The Bee Effect

                                                 




Just like a bee that flies and sits in the womb of a flower to extract honey, my mind too settles in the womb of my memories and extracts happiness that transmutes into a smile. With it there is a whisper of a word “beautiful”. This word “beautiful” comes to my mind because in the tragedy of my life I have come forth as a new person who is proud of herself for taking the courage to deal with her life alone. I remember myself to be a girl who used to be scared with almost everything.  Then suddenly finding my life’s support in others and now abandoned with everyone I found the real “me”. and this meeting with “me” has been really satisfying. And with the experiences gained I have come to know that I am the most beautiful human being who is a good friend, great lover and an amazing daughter. And all of this is achieved by me with no outside support. So looking back at the wars that I waged with the world I feel like winner. I have nothing but this nothingness has given me chance to know me. There will be downfalls and tears as they are the part of life but the most empowering thing is that I am going to be the Captain of the ship of my life. The storms will come and it will try to wreck the ship of my life but I will save it. I will put the anchor of undying faith in the seas of sorrows and steer my ship to safety.  

The Change

Yesterday sachin made his hundredth hundred and I did a message that no other shweta in this planet had ever done. A girl who always goes against the tide and who lives in extremes, surrendered finally before the powerful force called “the change”. She accepted her defeat and let the God triumph over her downfall. The heavens are celebrating and toasting after breaking the backbone of her hopes. Oh, I am drifting apart from the main thing- “that message”. Let us say that “that message” was a final adieu to her past life. A life which was the source of her living. A life which was in real unreal. She finally understood that she was trying to hold in her fist something which was long gone and is adding miseries to the one she love the most.

                            

                     But after what happened yesterday, is she going to stop dreaming? Is she going to stop hoping? No, never, even if it is going to cost her entire existence. She is going hope that one day the clouds of sadness will go away and the sun of happiness will shine over her. She is going to hope that the birds of dreams will chirp again on the branches of her imaginations and that her wishful acceptance of life will glide away the shadow of gloom that now looms large on her face.  

GOD

With crown on the head,

And frown on the face.

His robe of clouds glitters.

And Between his bushy brows,

Rest the mighty sun.

The beautiful angels,

Dances around him,

While he rest his legs,

On the nine planets.

But when he is bored,

He looks down, on the earth.

And hear the prayers of humans.

His Fingers dig in the planets,

And screws up with their destinies.

“ah!” He yells in the triumph,

After he ruins the innocent lives.

“This is fun,” says he

As he watches the pinning humanity

Laughing at their miseries,

He leaves to go to bed.

“Ah! Humans, why they crib so much?”

Why don’t they understand?

That they are my creation,

That they exists for –

My amusement alone.”

the dream

The stars grew brighter,

As The night grew darker.

Sleep stricken eyes.

Stared beyond the miles.

Everything was quite.

Leaving her mind,

Which was in turmoil.

Tearing away the darkness,

Came the one she wanted.

Her fears and doubts shattered.

The moment he entered.

Watching her in tears,

He wanted the world to tear.

Before she could near,

He held her so tight.

With all of his might,

Through the whole night.

The trance was broken

As she was woken.

In a vacant room.

With no one in the home

She fell in the bed.

Refusing to see the rest.

But instead of the cushion,

She fell in his arms

And saw her dream,

Enclosing her in his arms.