CHANTINGS OF THE HEART

Bordoichila, Hey Bordoichila Can you hear me Bordoichila?  It's April already! When will you come?  Can't you see the despair Your mother is so sad As she wails and sends dust stroms  The bleeding heart weeps.. Day in and day out Awaiting your arrival The barren trees stand in vain Devoid of colours and in pain Not only your mother, even I am annoyed Do you know the dust on the tables  They require my attention daily Oh! When would you come to tame them? I know you love to come in a flush As if there is so much to rush What is the hush hush? Tell me with a quick blush.. I await your arrival As you are the reviver... A new beginning, new era Awaits your arrival Bordoichila, I am waiting. When are you coming?

Here I come, she said with a smile I said,"Welcome, my dear Spring." She whispered, "Thank You!!" I am here to stay for sometime. I looked at her amazed... Wow! You are a real beauty. Her eyes twinkled as she walked There was music in her steps.. Soothing, peaceful music. Tunes which mesmerised me.  I was wonderstruck... How can one be so beautiful? Oh, I remembered... She was in her PRIME Astounded with BEAUTY The voluptuous HERSELF! As the mild breeze caressed She moved slowly Just like the tiny wild flower Swaying blissfully... The pearls adorning her hair Moved with her too... Indeed a pleasure to watch her Again, again and again... How could thy be so beautiful? I questioned myself Again and again Oh yes, I remember She is here to stay for sometime Maybe I will get my answers soon. She is here to stay She is SPRING-in her PRIME!!

Over the past few weeks, innumerable thoughts crossed my mind. I thought well let me halt them for the time being. I wanted to pen them as I was pained looking at the degradation of the Indian values to an all time low, from seasoned politicians, wannabe politicians to journalists, everyone wanted to taste the 'politics ka ladoo'.  The heat was building up; fans, supporters were voicing their dissent or consent on what was shared, tweeted, addressed, delivered and battles were ranging not only in the political fronts but at the comforts of the drawing rooms, cubicles of the office, newsrooms, social media, roadside corners and where not name some more.Yes, the greatest Indian Circus of all times was here with hoardes of jokers entertaining the masses who knew all the gimmicks up the sleeves of the entertainers but still participated for the one thing HOPE.   You, may think I am insulting an institution which gives us the rights to be called the citizens of the country. Infact,