November 9, 2006

At Half-mast

This lay dormant for long within me and I let it be--too raw to put a finger on--lest it come out too loud! A mention of national sentiment today was trigger enough to have me pour it all out... This 15th August I happened to witness the flag hoisting 'ceremony' at my college. 'Happened to' here needs an add on--I refrain from attending such 'ceremonials' for, they might get to be too much--It's certainly not the case that I am less of a patriot (if we can call people today, that). I do have a respectable amount of feelings for my country. And too much it got to be! Our dear tricolor being hoisted at half mast. No prize for guessing, too overtaken to react, I just walked off, steeped in disgust--"how could they! The college dean, the professors..." Walk off I did, touchy and moody till the sparks subsided. Time's a great salve indeed! In retrospect, it seems quite appropriate in today's scenario--the hoisting at half mast I mean. Mourning it is, yes, a national mourning for the crippled and dying freedom, for umpteen deaths--of a nation, of dreams, ideals, principles--oh! let me not list it all; spare them our wrath we should, for, they were mere pawns in the play of irony--the Dean, the professors and all. All I would say in the end is, "where ignorance is bliss 'tis folly to be wise". Thanks Gray! for your genius.

October 8, 2006

She pines away in vain...

She gave him life and all she had--he's powerful and robust.
'Tis his turn now, to give to her,
he's paying her in kind.
Day by day she's torn to bits,
Ah! insatiable lust!
She bears it all, wishing him well--"I'll do what I can for you".
He took apart her limbs n all,
would take her head soon too.
Crippled now, mother earth--she pines away in vain.
"I begot him once--all powerful man,
his birth's, dear God! a bane."