Waltz Of Heart.

for twenties

2012-01-01T01:09:00.000-08:00

I used to think there was no one for me in this world.

But when I saw him, I knew he was the one..
Our eyes meets, we exchange our smile, when walk side by side...

I feel a spark inside my soul;
His presence made all difference;
Love changed me and the world around.

Now, finger crossed in hours of longing I'm thinking
he love me? or loves me not?

Homeland!

2011-12-23T09:11:00.000-08:00

My homeland from where I lived and breathed;
is surrounded by mountains and a quite sky.

Where my days passed away as as wandering cloud in spring;
Warm afternoons spent with the chirp of unknown birds.

I gazed upon the wide moor hours and hours without being exhausted;
A bond with no names, no language, no string attached...

Where morning blooms as daisy and the evening raises as moon....

Oh my homeland !
Today in this concrete city where every step is struggle;
I miss my leisure that I have spent with you!

Await!

2011-12-18T17:23:00.000-08:00

In the warmness of summer;
In the chillness of winter;
In every drop of rain;
that imprisons my wait for you.

Little time of yours in my life enlighten my world...
Like happy sparrows dance delights a retired arena,
Like a tiny fresh vine makes alive the mighty desert,
Like moon light saves hope of a prisoner.
And like darkness dissolves in presence of sunlight.

Rest of my world awaits for another miracle of your presence.

Peace!

2011-12-08T18:57:00.001-08:00

Endless silence
of needs, wants & desires;
like a distance mountain;
like a clam still blue lake;
closed eyes, rhythmic breaths;
when whole world merge within,
nothing outside.. is called peace.

Meera!

2011-12-05T16:34:00.001-08:00

When love turns into devotion,
No differences remain between palace and hut
presence and absence
water and fire
words and silence
Whole world become the place of beloved, a self dissolves
and a queen becomes saint. ~~ Dipa Rani G.

Dew & Light.

2011-11-16T18:42:00.000-08:00

Water drops in the leaf becomes dew;
Love drops in the life becomes light.

Both are uncertain yet they leave a magnificent remark
.....................to leaf, to life.

Tree!

2011-11-15T19:01:00.000-08:00

Sun rises and sets;
Days comes and goes;
Wind wanders in the sky.

Flower blooms; birds flies.

Everything moves, life goes on...
except the tree in backyard..
that stands straight and strong,
like the love for a beloved,
that every lover carries in heart,
where ever they go..

To some the love is passion,
To some it's an obsession,
To some it's sensation
One love; many definition,

For lover its eternity;
Beyond all senses,
A bond without promise...

For them it's Yggdrasil;
holding earth, heaven and hell together.

Winter!

2011-11-12T08:45:00.000-08:00

A gloomy sky,

A misty morning,

Invisible dawn,

Return of red blanket,

Hot coffee pot.

Greetings winter!

Mountain.

2011-10-08T08:12:00.000-07:00

Ithought the journey would end when I reach the top of the mountain.But I was wrong; because it was just the beginning of my inner experience with an ancestral giant.

Inthe afternoon sky some grey white clouds were wandering all over. I could seethe shadows of clouds moving on the plain landscape. From here I could see asmall village deep down lying on plain landscape whichmet the sky at the end. From the hill all looked so silent and calm, though Iknew down somewhere there would be: the laughter of children echoing through the sky, a sigh making thesurrounding heavier, a song that revoking old memories, flowers in the gardens blooming. But from top of hill everythingwas still and silent.

Inthe sky a big grey cloud crossed over the hill. The splendorof the sun appeared from the edge of the big grey cloud and it created a thin line in the air that became wider and vanished after a distance.Suddenly a chirp of an unknown bird awakened me. The silence provided with eventhe minutest details of the surrounding. The whistling wind, the swaying clouds, the warmrays of the sun, and it all sounded like an Orchestra....... the orchestra ofnature. i felt myself to be so small, in this whole orchestra, but was the mosthappiest, coz i was right amidst all these. no sooner, the little dropletsstarted their journey down the clouds and made the atmosphere whole moreromantic and i immediately fell in love with it

Whilethe winds rush through the mountain I felt it presence with my whole body; it was no more of the air that passed by, rather it was the whispers of ancestral giant. The hush of blowappeared as flow of records. It was revealing its memories with me. Like asong, it started flew in sky. Like a drama. A play of love, hate, pain and joy. Slide by slide oneafter another. Suddenly I realized itwas always flowing from eternal like a never ending river.

Thatday I discovered a special bond with the hill though I had never ever beenhere. But we were bonded with each other with an invisible tie. I could sense the mountain’s thoughts and when I walked by it, I felt careof the hill. Itwas not gravity that prevented me from falling whilewalking on the rocky road but it was its love towards me. Realizationdawned on me that I was always a part of it as just it was mine. Its whisperswere never lost but had got buried deep inside my heart, by busy sands that flowed from my city life.

Asudden spark of light fell on my face as the cloud moved away and the sun againappeared in its full glory. It was a sign that the time has come take a move towardsmy destination with the unforgettable memories residing in my heart.

~~ Dipa Rani (23-Sep-11)

Love.

2011-08-04T19:49:00.000-07:00

Beloved.

2011-07-23T08:32:00.000-07:00

Butterflies!

2011-06-11T22:51:00.000-07:00

FOREVER

2011-06-11T00:59:00.000-07:00

Somebody!

2011-06-05T19:19:00.000-07:00

Somebody is dear within me
Somebody thinks for me
Somebody dreams for me
Somebody imagines me

Somebody creates a world
Within my heaven

Somebody places stars
In dream garden

Somebody becomes the light
In my darken night

Somebody brings the springs
With his love wings

Somebody cares me
Somebody comforts me
Somebody loves me

Oh! Somebody so dear within me
Who is everything to me.
Somebody…

On Relationship.

2011-04-17T06:18:00.000-07:00

Tumi

2011-03-20T10:59:00.000-07:00

One day if you find. (free verse)

2011-03-20T01:07:00.000-07:00

One day if you find my words are muted then
don't think I don't care, read my silence
Like a book, in letters I have imprisoned my emotions.....

One day if you find my smile disappeared then
don't think I have stopped loving, see my tears
Like an ocean, each drop carrying unlimited love.......

One day if you find my sky filled with dark clouds then
don't think I have forgotten you, watch the rainbow
Like a container, I have kept your colorful memories.....

One day if you find my dreams scattered then
don't think they are lost, gaze at the stars
Like diamonds, they will spread all over the sky.....

One day if you find I'm gone forever then
don't think I have left you, look into your soul
Like a dream, I will be there to complete your half……

Photo:: from facebook group called Art of Krishna

The Garden.

2011-02-27T07:58:00.000-08:00

Viewing the garden was perhaps the most wonderful moment of my day. It contained a wide variety of flowers but the roses seemed to be the specialty.

Thankfully it was on the way to my office. So, everyday I paused for a while to have a look over it. The freshness of the fragrance and beauty of the flowers always gave me a pleasant memory for the rest of the day.

As days turned into weeks I began to wonder who took care of them so well. Then one day I was late for work and I discovered a middle-aged man was taking care of it.

Then I began to notice him more often as he spent his time taking care of each and every plant.

From talking to others about the garden and the man I learned that he was not friendly. In fact he had gained a reputation for being rude to people who asked him for a flower. It seems he had only love for his garden and for no one else. People said they never saw him relaxing; he was working so dedicatedly to make the garden beautiful day by day.

His dedication, rudeness and the garden made my curiosity high to know more about him.

I learned the garden belonged to a rich man and he was living there with his family, wife and a daughter.

One spring day, while passing by the garden I saw a rose, a dark red rose. It was just after a rain and it sparkled like a diamond. I decided this time to talk to him. He was little surprise at my compliments and instead of being rude; he gave me the rose and even asked me back.

On a later visit I asked, “Sir, at the risk of inquiring too deeply into your private life, I would like to ask a question.”

“Ask, and then I will answer.”

“Sir, why is this garden so important to you?”

“You really don’t understand do you?”

“I have heard that you have refused to give even one flower, Sir. Is it just a matter of one flower?”

“Didn’t I give you the Tanelorak you ask for?”

“Oh, is that the name? Yes sir. And that makes me curious also.”

“I gave you the rose because I was told to. The purpose I serve this garden is not for the flowers. The things I do I can’t help but do. The purpose is for the one I serve. For this purpose the presence of every flower in this garden is most important. I can’t break his rule.”

“Now who create the rule, the master of the Garden? Just for his pleasure, right?”

“No child, I’m talking about the creator. God.”

“God? You want to please God by keeping this garden beautiful and by not sharing the flowers?”

“No. The garden is not to please God. With God we have to do what he wants from us.”

Suddenly a girl appeared. She looked to be nearly 10 years old. I guessed she was daughter of the rich man whose this garden belonged. She ignored my presence and just touched softly the flowers, looked at them with amazement and happiness. Her eyes sparkled when she looked around her. It seemed that she was The Princess of her kingdom, the garden. I noticed she was frail and ill. After just a little while she looked tired and went back to the house.

The gardener seeing my concern said “She is dying.” I was shocked. He said “I’m working on God’s wish to keep her happy. To let her feel the happiness and reduce the pain she is going through. I can’t compromise on her happiness and I can’t cheat on my duties.” I saw a tear in his eyes? I didn’t know what to say. I left with a heavy heart.

I was again late for work, but that day I left with a message I felt was from God himself, “The purpose each of our lives is different. Every one has their own special route to serving God. There is no small or big work. The only thing that matters is a pure will to serve God.”

By Dipa Rani
Edited by : Bobby Burcham

Note:: This story published in Kojal, 2008, online bangali magazine, Hyderabad

Definition of Being strong.

2011-02-26T23:42:00.000-08:00

Once a great kind Lion had a tiny little bird as his apprentice. She always used to think she was most little, sensitive, weak creature in this world but her master never believed her.

So one day she said her master 'Every one is not as strong as you.' Lion smiled and explained ‘I'm not strong, just that I have decided to not to go back doesn't mean I'm strong. I have a strong wall backside that's why I can't move back.'

- "What kind of wall? "

- "God, he is there to take care. I have pass all my fears and worries to him, see? I might not stronger than what all I'm dealing with, but he more stronger than anything in this universe, don't you think it is a good idea to rely on someone very stronger than all your problems?" A smile spread on Lion's face.

And the little bird understood that strength doesn't come by physical appearance but the mental attitude and your trust that someone is already taking care of you.. :)

By Dipa Rani

Wish!!!

2011-02-16T20:45:00.000-08:00

Photo: from google search, don't know the owner pic.. words are mine...

Happy Valentine Day!!!

2011-02-14T09:01:00.001-08:00

Radhika

2010-12-31T09:49:00.000-08:00

A phenomenon beauty,

An nostalgic splendid epic,

Treasure of unconditional love,

A maid, became a goddess...

In deep eyes with

unlimited silent tears

an eternal flow.

Dreams, desires lost in the gloomy ocean,

Forbidden peace hanging on decrease wall....

Yet the tender heart unaware of forsaking the hope

that wondering over years bearing the fate of love.....

For the untold promise of her beloved....

Messenger!!

2010-12-31T09:24:00.000-08:00

Dream tree!

whispers in the nights-

spreading waltz of heaven....

Note:: This is my first Haiku.. :)

Mighty Ocean & A Tiny wave...

2010-12-17T18:17:00.000-08:00

A Tiny wave,
Feeling sad...
Being despair, shedding tears, hates to be called as a part of ocean...

A Tiny wave,
Running fast...
Reaching the shore, wanting to touch the sky with her whole emotion..

A Tiny wave,
With dreamy eyes...
Wants to explore, discover unknown, denying all the caution...

A Tiny wave,
Trying hard....
Jumping high with all her strength to reach her extreme imagination....

A Tiny wave,
With challenge tag....
lonely surfing, only searching high, wondering why, for reason of her creation...

A Tiny wave,
Falling fast...
When the night falls and the ocean silently embraces her in affection....

A Tiny wave,
Melting down...
when the ocean whispered in her ear 'for my existence you are the reason....'

A Tiny wave,
With deep compassion...
Realizing that she has always been a part of the mighty destination..... ...

And The Tiny wave,
As a smiling soul...
Merging with the ocean without leaving a trace of her formation... ...

Holding Your Hand..

2010-08-23T20:07:00.000-07:00

In dusk or dawn...

Holding your hand, walking by your side..
experiencing journey of life...

Feeling the sun, surfs, sands....
within me...

Bare foot with contented heart....
Memories create a world a world with in..

And suffering disappears....
Life smiles; flower blooms; sun shines...

Realizing silence is more meaningful than words,
holding hands become stronger than any promise,
knowing life is not forever but few moments are.....

Tears

2010-07-12T19:57:00.000-07:00

Tears that flow for you from my heart...
sign of your love and care..
our good memories...

Hummm, sometimes the warmth of salty water mend my wound just like love.

Aurora

2010-05-06T20:21:00.000-07:00

In the time of dawn,

When the sun was in peace and slow,

the lazy dark sky began to glow.

A breeze of happiness,

Drizzling over the earth in a rhythm,

And music of joy touches heart within…

Time has come to farewell autumn,

Frozen senses melts…

Sleepy dream awakes….

In embrace of a gentle wind, sweet smell in air,

a musical myth drenches me with love and care.

Overwhelming with joy my eyelids are heavy, clam,

How can I be untouched by love and its magic charm?

A quick grasp and whisper in my ear, 'are the dreams back again?’

My smiles says ‘Yes, they are, a happy era began'.

~Missing You~

2010-04-24T19:13:00.000-07:00

“Missing you” are not just two words,
A mere feeling of sorrow
But like darkness in absence of lights and cold like death…

Waiting on you is not just an act,
Watching the clock ticking
But holding water on your palm and let not it fall…

Faith on your love is not just a word,
A promise to keep
But feeling the freshness faded petal of rose treasured in the diary

Thought of yours not clip of a memory,
Countable seconds that spent
But the chamber of thoughts which contain the depth of ocean…

To me you are not just a human,
A beloved for lifetime
But a companion, soul-mate for my eternity journey..

Longing...

2010-04-18T19:27:00.000-07:00

Fantasy Fairy.

2010-04-02T17:12:00.000-07:00

Restoring my faith with light of hope and intense care.....

Runaway...

2010-03-23T18:18:00.000-07:00

Away from all wishes, dreams and butterflies….

When the sky wears red coat and sun says goodbye…

Sitting on the top of a hill, leaning on oak,
All by myself along with my wounds…

Let my tears flow, fading away rainbows...

When I envy...

2010-03-21T09:13:00.000-07:00

When I envy all nearer to you
              You say ‘you are only light,
              All of my lonely night.’

When I whine about your absence,
               You say ‘You are in my heart,
               Part of my soul that never apart.’

When I'm sad about your departure,
              You say ‘Only the body is away,
               My mind and memories will stay.’

When I look into your eyes,
              All I see is a reflection of my soul,
              That makes me complete and whole.

When my path is full of mist,
            and heart buried in grief
              Your charm is my relief,

When I ask, why you love me the way you do,
              You say ‘ You are my gift, a reason to live,
              a sunshine in rain and a treasure to keep. ’

The words you say, are not only words,
           a bond of belonging, a magic spell, a secret lake,
           a fragrance of rose, blossom like life, for our sake.

In a lonely night!

2010-03-01T06:08:00.000-08:00

In a lonely night, with all my memories,

Memories that not become a reality yet,

Memories that my senses are not aware yet.

But still I called them as memories not dreams,

As I know I will meet you one day,

And you'll fill me with these memories.

It is a circle of meeting and being getting apart,

Ours souls were, are and will be here for eternity.

So in a lonely night I make all new memories,

With a touch of moon shine and petals of flower,

A Song of the little bird and drops of the first rain.

And after days of longing when I meet you,

Under stars, beyond reach of this world ,

With the witness of thousand galaxies

I give my heart, my memories to you

With all my desire, love and care

And that day my dear,

Love will release all bitterness from life like they never exist.

Artist.

2010-02-14T18:06:00.000-08:00

Oh artist, if you could draw a life in this dead world.

In a lonely afternoon you draw an unknown song,

In a sad dark night you draw a piece of full moon,

In a branch of a life less tree draw a singing bird,

In a graveyard you draw a bunch of red rose.

Oh artist, if you could draw a life in this dead world.

In a lazy morning you draw a sweet dream,

In a hot summer you a draw a smooth drizzle,

In a dull house you draw a smile of a child,

In middle of blue ocean you draw a green island,

Oh artist, if you could draw a life in this dead world,

Like you draw my life with colors of happiness and hopes.

Need you by my side.

2010-02-05T17:51:00.000-08:00

Lion and A Little Bird.

2010-01-27T08:27:00.000-08:00

Once there was a LION who was dejected in life because all his subjects had become self sufficient because the LION believed in empowering his subjects. But most of them started ignoring the LION because they thought that now that they had his knowledge, they were either his equivalent or greater than the LION. So the LION was so lost as to what he was to do henceforth and was feeling totally unwanted and rejected.

As the LION was walking out of his jungle to go elsewhere he saw a tiny bird with a broken wing in the way. The bird shivered when it saw the LION coming towards it and started telling its final prayers assuming that the LION was going to kill it and eat it.

The LION took pity when he saw this tiny thing and told itself that maybe he would just help the tiny bird till it could stand on its feet and fly and then walk out of the jungle. So the LION took care of the little bird and began to heal its hurt. All the deep rooted pain he showed the bird how to mend each one and come out being stronger. The tiny bird and the LION thus began their walk. While the LION was teaching, the BIRD was learning. And while they were walking together the bird gave the LION something that he craved for which was LOVE, RESPECT, and a REASON for the LION to exist. The LION also loved the company of the bird and grew much attached to the bird so much so that he began to love the tiny bird very deeply and looked forward to her companionship. But the LION also knew that one day the walk could end when the Bird became fully well and decided to fly away and join its kind. The LION was very aware of this and yet his love grew knowing that one day the inevitable would happen and he would be again left alone to walk on by himself to wherever his maker lead him.

Slowly the tiny bird started to heal itself or all its hurts. The bird learnt from the LION ways and means to become stronger. Sometimes the LION directly applied a cure or most of the times the LION just empowered the tiny BIRD to find the cure and apply it. The bird was so happy in the presence of the LION and loved to spend most of its time with the LION. The bird to began to love the LION deeply and wanted to spend the rest of its life with the LION always together.

But then there were always obstacles, the bird was not a LION nor was the LION a bird. But this did not keep them from enjoying each other to the fullest giving all that they had for each other. Always thinking of the other and growing in Love for the other so much so that even the brief time that the bird went out for its food or the LION went out hunting for food was an agonizing period for both of them because they wanted to be together always. The LION was also growing older day by day and as the bird was healing itself well was afraid that the bird would leave it and was wondering whether it had strength to continue its walk alone. But as it always realized, its maker was always there to give it strength. The LION then understood that this was a gift from GOD to be treasured as long as it was with him and not to hinder it if it ever wanted to go away because gifts are freely given with no strings attached and so one had no right to expect that the gift was to used only in any certain way nor could any demand be made on the gift as it was just that --- A GIFT.

So the LION began to accept the gift and enjoyed it, thankful to god for sending such a lovely gift.

The bird was slowly healing itself of all the deep wounds that it had been carrying since it was born and was also learning to see Life differently and slowly began to be so much more positive.

Then came the fateful day when the bird was completely healed or so it thought. It was in a dilemma as to what to do because it loved its KING but all its kind were telling it that there was no future in it being with the LION and that it would just die a lonely death without its kind being near it. They also kept on telling it that it needed the company of its kind.

The LION also knew about this dilemma and also told the tiny BIRD to do as it pleased but to use the wisdom that it had got during the time it had been with the LION. The LION also to help the bird told it that the bird needed its own kind to spend the rest of its life in security as the LION did not know what the future held for it

So the bird listened to everyone including the LION and then thought and contemplated on this for a long time. The bird then got ready and started its flight and flew high above the jungle so that it could get a BIRD's eye view of the place and of everything there...

AND .................................................

Note : Yet to finish the story, any better ideas?

Lost Dream !

2010-01-09T23:51:00.000-08:00

When the Lost Dream was discovered...

It was on the harbor counting the surfs,

Playing hide and seek with clouds,

Reading silently the whole sky…

The dream that once thrown and forbidden,

in a despair moment,

in the forsake forest.

Days passed by…

The days of cold and heat,

The days of blooms and yellow leafs,

Then one day,

After a blessed rain,

Warmth of earth transformed the sky into rainbow,

The hearts blessed with the magic colors,

Hope bridged the link between reality and fantasy.

With a new faith; the prisoner soul of Pleasure Jail,

Spread his wings for freedom,

And landed in edge of Neptune’ kingdom.

The great ocean greeted and offered for an adventurous sail...

Challenged to conquered the death..

And on the verge of accepting it..

Lost Dream appeared

And confront with a smile

‘I was waiting for you so long...'

By Dipa Rani

I Am

2010-01-05T08:54:00.000-08:00

I'm the flower, the morning dew, the grace that always flow
I'm the black, the white, the gray that you never wish to know

I'm the tears, the pain, the despair that you never desire
I'm the faith, the smile, the hope that count on your prayer

I'm the fire, the ice, the air that you breath and live
I'm the good, the evil, the friend that you love to keep

I'm the world, the dream, the imagination that has no limit
I'm the dust, the drop, I have nothing to be taken or to submit

I'm the sky, the galaxies, the mystery that you can't solve
I'm the stream, the ocean, the path that has many curve

I'm the sun, the moon, the stars that shine high upon the sky
I'm a mermaid, Cinderella, the fairy that granted wishes and fly

I'm a wish of heaven
neither illusion nor real......

I'm... I just am....

The Solitary Violinist

2010-01-04T17:31:00.000-08:00

From the mysteries forest,
Along with the whispered wind,
A solo harmony awakes me in the mid of night,
Calling my name in a waltz over and over
The rhythm of melody is alike record of my heart beats….

Oh, master of violin, Are you serenading me?

Beneath a tree with all your dreams,
When the night is calm and peaceful
When the moon is in its magical edge,
And everything is under a charm
You alone untouched by the aura
Tuning your love on a violin

You play with all your heart and soul,
Like you don’t know how to stop
You sow your dreams in my heart,
You treasure your love in my memories
Every tune of the string enlightens my soul,
And I fall for you more deep each time

Oh, my mysterious violinist,
Don’t you know, that it is not the violin you play

That my heart is on your hand….

You.

2010-01-02T23:25:00.000-08:00

After a thousand battles of forgotten,

After a million celebrations of happiness,

After an ocean cry, blink-less nights, thoughtful days,

After a long of journey of books, music and coffee,

After a promise of dismiss the pain, memories and love,

Seems the door of dreams still has not been closed for you…..

Free man and a butterfly.

2010-01-02T21:39:00.000-08:00

The sky was cloudy yet beautiful. Gauri realized though that something without color could still be beautiful, like a hidden window of a fairy land. She took a deep breath to make sure she was alive on this earth. She often wondered why she was here in this world where she felt she did not belong." Must be a reason that she has yet to discover. After all she was not Sankar who already knew why he was here. Sankar! Gauri had no answer for what Sankar to her. But he was the one who inspired her to live, grow and bloom. Whenever she thought about him, she got an instant energy in her soul; her life seemed to be so colorful and cheerful. Sankar had discovered her hidden wings and made her realize that she was as a butterfly. Now she is in her late forties but still she could feel the thrill when she thought of the first meeting of The Free Man.

Part –I

One day in the afternoon, high School Final result was out and Gauri failed. She was frustrated and annoyed. She came out from the house and started walking aimlessly about. At a times she felt like the house was a skeleton, carrying all dead souls. But nobody realized she was alive yet. She had a secret dream world that she discovered when she was child. She couldn’t remember the details but after then she was never alone. She was turning sixteen. She was expecting lots of gifts from her parents but now she knew this was going to be her worst birthday ever. Damn… Suddenly she almost got awoken by a cold breeze and she realized she was inside a Mango Grove that was a little far from her house. Green trees, around her, no noise, a pleasant aura, little birds were playing around, their chirps tuned a sweet melody. ‘Oh, this is must be a fairy world. I could search for a rabbit’ she thought. She was amazed by the pleasant appearance of the natural wonders around. A smile speared on her face. She started singing and waving her hands, stepping her foots in rhythm. And then she saw the boy.. Sankar He was walking carefully and following something. His concentration has made Gouri curious. He was unaware of everything around but a butterfly. Gauri followed his eyes and just saw it. The wings of it were dark red color and yellow spots. Sankar’s eyes was gazing at the butterfly and shining with its beauty. The butterfly was dancing happily ignoring the existence of the two humans. The wings were opening and closing in a rhythm. Gauri yelled ‘WOW’ and the boy jumped with surprise and looked at her.

The butterfly didn’t like the interruption either, it flew away quickly from there. Gauri fainted, she couldn’t understand what to do next. The boy was gazing with amazement at her just like he did the butterfly. He asked, ‘Who are you?’ Gauri told him her name. ‘Hummm’ he reacted. Now Gauri observe him closely. He was probably two or three older then her. His rough hair and cloths shows his weak financial condition. But yet he had shinny eyes which seemed to be alive and wise. Gauri never met a boy in her life like him. He started walking. It was odd for Gauri. All boys she knew at school all admire her beauty and her friendly attitude. And he just seemed to deny her existence. That hurt Gauri’s ego so she decided to follow him. “Heay, wait for me, what’s your name?” Gauri yelled. “Sankar’ he said carelessly, 'and you shouldn’t be here better you leave now’ he added. “This is not the place for a rich and soft girl like you”.

Gauri was irritated and angry with his rough behavior. She never met such a rude person like him in her life, who didn’t even have the courtesy to behave gently with such a lovely girl, 'Ridiculous' she mumbled. But again, she was also curious about him. So she ignored his words and asked ‘So you always follow the butterflies?’ Sankar didn’t expect that the girl to follow him. He got little annoyed, he basically didn’t like to entertain anyone to his secret world. ‘Yes’ he answered. ‘Why?’ Gauri asked again. Sankar was surprised and now looked at Gauri with attention. ‘Her spirit was like a butterfly, in fact a beautiful butterfly’ told himself. ‘Butterfly don’t harm’ then he thought a while ‘That would be fun to introduce a butterfly to others’ so decided to tell a little secret with her. ‘So, you didn’t answer my question.’ She demanded. With a deep breath Sankar answered ‘Coz I love them.” ‘Oh’ Gauri reacted and asked the next question ‘Why don’t you get a cage and put them so that you needn’t to wonder around them.’ He smiled for the first time and said ‘Did anyone tell you that you ask too many questions?’ Gauri replied with a smile ‘Yes, Many.’ Now Sankar laughed and said ‘I appreciate it. Do you like butterflies?’ ‘Yes, the one I just now that we saw’ Gauri answered. ‘OK, follow me.’ Sankar started walking slowing ahead guiding Gauri.

“I enjoy watching Butterflies flying with freedom, I love freedom. I don’t like any kind of string. Not for me, not for anyone”. He continued his walk and Gauri followed. Gauri couldn’t understand properly the meaning his words. But she liked it anyhow. She just liked the company of Sankar whom she met just twenty minutes ago. Sankar stopped his walk and asked her to close her eyes, so she did. He held her hand and moved her softly and whispered ‘Open your eyes.’ She slowly opened her eyes. And she was amazed with the beauty of the nature. It was a small lake with clean blue water. Beside that all kind of bushes and filled with different type of colorful orchid. He asked softly ‘Like it?’ ‘Love it’ Gauri said in a deep voice. They exchange a smile. ‘Look’ her eyes followed the direction, a white color with brown border. She was opening and closing her wings. Like opening and closing the doors of heaven. ‘Wonderful, what’s its name?’ Gauri asked. ‘Name?’ Sankar looked at her in a puzzled manner. ‘Oh, Ok I named it Dream.’ ‘OK?’ Gauri wanted to have Sankar’s approval with a big question mark on her face. Sankar knew it was crazy but just wanted to do it for her. He smiled and nodded his head. A wide smile speared in Gauri’s face and Sankar suddenly felt he could do anything for her smile.

They spent the remaining time just gazing upon the butterflies, orchid, and lake. There was a silence between them though their hearts were contented by each other's company. There was no need of any words to share their hearts and their world. They didn’t notice when it became dark. They both suddenly had awakened by the sound of moving something fast in the grove. He suggested to Gauri and guided her to reach the main road that leads to her house. Gauri didn’t say a word, her heart just was heavy as she was leaving such a wonderful place and going back to her house, the afternoon fear came back to mind again.

They started meeting often. It has been four months or so. Gauri used to get something nice home made dishes for Sankar. In return Sankar used to tell her stories, stories from different corners of the world. He claimed he almost gone everywhere in this world. Gauri couldn’t believe all that Sankar said, but she enjoyed the stories and she never bothered to discover the fact.

Part –II

Gauri was not the same again. She was filled with joy and fully contented. She was OK with all the ignorance of this world. She was experiencing first love. Something in side of her heart was squeezing hard. His absence was a huge void and his presences made her world brighter like heaven. It was something like cursed and blessed at the same time. How life could be so wonderful and sad at the same time. She wanted to fly like a butterfly and fly away to Sankar. But she was also feeling so shy to face him. She wanted to see him so badly, when ever she got time she used to visit that grove, in the absence of Sankar, she used to spend time with his butterflies.

And one day when they were playing Dream. Sankar told her that he had to go for long time. He told her that he had no privilege to give the answer where he was going. Gauri was shocked and surprised and for the first time she started thinking who this Sankar was. Sankar disappeared where he has gone, no one knew. Gauri enquired about him but couldn’t find a satisfied answer. It has been six months that Gauri didn’t see him. Sometimes Gauri doubted whether she really met the boy Sankar? Or was it just an obsession. She didn’t know to whom she should ask for information. Gauri's world was void without Sankar. She was restless and unable to control her emotions she was feeling for Sankar. The more she wanted to forget Sankar and more deep she fell for him. She was almost in a subconscious stage and often she used to visit the secret world of Sankar. Speaking to butterflies, sitting beside the lake used to give her little peace. The butterflies seemed to be missing Sankar too. Then one day she was about to walk towards home and he appeared. Gauri's face was filled with joy. She wanted to ask so many things but she couldn’t. Her face turned red and she felt like her ears are burning with hit. Sankar was surprised and glad to see Gauri’s reaction but he hid his expression.

They just sat at their favorite place, after a while. ‘Where have you been?’ Gauri asked. She wanted to tell Sankar how badly she missed him, but she couldn’t cross the line. He didn’t answer for a while then said ‘Was wondering around’. The answer was clear and with many answers. Gauri didn’t say anything with a heavy heart she was just thinking with whom she has traded her heart. But she must know where she stood. ‘Dream missed you’. Sankar looked her with puzzled eyes. ‘The Butterfly’, Gauri reminded. Sankar face was bright for few seconds and then it was sadden he turned his face towards horizon and said ‘I’m a free man, butterfly should know this. I gave her freedom to live her life and I want the same thing from her. And I missed her too.’ The message was clear. But Gauri didn’t feel bad; she understood the depth of his thoughts. Sankar’s absence made her to understand Sankar more. He was not here but he was. Now he was here and again he was not nearer. This time Sankar didn’t wonder around butterflies, they just sit for hours without talking to each other the sun was disappearing, and smooth breeze touching them both. The clouds were changing color orange to blue. They birds were flying back to their home. And it became silent as the sky got darker. Silence brought them nearer. They were watching all the things around them. Gauri thought the world was so beautiful, so peaceful. She felt complete inside, she was hungry for this for years. Hours turned to a day and days turned to months and years.

Five years has been passed Gauri passed out from the college and now she was going to marry soon. She happened to meet Sankar a few times. Not much talk between them, they talk in silence. They just sit together and not even touching each other... And sometime they follow butterflies. Sometimes Sankar would to tell her stories of his journey; they were always mysterious and far away from this world. Gauri never believed them but loved to hear his stories. They are dreamy and mysterious like Sankar’s eyes. Gauri named a few more butterflies but Dream remained their favorite. Colorful butterflies. Free butterflies. Red with the white dot is Beauty, blue with the yellow dot is Venus and the one that contain tiger spots is Hercules. Sankar enjoyed them too. Gauri was glad to be a part of Sankar’s world. She wished if she could be a part of it for forever. But dreams are only dreams; there is no connection between real life and the dream world.

When her mother asked if any one was in her mind for marriage, she went into deep thinking. She didn’t understand what relationship she has with Sankar. Was there any relationship at all? With teary eyes she was sitting at their favorite place. Sankar was in deep thoughts. He didn’t say a single word. Gauri was not able to control her tears, she hated herself for crying in front of an emotionless rock that didn’t have any feelings but still couldn’t control it. Last night she drew a butterfly, with colors of her dreams, she put her every emotions as colors; sad, happiness, hurt, love everything into the wings of the heart shape and put it into a bar. Inside the bar of a heart of free man, who hated to be caged? As their meetings were near to impossible from now she requested him to accept the painting as a gift. He agreed and in return he gave her a board or a frame with various butterflies wings in it. This is only the precious thing which belonged to him. Gauri was surprised. He was thinking something deeply; his dreamy eyes were lost somewhere in the sky. Then gazed at her and said ‘you are the most beautiful butterfly I ever seen please take care of yourself.’ Gauri couldn’t stand it anymore. She didn’t want to do anything beyond her set boundaries, she ran away from the grove with teary eyes.

Part –III

Another six years had been passed. Gauri now married blessed with two little angels. By her satisfied smile people could guess how happy she was. She came to visit her father with her two daughters and for the first time her husband couldn’t accompany her, he had to go for aboard for work. Many times Gauri thought of visiting the grove and meeting Sankar; but often a guilt feeling preventing her to do so. After a lot of war in her mind she decided finally not to visit the grove.

Next day he was there in front of her with the same shinny, dreamy, mysterious eyes. Except her youngest daughter and a maid, every one went for a party. She was shocked, she realized the flow is still there in her; the flow of his love, it never died and still was fresh as she felt when they met first time. He was manlier than before and the appearance was still reflecting of his weak financial condition. He bowed and showed respect to Gauri. Gauri thought ‘what do you want now?’ His head was down like a slave; he mumbled ‘Sorry I couldn’t attend your marriage, I had to go somewhere.’ Gauri could only thought of one word “Liar”. Sankar again started ‘Here is a gift, for your marriage.’ Without looking to her eyes sitting on his nee. He raised a little box towards Gauri. Gauri was confused about expecting the gift from him. But the maid was there she was gazing both. She took a decision first and accepted the gift. She asked the maid to get one glass of water. Sankar got a look of relief in his face and said he was waiting for her since two years ago. He was going far away. The grove was destroyed and most butterflies died. He discovered another garden but that one was far away from here. He might not come back and came here to say good bye.

Gauri was blank, was standing like a statue, she controlled her tears. Sankar looked into her eyes with deep love and pain and left quickly. She became conscious when the maid called her. She opened the box. It contained a little pearl. Blue Pearl. It must be a costly one, Gauri thought by the shape and finishing of it. And had a peace of paper in it contain a sentence ’‘To a butterfly, which lives in the heart of free man.’

Tears came out from her eyes with joy and pain. A free man who taught a butterfly how to live and love and yet to be free that he has learnt from his butterflies.

~~The End~~

Note: This poem has been published in local magazine by Aabheri -NGO at Hyderabad Oct'08.

The Spring Tree!

2010-01-02T21:32:00.001-08:00

It is not that you don’t love me

It is not that I don’t miss you

But things happens, sometime dark nights are heavy on shiny days

Honey, for those days lets sow the seeds of spring.

You don’t know; I keep all good memories of ours in bowl of hope

I gave them light that got from your smile
I gave them strength that got from your faith
I gave them water that got from your love
I have created the seed of spring like a magic,
Like pearl made out of nothing.

So honey lets sow the seeds of spring.

For those moments when the frustration are high
Let the shadow of its branches give us peace.
For those blue days when we lack a smile
Let the essence of its flower spread on our sky.
For those desperate seconds when we wanted to be one
Let the plant grow with our bonding.

And the days when you are away from me;
Let it be your alter soul just beside me.
So honey lets sow the seeds of spring.

Note: This poem has been published in local magazine by Aabheri -NGO at Hyderabad Oct'08.

Something About Love.

2009-12-28T06:28:00.000-08:00

Sangeeta held her newborn son to her breast tightly whispering in his ear 'I'm here to take care of you. You will never have to worry'. She kissed his forehead and held the tiny hands into her palm. Then she saw Rakesh coming with a smile. He was overwhelmed and happy. He was a father now. He felt even more love towards his wife. He hugged her and whispered ‘Our baby, we have done it, love you’, and kissed her forehead. He held the baby tightly in his arms and was lost gazing ntil Sangeeta brought him back.

Sangeeta has previously thought of the name ‘Alex’ for her baby boy. Rakesh liked it somehow although he never cared whether it goes well with his religion, but who cares? Rakesh has been open to new ideas. He was filled with wonder about his newborn. A tiny body, just like a piece of flesh and he felt like his part of soul in it. It was a wonderful experience for him. He was so thrilled that he would do anything for Sangeeta who gave him such a precious gift.

He asked Sangeeta whether he can take Alex to his friends who had been waiting outside the labor room. Sangeeta smiled and nodded her head. After he was gone, she relaxed and got the time of thinking about herself. She was filled with emotions and tears from the eyes giving her a satisfaction of fulfilling a secret dream.

She looked through the window, it was a cloudy sunny day that reminded her of a picture sent by Alex - her Soul-Mate whom she met on internet. They became very close and intimate and discovered the miracle of love together. They shared their love, pains, songs and thoughts.

Alex was native of Brazil. He was a journalist. His passion was writing about life and love. He was aspiring to be professional writer. Sangeeta got in touch after she read one of his articles about ‘Soul Mate’. The article touched her. She felt it was only written for her, she felt she knew this person for quite a long time. Out of curiosity she sent him an email with few of her work samples and got an immediate response. In this way their relationship had grown up.

They used to write everyday to each other, sometime about their feelings for each other or just a daily work schedule or about rain or just about a sad day. Writing email to each other became an essential part of their daily routine. As the time passed they felt deeper in each other. They were so happy to see a tiny email from the other. They started thinking about the other all the time. Suddenly everything became meaningful in their life. It became so lovely and wonderful that they started enjoying it fully with laughter and joy. Their spirit went high. Symptoms were clear of love. But as the time passed by the love for each other made a huge void in their life. They started missing each other so much that they wanted to be together for forever and finally decided to meet. They were quite excited and started counting days. They started to PLAN the things. If everything is going for as per your plan then there was a mistake in the plan itself. But the plan was OK and something gone wrong……

Sangeeta suddenly lost all the contacts with Alex. He just disappeared. She got no reply to her emails to him, his phone number was invalid suddenly. She was very much worried and everyday she used to wait madly for Alex to come online. She was nearly going crazy. Her tears stopped listening to her as they flowed continuously through her cheeks. She started thinking of something worse until she got a letter from Alex out of the blue.

The letter made her worst fear come true. It was a declaration of end of her love, her dreams, her hopes and her life. Her love was going to die soon as Alex was suffering from cancer. He barely had two months to live. Alex was very sorry for what happened, he was totally broke up and gathered the strength to write a letter to her. He wanted her to understand his love towards Sangeeta and asked for a favor. He wanted to see Sangeeta married at least before he dies. He has always dreamt of Sangeeta wearing a bengali bridal dress, clad in red saree and vermillion on her forehead.

Sangeeta burst out completely and requested Alex to allow her to come once and meet him for the last time. Alex couldn’t say NO as he wanted to see her before he said goodbye to this world.

They met. Not in a garden or in a romantic place as they planned but at the hospital where Alex was counting his last breath. Alex was trying to smile hard but Sangeeta couldn’t control her tears. Sangeeta hugged him tightly and cried out as loud as she could.

It had been two years now since she met Alex, but she could still recall his last words as if they were yesterday.

"I want you to know that I feel that if God has decided to take my life. But I would yield my life if I was confined that my love for you would live on in the heart of another."

Sangeeta believed on his love, on miracle they once shared. Today after giving birth she knew what Alex wanted from her. To keep the sweet memories of Alex alive in her life she named her son after him. She thought by this way she can fulfill his unfulfilled dreams, loving Alex was a passion for her, she wanted to wipe off all the pained memories and lighten up a new future. Now her baby Alex would give energy and the wish to look forward and live. She smiled with tears at the sky and whispered, 'Alex, see, I kept my promise and I’m going to fulfill your dreams.’

~~~The End~~~

"This story had been published on KOLAJ (Bangali Magazine- Hyderabad)"

SEASON.

2009-12-23T18:04:00.001-08:00

Once love came from no where,

Appeared to me so real….

The color of the sky was pleasant,

Winds were more gentle and lenient.

Sure signs for arrival of blooming season,

My heart went along with the celebration.

A pale mysterious voice whispered...

A caution or congratulation?

It brought the passion, magic slides

Along with dreamy songs, moon walks….

Eyes were sparking with unknown light,

Presence of love contented my day and night.

My flowers of the garden forgotten to weep,

My book of sadness went for a deep sleep.

Days became more promising and welcoming,

Obsession or reality?

Then love disappeared like never there,

left with the promise of forever care…

Only when I noticed the color of falls were already arrived,

My treasure boxes were empty without love, dreams, and pride.

But for sake of heart- breaks how many souls ever have died?

Rather they became Master of their own after paid the price.

Seasons were temporary, changes were so certain but life was only one.

To live or to die.

FALL IN LOVE

2009-12-20T17:58:00.000-08:00

See my sparking eyes while you are around,

And you know how much I love you.

Notice my happiness when you just look at me,

And you know how much I love you.

Look at my tearful eyes when we do part,

And you know how much I love you.

Upon the high sky where my prayer goes,

Knocking the door of god along with all faith I have.

I know all my prayer are answered

When we fall in love …