Kamakhya

She danced and she turned,
She twisted and she burned,
She breathed and she swam,
Towards her inner voices...
To feel alive!

She visited her conscience,
And promised herself,
That, today she shall rise,
From the depths of murky waters,
To fight her blood thirsty demons,
And slaughter them...
One at a time.

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.

For Once...

A Conversation: Part 12


Usman:

Five times today I bowed my head
Speaking the words Muhammad once said
I felt cleansed, elevated, approaching salvation
And then Nietzsche told me God is dead


Sai:

This one is called "For Once..."

For once,
Let's forget the definition of god.
Let's imagine that he didn't exist at all.

Now think...
How would the world have evolved?
How would the species have been created?
And, how would they have sprawled?

Is it difficult to imagine?
A world without its creator,
Man without its curator,
A long and lonely road without its navigator,
One without its ethical and moral indicator.

Why is it necessary to have that faith?
To believe only in one thing and doubt the other...
Is it possible that this is just an illusion?
A story that was woven,
On the basis of facts that were proven,
By ancient scholars,
Through the means of thorough observation.

Maybe their main intention was to gain order over chaos,
To teach us how to attain peace,
And how to get over loss.
To paint a mystical picture,
And create a method,
That would discipline the people,
And unite them,
To thank and be faithful,
To their "Creator - The sole initiator"...

They say that nothing can exist without a creator...
But what if, the creator is its own creator.
Which is nothing but,
A collision of matter with antimatter,
Which lead to the birth of evolution,
Through its splatter.

Now, 
The explanation of this won't matter.
For some of us have chosen faith,
While some of us have faith in scientific methods.


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Reference:

Revelation: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/06/revelation.html

Daughters

A Conversation: Part 11


Usman:

Red rivers rage in their monthly run
Excruciation tolerated for the birth of her son
If you have me so, God,
Kill me, don't make me a woman


Sai:

This one is called "Daughters".

She was born into this world,
Like any other creature.
She didn't know what's her gender, 
She didn't know what's her role,
She didn't have a preconceived notion,
Nor did she have a goal.

All she knew what life was.
The day she breathed her first breath.
From that day onwards,
She lived to witness multiple deaths.
Deaths, not only of her close ones,
But of her dreams,
Ambitions,
And her passionate soul.

Deaths caused by the conservative,
Gender biased,
Hypocritical society.
Who just saw her,
Judged her only by the cover,
And failed to perceive her as a whole.

They just saw her physical stature,
Her religious background,
And her parents investment in gold.

But, in this quest,
A socially charged,
Validating process...
They forgot to understand,
And peer deep into her bold character,
Which was bound by love and trust,
Based on the grounds of strong morals,
That built her very own principles,
Her terms and conditions.
Which indeed, guided her soul.

This may seem like a struggle,
But not for her...
This is her life,
And is this how we want,
The future of our daughters to behold?


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Reference:

Woman: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/06/woman.html

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

Freedom

A Conversation: Part 9


Usman:

A ship crashes into the clouds above
Below them wings for freedom a dove
I would fly with thee, Winged One
But I am trapped here by my mother's love


Sai:

This one is called "Freedom".


Once when I was a little boy
I wished that I could fly
Fly so high like an eagle,
Soaring through the mighty sky.

How majestic that creature was,
How powerful was his glide.
He flew as if he owned the world,
As if he couldn't be confined.

Hence, he had that pride.
Which screamed,
Freedom is mine!

Ah those eyes,
Those magnificent,
Sharp eyes,
Hooked on a prey,
Waiting for the right time,
To take him by surprise.

Much respect,
I have for you.
Cz you showed me what freedom is,
And how it can be mine too.


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Reference:
I Would Fly With Thee: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/05/i-would-fly-with-thee.html?m=1