North East India.
Perhaps the first thing that comes to mind geographically is Kolkata or Assam / Guwahati. To some more travelled people, it might include Shillong or Gangtok. And that is what we refer to as North East. Imagining North East, what we end up thinking of are people called chinkis, which is used in an offensive manner most of the times.
They say Ignorance is Bliss. That’s how the majority of our country lives. In ignorance, of our country and its people itself.
I wrote a poem more than a year back called And there she stood . I still feel it to be the best thing i ever wrote. So just tried to continue from there. Maybe this is as good, though i am not sure!
I stand here again
Back to this place here, where
A few months ago she had stood
The faint smile and half words
My knees weaken, so does my soul
If only i could return
To that sweet moment in the past
And see that smile again
Love is perhaps the most criticized emotion by me. I have always rather felt, it to be, a crazy sort of thing. But perhaps love is like a scale, and there are both end of the spectrum. All i see, we see, around us, is one end of the spectrum. The crazy part. The usual Love. The practical love. Nothing wrong about it, or is it? It’s rather not wrong to be practical. But how can one be practical about love. Confusing! But this blog is not about this end of the spectrum, the one i usually crib about. Its about the other end.
The voice inside me has begun
Calling through the layers
Muffled, yet screaming
To be the one, who cares
There is pain in the words
Words so distant, yet near
Passing through the shells inside
Calling out to me “Hear”
Falling down the heaven, once again
Feeling up the millionth strain
The cycle repeats over and over
For one day i live, die silently at night
Wake up from the dead
Only to be through yet another fight