of hope

She smiles, a new day has begun.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Marching In The Rain

And another one by the one and only - Jini. Nimms, u had better catch up.

“The drum rolls started. We all formed a line, our heart beats increasing. The students gathered there to witness the ceremony started cheering. The moment had finally come! After weeks of waiting, it was finally here – the march to be sworn in! All of us were in perfect attire – hair left open stylishly, skirts 2 inches shorter than the prescribed height, pants worn WAY too low, shirts loosely untucked, girls wearing Kohl, guys wearing streaks…ya ya, I know this was not the ‘perfect’ image we were supposed to be portraying, but god help us, this was OUR moment in the spotlight and NOBODY and NOTHING was gonna steal it from us.

How wrong we were.

The drums stopped suddenly. The cheering died down and was replaced by shrieks instead, as everyone ran for cover. It was raining. Heavily. Again. This was the fourth time this had happened. The ceremony was once again postponed because of the rain.
We stood there, our hair and clothes soaked, the rain drenching not only our bodies but our spirits as well. It always came to this. After weeks of excruciating practice, it was all going to be postponed.

As we stood there dejected, we all of a sudden heard a commotion. Looking up, we saw all the students standing in the balconies, standing there and cheering for us again! The drum rolls started again. Was this for real? We formed our lines once again and proceeded, the raindrops splattering on our cheeks, the cool wind carrying the sounds of the drum. And there, surrounded by rain, amidst all the cheering, we marched! We marched and took our places as the new council of Navrachana!”

This was 2 years ago. I still remember that day, and the year following it when I acted as the General Secretary of my house. That day, I had been given a choice – to become the General Secretary or to be an editor of the school newsletter The Scanner. I chose the former. I have never regretted my decision since. I have many good memories of that year, some bad ones as well admittedly, but all in all, it was a very enriching experience. I learnt a lot being the General Secretary and one of the most important decisions I learnt was to try new things, so as to have new experiences, new memories that I can cherish forever. And that is why this year when the Swearing In Ceremony march will take place, I will be among the people cheering, cheering the new council as the new Chief Editor of the Scanner.