Thursday, November 24, 2005

Interpretations

Marasim :
The relationship that is felt and not forced,,,,,which originates from trifle incidents and strengthens with time,,,,
It can be as poignant as the love between a mother and her child or can be as bitter as that between two rivals ,,,,
It can be as deep as that felt by two lovers seperated by the manmade bounds or as shallow as what a miser feels for his money,,,,
It can be as pure as the faithful chants of a devotee or can be as bemired as that between a slayer and his prey,,,,,
It can be as perspicuous as a book for everyone to read or as intangible as a crypt left to be decoded for you and me,,,,,,
It is the bond that now binds you and me,,,for you know my thoughts from which you know me,,,,,,,,,,


VARTIKA :

Vartika , the lighted wick of an earthen lamp,,,,,,,the wick that burns itself to light the world around her,,,,,,

Vartika , the elucidiation of vedas ,,,,,,,,,signifying its purity and relevance,,,,,,giving us the insight to the myriad mysteries of our life,,,,,,,,

Vartika, the floral arrangement of a flower ,,,,,,,,,intending to underscore the importance of order in life,,,,,,,,,,as the beauty of flower is reflected by its flawless arrangement ; the beauty of life is portrayed in its rhythm and sync,,,,,,

Vartika , the color,,,,,,,,,,,,,pouring colors of life over the grimness and darkness surrounding this world,,,,,,,

And lastly , Vartika , the "tulika " or the brush ,,,,,,,,,adding colors of happiness and dimensions of hope to your existence

Thursday, November 17, 2005

To leave behind,,,,

In the misty morn with glistening rays,,
An answer was given to anxious prays,,,
A wee little girl with wee little smile,,,
Came down to earth to tread the mile,,,,

The world seemed beautiful with its riches galore,,,,
The mysteries to unfurl and the treasures to explore,,,,
She lived in a shell , protected and unharmed
Cocooned in a world of utopian charm,,,,,,

She grew to be loved and cared by all,,,,
Unscathed from any harm that came along,,,
For her the world was this divine home,,,,
Embraced with love , entwined with hope.

And then came the day,,all dressed in red,,,,
With misty eyes that glistened like beads,,,,
She was to leave this abode and tread,,,
The path of her life and the bend ahead .
To leave behind , the days of mirth ,,,
To leave behind , whatever was hers,,,
To leave behind the only identity she had,,,,,
To leave behind for whom she most cared,,,,,
To leave behind , the ONLY world she saw,,,,,
To leave behind , who's part she was,,,
To leave behind , the unconditional care,,,
Bestowed on her irrespective of her flare
To leave behind ,the heavenly love,,,
Which had followed her everywhere,,,,,
To leave behind the Utopian world,,,,
Who's existence she had felt,,,,,
AND to leave behind with only one plead,,,,
To build the same wherever she went.