from where to start...

Everything ends when my pen stops.
But from where I start is not the beginning.
Even if I don’t care
But I leave thousands of question marks.
Where to start???
Where life is only a struggle for existence;
Or from there, where people feel pain even in rosy beds
Where happiness comes like waves;
Or from there, where every thing is lost
In times’ caves…
Where there is a fight between man & dog’s child
In the garbage for a piece of bread
Or from there, where the concern is which side
Of the bread should be buttered...
Where every eye is full of golden dreams,
Or from there, where life is wandering on the verge
Of death with every uncertainty
Lastly, I found,
It is really difficult to start, on part of mine,
But still I am with the pen in my hand,
With a hope that
I will start...

When white replaces all...

I watched the quiet sunset. It had been a long, still and hot day. The sea was a big wild and the night of the full moon was approaching. Two separate strings of wind hit my face; a hot, dry one from the land and the cool, moist sea breeze. As wave washed my feet I thought I am completely in oblivion. It was the sea beach of Puri, which has a sacred cremation ground called "SWARGA-DWAR" close to it. That day I went there just for a pilgrimage. But I found 7-8 dead bodies were waiting to embrace the ritual fire in the cremation ground. I was very much shocked. I find it miraculous that the bodies which were very much loved, respected, honored yesterday, are today lying in the cremation ground. I felt really sorry when I found a dead body of a man clothed in groom's dress. I asked the cause because I am indigenous about everything. But oh! It was unfortunate. A little bit of worries, sadness made me to lose in his thought. When he was returning home after marriage, he became a victim of pandemonium. The marriage procession party just turned into a theatre of war in a few minutes. But it lasted for a wink. A man with a pistol shot the groom and the scenario just changed. There was a huge cry. But the bride's cry was very heart-rending. Today she is crying for a person who had promised to live with her for ever (Janam Janam ka sath Tumhara Hamara...). The dreams in her blue eyes vanished, the blood of her husband just wiped out the vermilion in her forehead forever. The glamour on her face went away for the time to come… The red vermilion, red bangle, red lip gradually started fading. The white replaces all happiness. The mother, who was looking to the path of her son became...
The wave did not allow me to accompany them in their bad days anymore because I was a man, just acting on the dictate of emotion. Welcome to my http://dictateofemotion.blogspot.com/