What the Dervish thought of the Judgement Day

" Beware of the Judgment Day, Dervish."

Snarled the King;

"you will have to answer for your deeds."

" If God is going to judge me."

Replied the Dervish calmly;

"I think not, I will have to answer for His deeds."

What the Dervish said,reflects on me

A similar episode of a different age entirely.

When a great war of blood and carnage had just been fought;

And in darkness ,lay injured and pitiful, the villain ,defeated ,lost.

And the Lord comes to him-

"What have thee wrought on yourself?

What have ye done?"

And the villain in agonizing pain replies,

"Ask not me, Krishna, what have I wrought.

When everything begins and ends by your mere thought."

On Partition

On partition

There was a blank page/

i drew a line across it /


Now there are two sides.

The Mute Voice

If our voice
makes a little less blood spill
strikes fear in someones' hearts
creates a new law
makes people think....
Then its time,
to prove we aren't mute
to sing a song
to make some noise
to join the prayer.
Its time to break our silence
our long dark silence.
And show the gratitude in words.

Let our words echo
There where no bells of joy ring
no sounds of giggles and no birds sing;
Where the wait is long and unsure...
Let our voice give them hope
To wait a few moments longer
To wait for us.
we will come.
Let our voices sing
of hope & peace & love
of fire & sunrise & full stomachs.

Now lets raise our voices a little more
And find the power in our throat -
' Neelkanth. '
if our voice can wipe someone's tear
and show them a way
Then let us be the anklet of a distant morning.

If our voices can
Then we should
Break the silence
This millennia old deep,dark silence .


According to the mythological stories, Lord Shiva drank the poison that appeared from the 'Sagar Manthan' (churning of ocean). This place is said to have been the same place, where Lord Shiva drank the poison. On drinking the poison, his throat turned blue and from that time onwards, Lord Shiva came to be known as 'Neelkantha' (One having blue throat  ) - chttp://www.culturalindia.net/indian-temples/neelkanth-mahadev-haridwar.html

She  runs  to  his  open  arms -

and  disappears -

Like  the  first  drop  of  rain  kissing  the  scorched  summer  earth !

Earth's Child

A flower that was never plucked,

And never was offered at the alter;

Neither did it ever adorn a damsel's hair;

And never was showered on celebration of glory;

Neither did it rest in the peaceful tombs.

It lived all spring and faded in autumn.

Though lesser men might not think much of it-

 

Or might not think at all,

It had lived a life of fulfillness.

It spread its beauty amongst thousand eyes.

And its fragrance allured many bees.

Though it never found the pride of a lovely bride,

The Angels say it was Earth's child.

You & my other beloved ...she writes

I shall wait , my love,

for you to return, (she wrote)

even as i pass through those doors that take me

away from you

to my other Beloved -

Death