Again the rain is here
But with the winter's charm
And my heart sinks in the quilt of tears
For that never fulfilled warmth.
Why the smoothness of blanket doesn't soothes?
Why this chilling chilled-night doesn't move?
Why these eyes that were full of dreams once
Dare not to close again for the fear of tears?
Spring once promised me
In his deepest passion
That he'll bring me the lost warmth
By opposing summer's burning weather.
But now he's late
So his warmth is also delayed.
Resulted in the suffering of all
And left me as cold as this rain.
But whom shall I blame
For his delay?
It is I who never cared for him
It is I who were busy in my dreams.
Now this rain reminds me of my mistake,
This rain has brought back that pain,
This winter rain has forced me to know
The loneliness and coldness I suffer
Are because of my own carelessness, I wondered!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Letter to Sheila Dikshit.
Hon'ble Madam,
Being a proud citizen of India I feel it is my duty to inform respected madam that the condition of harassment of ladies in Delhi has not improved as equally as the standard of living in the city. Though we have new low-floor, air conditioned buses, metro and newly constructed flyovers somewhere we have lacked in pouring a sensibility in the mentality of people. It has remained the same. Still there is no respect for ladies traveling in buses or metro.
As Commonwealth games are approaching, lot of tourists will come to attend the tournament but I am doubtful that what image we will be left with when our respected guests will encounter those men who can not even respect ladies traveling with them?
I would like to take hon’ble madam’s attention towards a very minute but extremely sensible issue which is directly related to a woman’s honor extrinsically and dignity intrinsically. It is the design and placement of metro train’s chairs. First of all there’s nothing attached to separate one chair form the other and second the place of chairs are opposite to each other in the extreme sides. People, who stand in between the chairs, always stand in the direction towards people who are sitting. This makes very embarrassing for ladies who are sitting. Moreover some men make it more embarrassing intentionally so that the girl or lady sitting opposite to them leave the seat herself. I have seen this happening with foreigners as well which forced me to write this letter.
Because it is not just for the honor and dignity of women but also for the honor and dignity of the nation it is my humble request to please take care of such minute issues. Either there should be an additional ladies compartment on every metro train or the design of chairs should be modified. Additional ladies compartment will be helpful for ladies who are traveling without any male counterpart. Moreover I would like to add that reservation of seats in metro or buses are least helpful for ladies as it is creating more hatred and disrespect for women. As we all know that men have a biological tendency to feel superior to women, so some of them feel it is their insult to leave their seat for women. It becomes a cause of cold war in the minds of both the gender. Instead of using the word ‘reservation’ it is important to write “being a man it is your duty to respect women, children and old people” and “being Indians it is our duty to respect our guests”. This will develop a sense of responsibility.
When the issue will be sort out I’d be grateful to respected madam on the behalf of every woman who has gone through such an experience.
With Warm Regards,
Dolly Jamwal.
Being a proud citizen of India I feel it is my duty to inform respected madam that the condition of harassment of ladies in Delhi has not improved as equally as the standard of living in the city. Though we have new low-floor, air conditioned buses, metro and newly constructed flyovers somewhere we have lacked in pouring a sensibility in the mentality of people. It has remained the same. Still there is no respect for ladies traveling in buses or metro.
As Commonwealth games are approaching, lot of tourists will come to attend the tournament but I am doubtful that what image we will be left with when our respected guests will encounter those men who can not even respect ladies traveling with them?
I would like to take hon’ble madam’s attention towards a very minute but extremely sensible issue which is directly related to a woman’s honor extrinsically and dignity intrinsically. It is the design and placement of metro train’s chairs. First of all there’s nothing attached to separate one chair form the other and second the place of chairs are opposite to each other in the extreme sides. People, who stand in between the chairs, always stand in the direction towards people who are sitting. This makes very embarrassing for ladies who are sitting. Moreover some men make it more embarrassing intentionally so that the girl or lady sitting opposite to them leave the seat herself. I have seen this happening with foreigners as well which forced me to write this letter.
Because it is not just for the honor and dignity of women but also for the honor and dignity of the nation it is my humble request to please take care of such minute issues. Either there should be an additional ladies compartment on every metro train or the design of chairs should be modified. Additional ladies compartment will be helpful for ladies who are traveling without any male counterpart. Moreover I would like to add that reservation of seats in metro or buses are least helpful for ladies as it is creating more hatred and disrespect for women. As we all know that men have a biological tendency to feel superior to women, so some of them feel it is their insult to leave their seat for women. It becomes a cause of cold war in the minds of both the gender. Instead of using the word ‘reservation’ it is important to write “being a man it is your duty to respect women, children and old people” and “being Indians it is our duty to respect our guests”. This will develop a sense of responsibility.
When the issue will be sort out I’d be grateful to respected madam on the behalf of every woman who has gone through such an experience.
With Warm Regards,
Dolly Jamwal.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
THE TRUTH?
The day I was born
Was the day I died
Because the truth is gone
Until I die to re-born.
May be we are born
When we die,
May be we die
When born.
May be when we say
‘Everything which is born has to die’ is wrong.
May be ‘you’ and ‘I’ is just another “form”.
May be there is a place
Where time is still?
What if the places we see in dreams?
Are just the other places we live?
Like light is relevant to
Only those who can see,
Is the conscious, which can think
For us as we need.
Like snake can’t listen
And blind can’t see.
For snake sound never exist
And for blind it is an alien land
If he can see.
May be we are lacking those senses,
To answer the questions,
To understand the things,
To know the world,
The universe
And the God.
And to understand the truth
Which might have never existed.
Was the day I died
Because the truth is gone
Until I die to re-born.
May be we are born
When we die,
May be we die
When born.
May be when we say
‘Everything which is born has to die’ is wrong.
May be ‘you’ and ‘I’ is just another “form”.
May be there is a place
Where time is still?
What if the places we see in dreams?
Are just the other places we live?
Like light is relevant to
Only those who can see,
Is the conscious, which can think
For us as we need.
Like snake can’t listen
And blind can’t see.
For snake sound never exist
And for blind it is an alien land
If he can see.
May be we are lacking those senses,
To answer the questions,
To understand the things,
To know the world,
The universe
And the God.
And to understand the truth
Which might have never existed.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Living in Infinities of Death
This is how life shatters apart,
This is how you have moments in parts.
Broken images
In broken mirrors
Can only be seen
Until the last image is unseen
And then it ends
With an assumption
That it’s an illusion
Yes! Love is an illusion.
Empty heart
Beats with no life,
Celestial bodies
Of universe are alike.
Hollowness prevails
In searching eyes,
Searching the hollowness of life
This ends
In the deep and dark hollowness of death.
Now the sky will
Always be black
Without rain.
And I will be swallowed
With this last piece of unwanted mirror,
In this empty universe,
Where neither life
Nor death is known,
Only infinities grows
And grows!
And grows!
And where end is for ever UNKNOWN.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
REAL IMAGINATION
I feel so bound in these boundaries,
So trapped in these puzzles,
So lost in these infinities,
So incomplete in perfection.
This feeling of detachment,
This feeling which pains,
This feeling of loss,
This feeling with strain.
Why it seems inevitable?
Why it’s so strange?
Why it’s making me helpless?
Why can’t I come up and re-gain?
As if I am loosing something,
Loosing something forever,
Something is going forever
In the shadows of my dream.
My dreams which had always been jolly,
Had always been jolly, my imagination.
My imagination, I want it to be real
But ‘reality’ I wish had never been.
Oh my imagination
Oh my soul
Please come out
And play your role.
What is bounding you?
You know it’s there.
You know you can do it
From whom are you scared?
It is there in front of you,
Not just in imagination
But in real too
How real you can make your
Imagination
And how imaginative your truth can be
It is up to me, I know
I know it is up to me...
You have to overcome it,
You have to be real,
You can’t live in imagination
Imagination is not real.
So trapped in these puzzles,
So lost in these infinities,
So incomplete in perfection.
This feeling of detachment,
This feeling which pains,
This feeling of loss,
This feeling with strain.
Why it seems inevitable?
Why it’s so strange?
Why it’s making me helpless?
Why can’t I come up and re-gain?
As if I am loosing something,
Loosing something forever,
Something is going forever
In the shadows of my dream.
My dreams which had always been jolly,
Had always been jolly, my imagination.
My imagination, I want it to be real
But ‘reality’ I wish had never been.
Oh my imagination
Oh my soul
Please come out
And play your role.
What is bounding you?
You know it’s there.
You know you can do it
From whom are you scared?
It is there in front of you,
Not just in imagination
But in real too
How real you can make your
Imagination
And how imaginative your truth can be
It is up to me, I know
I know it is up to me...
You have to overcome it,
You have to be real,
You can’t live in imagination
Imagination is not real.
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