CHANTINGS OF THE HEART

Spring has arrived!! I await your arrival My long lost beloved My soul and I... Waiting to embrace you Longing your presence My mornings and my afternoons In solitude and melancholy I lay on my bed...  Awaiting your arrival Just once come back my beloved Satiate my soul Refresh my sweet memories Of times spent in your company Oh my Cuckoo!!  My long lost Cuckoo!! I am desperate to meet you Will you sing again? For me... Just once...your song The song of the cuckoo!!  Oh bird!! Where art thou?  Lost in the concrete jungle Not a tree to perch...  Nor a nest to search Will you ever come back? To revive my memories  With your melodies!! 

The wind blows slowly and steadily As she sits looking at the greenery The golden sun also smiles Her ripen grains look like golden beads Swaying and smiling at her Yes, she wants them around her neck Just like a bejewelled  bride She is coy, she is happy She has fresh dreams Dreams of the golden beads!! Beads which winds her dreams Yes, the beads which would fill… But, what is this? Where are my golden beads? Alas! My golden beads She wails, she curses… You mighty river…I hate you Why did you gulp my golden beads? How could you wash away my dreams? My dreams of the golden beads!!    

She shuddered! She woke up, she was sweating profusely. No, she did not have a fever. Slowly, she joined her hands and began praying. Yes, she is alive today and all thanks to the Almighty-the creator and the Savior.   Arunima Basumataree was wondering what exactly went wrong, that she was facing the wrath of her own brethren in the village. The villagers with whom she shared a very cordial relation sharing their best and worst times, how could they forget her contribution in changing the face of the village? How could they forget that her endearing efforts have brought electricity and water in the once neglected trouble torn village Phulguri as it lay 250 kms away from Sonitpur. How could the villagers just blindly ignore her contributions and just listen to the dictates of that devilish Babu Ram Narzary?   Arunima’s eyes welled up as she sat thinking of the golden days of her courtship with her love and husband Maheshwar who died a few years ago of Malaria. Her thoughts ...

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. In...

The word 'Impossible' brings to forth a negative connotation in our minds. But have you ever thought that the word if broken down into parts connotes to 'I M POSSIBLE', Yes indeed nothing in this world is impossible, everything is possible if we know the ways to achieve the possibility.  Let me share a few cases of possibilities where the unachievable was conquered with sheer determination, dedication, hard work, patience, perseverance and of course strong will.  How many of us know that there was an autistic and dyslexic boy who went on to become a scientist of repute? Well here I am talking about the famous physicist Albert Einstein. Einstein didn't graduate, yet he discovered the photoelectric effect for which he won the Nobel Prize for Physics in 1921. He showed how possibilities could be realized if they have the potential to reject impossibility.  All of us must have read about Helen Keller, who despite losing her eyesight and ability to hear wrote several boo...