Unknown

Ah, it is so difficult to forget
To be there where you are
For all I want is to see you once more
To share with things that I feel
But I know that how much I try
I will not be able to do so
All that I can do is to grieve for you
And hide my tears from the world's gaze
For while I struggle in this world
You are far away at some better place

A meaningful evening

I happened to spend the evening of 30th April with two of my closest friends Saumya and Vaidehi and my sister Sarah at an orphanage. We spent our time playing with the children, watching them sing and dance, talking with them and enjoying ourselves as well trying our best to make them happy.
The most of the girls at the orphanage were abandoned by their blood relatives and left at the doors of the orphanage. Interacting with them made me wonder how can anyone with a heart leave their children or children belonging to their relatives amongst strangers. Some of these girls were also physically and/or mentally challenged. It grieved my heart that somebody left his/her child just because the child was deformed.
However, on the other hand, I also noticed that every cloud has a silver lining. There are people completely unrelated to them who are always ready to help them by all possible means. It makes me wonder about what is love. Love is there in the smile of an innocent child, in the eyes of an elderly person. But why is love missing from our lives? Why is that we adults, who are physically and mentally capable of doing all work do not find time to love someone, to spend sometime with others? Why we cannot be more loving, more caring, a better human being?

Vision

I saw you in the crowds
And I saw you in the open
And when I saw you move
Afraid that I will lose you
I ran after you
And I ran and stumbled
And forgot my own path
As I rushed after you
I tried to call you back
But you kept moving
And you went farther and farther away
Till you faded away in the sunset
And the night blinded me
And now here I stand
Alone and crying in the dark
Wishing to be with you
But knowing that is not possible
And I wish you were here
For all I have are tears
While you have gone away

Stranger

Everytime I look at you, I wonder who you are
Why you matter so much to me when I barely know you?
Why do you seem so familiar and yet so distant?
And yet, you matter so much
Oh you stranger,unknown and untouched
How much I wish to talk to you
But I know that as long as I live
You will always be a mirage

Dreams

What are dreams? Whose visions are they? How different are they from reality? How powerful? Dreams may or may not be more powerful than reality, but they definitely are, amusing. Dreams are amusing, in the sense, that they are not bound by the rules of the society and of human controls. No laws of science or logic govern them. Amusing, because, they don’t care about the past, the present or the future. Yes, dreams have the potential of being more powerful than reality but that is if and only if the dreamer has the will, the desire and the ability of making them come true. How much power a man wants to impart to his dreams depends upon his desire of framing his own destiny. But men must follow their dreams with caution, because sometimes one man’s dream can turn into the nightmare for millions. When a man like Mandela or a Gandhi dreamt, they changed the world into a better place but when someone like Hitler or napoleon dreamt, it ended in disaster. Many men have died and nations being ruined in pursuit of some ego-satisfying dream of a weakling. Yes, a man who follows his dreams for his own selfish ends is a weakling who is incapable of seeing his true self in the mirror.

Justice denied

Seven months after police open fired on unarmed peaceful protestors in Maval region of Maharashtra and kills 3 and injures 9, it arrests 47 others for attempt to murder. While the protestors were farmers agitating for a water pipeline in their village, the attackers were armed policemen who opened fire at the time the protestors were returning. And not only did the policemen kill villagers, they called up others to the police station to record their statement and instead arrested them on charges of assault on police team.
Is this the criminal justice system? Is this how the government machinery works? If this is the rule, then it will be very difficult for the poor, the downtrodden to survive.
Who is there to listen to the voice of the weak? Who is there to give them justice?
This should be a wake up call for the guardians of the society to come out and stand for the weak. This is the time when one has to think beyond and come out and call for justice. Or else, one by one, the voiceless will be eliminated...

Unknown voices

Often, while walking alone the streets, I hear some whispers, some unknown voices calling out my name, telling me some secrets that I know not of. Sometimes, I hear some familiar voice but when I look around, I see no familiar face. Sometimes, the questions that I was pondering upon get answered by some unknown voice.
Who are they who whisper to me? Who are they who tell me secrets? They give me company when I am all alone and yet, they make me realize how lonely I am. And yet, though when I am lonely I know someone is there with me, looking at me, standing by my side, telling me what to do.
My companions of solitude, I know not thy name. Will you ever come up to me and tell me why you care so much for me? Will I be ever able to know, who walks with me, who talks to me? And yet I know that you will always be with me, you will always hold my hand when I need to be comforted, talk to me when I need to be answered.
Yes, my companions of solitude, I know that with you I am never alone. You are a blessing, a prayer answered. Whoever you are, you are my unknown friend with an unknown voice.