CHANTINGS OF THE HEART

"Mom"," Mom Save us! " "It's burning, Mom, please save us." ' Aita', 'Aita' (bosua amak) Help us, Save us!! Arunima went hysterical once again!! She was uncontrollable, she was screaming and crying. It's been over three months now. Avinash held her up and started caressing and cajoling her not to cry. Avinash's heart was breaking too but he decided he would remain strong, he wouldn't be shattered. He needs to remain strong for his lady love, Arumina and his mother.  Arunima was sobbing. Over the past few weeks she had been mostly in a state of daze and bewilderment. She was under heavy doses of medication, being injected with anti- depressants and in taking sleeping tablets. Slowly, Avinash let his wife Arunima go off to sleep, he knew sleep evaded her. He switched off the light and looked around the house.  Avinash sat on the recliner, in order to read the newspaper. As he turned the page, a particular news caught his atte

Kadambari held the small box of sindoor on her hands. She loved the colour. Crimson red!! Yes, that was what she loved seeing on people's forehead. It was unlike the dark brownish colour found in her part of the country.  Kadambari stood looking at the small round red box, her eyes became moist. She remembered the day when the mother of a student gifted her a packet after she praised the colour of the ' Sindoor '. That evening she applied the vermilion after freshening up, and she looked bright and different. The red colour on the parting of her hair appeared immensely beautifully against the white Jasmine flowers, which she often ties to her long hair. Her husband Srijith praised her. She smiled remembering how crazy he was. Amma, 'Niru', Amma, 'Niru'. Her two year son Bivash who was playing nearby brought her back to her senses. She opened the water bottle and let the child have water. As she was sitting in the mat below, everything appeared before her ey

Tears flowed down her cheeks Like a stream of salty water From eyes which were blue with Hope Of a reconciliation- a new beginning Eyes which weaved dreams of happiness Eyes which hoped of a life like a queen A queen in his heart He did not understand her, her pain, her agony He crushed her beyond his feet Her dreams crushed therewith The dream of a happy life  

Yet again! Humanity was shocked, tattered and shattered. Where am I living? In a state where people can't differentiate between the right and wrong!! 

  Her long tresses and her twinkled eye Beauty hidden in the dark He loved her; wanted to own her She disagreed, proud she was… She continued her triumphant walk Pairs of eyes followed her everywhere She resisted his presence.. But she was weak, he overpowered her She was lost… Now she covers herself… Long tresses and face all in a veil She wonders where she went wrong Has to no right to say no!! (Tribute to the many acid attack victims who were jittered by their vindictive lovers)

I don't know what silences thou!! But this silence is terrifying Why does it indicate something? Of Omens and Losses! I cried, not for bereavement! I cried, not for grief It's unphantomable!! It's unphantomable!!

You worship her!! You address her as MOTHER!! She is Divinity for you!! She is a MOTHER She bore YOU!! You grew in her womb Her blood mingled in yours. Why do you despise her then?? When she bleeds... Is it wrong to bleed?? Why are you so indifferent? Do you know how it feels to bleed? Why is she not allowed to worship? To mingle, to touch? Is it wrong to bleed? Isn't it blood after all? The blood which bore you .. The blood which nurtured you.. How can one blood be pious? And other irreligious? You cheer the birth of a child The same blood you shun... When she bleeds monthly. Isn't it the same blood? That bore YOU!!