I stood by the shore,
Wide eyed – in rapt attention;
It was a scene straight from a dream
As I saw the water rise and fall.
I stood by the shore,
Wide eyed – in rapt attention;
It was a scene straight from a dream
As I saw the water rise and fall.
I read the score card wondering if the fool’s day had come in a bit late! It was probably my hallucination – after all I wanted it so selfishly for the past few weeks now. It never sank in really that the day has come to pass when we can call ourselves “world champions” at last!
I’ve imagined this many a time, but thoughts are not close enough describe the feeling I’ve had over the past three days. We came to Swiss again at last! The turbulent personal situations we went through just about one year back only made the trip sweeter!
Lost in trance, I move around
Hoping the shackles would be broken
By your true love!
Half here and half there
I exist as a mere shadow
In your dreams!
Yet you continue to play
As if nothing happened
Between us!
All that I can do is
To pray for you,
Sincerely, honestly, truthfully!
I was taking a stroll from work back to home, one fine evening, when I noticed how much the season had changed. The fields which were white with knee deep snow a couple of weeks back were now dull green; the pathways which I got so much accustomed to seeing with muddy footprints of unknown travelers had lost its enigmatic self; the trees which were at death’s door were suddenly springing back to life as if by magic, the early flowers were a beautiful offering from the neighboring bare bushes; nature was countering herself in every possible way as if to prove a point!
Out of all gloom
Came the bright lil’ one;
His smile gentle
Our bundle of joy!
An eerie silence broken,
By early winds of March;
His cries rang
An unsung melody ’twas!
Like the thorns in rose,
Like satire masking a joke,
Like the dazzling auburn sky
Leading to gloom,
Like death marking life!
Shimanga is a rusty old town in the middle of nowhere. In fact, it would have become a ghost town had it not been for the iron ore deposits next to it. Thanks to this, a relatively small industry was thriving in this place for almost hundred and twenty years.
The ‘Trishool’ steel factory was the only god known to the thousands of laborers who lived in that place. There were hardly a handful people who had business apart from the factory.
ll dedication ahead of International Labor Day
Legend has it that even after an Agaria is dead and cremated; the soles of his feet remain. A lifetime of hardship in the salt pan makes their skin so hard that even fire cannot burn them. [1]
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FOOTNOTES
1. ll dedication ahead of International Labor Day
Legend has it that even after an Agaria is dead and cremated; the soles of his feet remain. A lifetime of hardship in the salt pan makes their skin so hard that even fire cannot burn them. {{1}}