The Prize

This is an image of a woman who stood strong especially during certain circumstances, which didn't really point north on the moral compass. But, she still stood there... She had made a choice. She accepted it. Hence, she could survive.

This poem is called "The Prize"

Day and night she stood by my side
She bore my sins and still gazed with pride
Well there was nothing to hide
She knew, her mind was clear
And her love was true
The path she chose was rough,
But she knew, how to sail through
And so, 
There was no need for a disguise
Or compromise
She knew what she was in,
As her eyes were set on the prize.  

Shalom

A Conversation: Part 13


Usman:

As I sit on the cliff's edge, and think
Of her, and her luscious lips of rosy pink
Her voice flows down the mountainside
And gently pushes me off the brink


Sai:

This one is called "Shalom"

Close your eyes and tell me,
What do you see?
Do you see a reflection of that person,
Who you used to adore,
Or a reflection of you,
Standing there just alone?

Stare for a while...
You'll see the image fade,
Right in front of your eyes.

Then maybe you'll know...
If it's the loss that makes your eyes tear,
Or if it's a blessing in disguise,
That has unleashed
Unknown tears of joy.
Shalom.


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Reference:

The Floating Voice: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/06/the-floating-voice.html


Here's a song that will set the mood.

Sweet Messenger

A Conversation: Part 10


Usman:

Freedom Flies with the winged kings
Feasting on whatever providence brings
Pulling with claws of tyranny
Airborne creatures' destiny's strings


Sai:

This one is called "Sweet Messenger".

Words,
They fell from my mouth,
Into a pot of ink.
Now, 
Smeared on a piece of paper,
With emotions,
That are hidden deep within.
Brought to you in this letter,
Which will for sure make you think.

Think,
Of all the days we have been together,
Think,
Of all the fun we had together,
Think,
Of the warm summer days,
Think,
Of the cold and rough winter.

Oh we have survived!
Survived,
Through all this together.

Now, it's been 50 years,
Who would have ever thought,
That at one point,
We would have to be far away...
From each other.
Separated,
From one another.
Due to circumstances,
That were caused  
Cz of the ancient war.
In which, our ancestors fought... 
With each other.

Through this letter...
Let me take you,
Back to our glorious adolescent days.
Oh, our mischievous ways.
Filled with nothing but...
Pleasant songs and joyful laughter. 

Oh, come here you,
My humble bird.
The messenger of my love.
Here's a letter,
For my beloved.
Sealed with a gentle kiss.
A symbol of my,
Care and love.

Farewell,
My sweet dove.
I hope you travel well.
Carry my message,
To my dearly beloved.
For you are the only link...
That binds us together.
Forever.
Be it heaven or hell on Earth. 


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Reference:

The Eagle: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/06/the-eagle.html

Meet My Nani (Grandma)

 Susheela Dhasal

Okay I tried my best to sketch her...it doesn't really look like her...hmm...maybe when you squint your eyes then probably you can see the similarity.... :-|