How do you exorcise your grief?

my dear friend n erudite blogger, Mo wrote a delightful verse 'How do you exorcise your grief' here: new poem by Mo!

after i wrote this in the comments section i felt that it is good as a stand alone poem too! please read the original one at the link above and then only read this. ur comments, at both the blogs will be eagerly awaited :) thanks!


How do you exorcise your grief?

i welcome my grief
to sit beside
and (we) share our joys
lest foes we become
.
.
.
because i found out
very early in life
grief when made a friend
is grief exorcised

night / raat

वो आई

और साफ़ कर गयी

आकाश की सतह पर

बिखरे हुए थे

उड़ते से टुकड़े कई

she came

and cleaned up

crumbs

fallen, flying

on the surface of the sky

just a thought...

Twelve gleefully unemployed gentlemen,
held out a mega rally.
On a lazy Sunday pre-noon,
they strengthened the cause of the toiler masses.

Under the fading red banner of,
Jila Parishad Communist Cell.
They made the government re-think its policies,
& felt very pleased about it all...

The Meaning of Life

make a little wish today
& blow it in the wind
open a new window somewhere
see some soul sneak in

close your eyes soft
speak a silent prayer
spend a day with friends
draw a dream with care

enjoy the beauty humble
revere a blade of grass
seek the wonder that is world
let these joys in life amass


life, is not lived in years & in months
in anniversaries & in occasions
not even in money & awards
it is in the little moments that life gets its rewards



breathe & seek
say & see
do & dream
give & forgive
go & grow
hide & seek
know & lead
learn & have fun

do a thousand things more...LIVE

Circle of Life

it starts & it moves

it flows & it flies

it shines & it smiles

it laughs & it cries



never ending

never stopping

always aspiring

always inspiring



it is the circle of life

for the kashmir earthquake victims

looking into her eyes

i saw shock & numbness
of seeing a playground turning into graveyard
of a heaven turned into hell

no more schools
no more playmates
no more family
no more childhood

all that is left
is death & devastation


in his bewildered eyes
i saw the questions of a nation
is there any one in the rubble
has anyone survived

no more villages
no more towns
no more jobs
no more future

all that is left
are ruins & cremation


there is a father in that picture
there is a daughter there too
and someone is tearing inside me
asking what I'll do

what will i do my dear friend
and what will you do

image taken courtsey India Today, all copyrights respected. Usage is meant for only personal & non-professional use.

around the yellow light bulb in my room

around the yellow light bulb in my room

far from the reach of the daily broom

a silver spider has woven its web

where it enjoys its sumptuous spread

sometimes when i’m in a mood little keen

i see things never before seen

how gullible insects fall for the light

and for their lives they cannot fight

i see the spider pouncing on its prey

and brightness turning into shades of gray

almost graceful in its dance of death

wrapping its victim in silken threads

i see the spider sucking life out of life

and life carrying on, amidst all this strife