Waiting…

A tiny bird, scared of her life;
Scared of what is happening to her,
Trying to keep her tired wings
And aching heart steady..

Each spiteful word and each faithless deed
Shakes the twig on which she holds
Oh how she holds, so close to a fall
Her eyes betraying the terror in her heart

He stands below, helplessly looking
Without any right to pick her up
Oh, how he wishes his palms could cover her
If only she trusts him enough …

Each time, a storm rattles the twig

He sends a prayer to the Almighty above

If she has to go through this fall,

Please let her fall to my outstretched arms

I will be the pillar where she could perch

I could be the balm to her aching heart

And when she is ready to soar again high

I will set her free with a silent prayer…

When dreams of flight tires her again

She might realize my love for her

Then the flight back home begins

And my waiting ends….

The Fall and After

“O, Lord, not this one.

From the Tree of Life in the garden

Their fruits, unto us, You give

And our sins, do forgive

Much, much we did suffer

For an act done in an hour

Enough, Oh, Lord, pardon us now

As in days old, unto us all your love.”

“Be patient, My children

Heavenly days’ll be yours again

In repentance and prayer

For years together

As we agreed earlier

Be here

My blood, I’ll shed

To redeem ye and the mankind.

Gates of heaven, then to open

To you and every righteous man.”

In gratitude they stand and pray

Unto their cave, they find their way.

Their home on fire

Adam and Eve in fear

“Was it due to God’s anger?”

In Prayer, they seek an answer.

To make man swim in sorrow

His trust in God to become hollow

Satan again

The cause of the arson.

God remains not mute

The fire, His angels, put out.

“Satan’s reward”, says the Lord,

“For your readiness to obey his command.

To burn and kill you, his mission

Unto ye and mankind, a lesson

Fire and hell

Rewards by the fallen angel”.

By GR...

To A Real blogger...Answer to your post...

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We need tougher laws which are strictly implemented.
We need to conduct awareness classes nationwide.
We need to have swift execution of justice and for barbaric rapes which results in murder, death penalty should be made mandatory.
For other rapes a minimum of 15 years prison term should be given.
Instead of asking the victim to prove rape, let the accused prove that it did not take place.

To a large extend parents are responsible for the way their sons behave, this includes mothers. Make a son treat his sisters and mother respectfully and he will do the same for other ladies too. The Indian society should stop giving excuses and privileges to men. It is high time that people realize with power and money; they need to be aware of their responsibilities too...

I read about ladies thrashing a politician in the northern part of India for misbehaving with a girl...well done...

In another state, a group of bikers have come forward with an organization to help the ladies from eve teasers.... hats off to them...

I don't have a son, but still if my son was one of the rapists, I would have come forward to publically apologize. I really feel that the families of such barbarians need to come forward and speak publically against the shame they have brought on their sisters and mothers.  This may prevent many others from abusing or misbehaving with women.

A friend of mine having  a son on seeing my comment on facebook said, we will teach our sons properly but will you let your daughters freely. My reply is if our sons will behave properly then why should I be scared of our daughters. I believe in healthy friendship between men and woman and 95% of my good friends are men. So why not for my daughters...Let us think collectively and not as ...my son versus your daughter. Your son is my son, my daughter is your daughter so let all the parents work together for our kids...

The public should not hate the families of rapists but offer support so that they can come forward to join the protesters. I really like the way our PM's daughter came forward to contradict the derogatory words of PM's son. That is the spirit we need.

If someone in the family is going in the wrong direction, let others stand up to correct them. Time is over for Indian woman to stand aside and watch our sisters getting abused. Let us react and initiate the change.

If each parent decides that we will not allow gender based mistreatment at home, we can very well raise an ethically rich Indian generation….

Unto Me

Why desire you to own
The cross all alone ?
The pain make it mine
To me only a gain.

Never a cross 'll bring death
A pleasure ,not pain
To share your burden
Unto me , the symbol of rebirth.

A death on a cross
By the son of man
To come back again
As son of God-the Jesus

The above lines left as comment by an anonymous reader. They are so beautiful that my hammering brain got a shot of adrenaline... :). Was down with migraine past 2-3 days...

I have a gut feeling the lines are by GR.Sir, confirm or deny me....

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A lark in the sky

A harp in my heart

Soared to heights

In pursuit of  freedom

A hawk caught the lark;

A stroke crushed the harp;

The tattered hearts,

Were tossed to the woods.

The soul of that lark,

Caught hold of my torso;

Urging me to fly high,

With my wingless body…

   ( till here by me.. the rest by GR)

    A breeze from the heaven

                                        Srength and vigour unto us given

                                        The lark in the sky again

                                        From the harp , a song sweet , tune divine.

                                        The moon in smiles

                                        The stars in silence

                                        The winds and waves stand still

                                         As their ears ,with the music , full

                                         God too , in a dreamy sleep

                                         Unto the birds His love deep

                                         Path to freedom shown

                                         To be ever in sunshine " 

We need to change....

It is many months since I have written anything original. Started couple of blogs and discontinued it. Then copy pasted something from my laptop which were written long back. But the gang rape happened in New Delhi is worrying me for days and I need to write something against it...

Assaulting a women sexually is the most heinous attack according to me..It not only scars physically but mentally too. The horror of that day might even make her unable never to have a happy life, if she survives. May God save her...

India need tougher laws to combat  rape. Now the situation is any one can get away after raping or killing women. The case will drag on for years and all that time the perpetrators will be leading normal life on bail. Finally there will be punishment which stretches for couple of years or months.. After that when they come out, the society accepts them with out any qualms.

On the other hand, the victim suffers whole through her life. No one lets her forget the incident though it is no fault of  hers...

We need to change our mentality. I wish the family of those rapists come forward to denounce them. Their mothers, sisters, daughters they need to say that they do not want such men in their life.

I am against capital punishment. Every one is someone's son, daughter, wife, husband and I believe only God has the right to take away life. Wish these men are sent to prison immediately and made to work there their whole life without bail. They should be never sent outside, just let them be there, work there and send money to their family. Some of them may be the only bread winners of their family and it is not fair that the family becomes destitute because of these perverts.

Jerry’s moments…

“I have turned 25 today”. Jerry slowly started. He took her hand in his. Soft hands, even at 45 she hardly has any wrinkles. As usual her hands are perfectly maintained. I should remember to thank the nursing assistant.

He looked at her eyes. She is busy reading the book. Can she understand what she is reading? Or is she reading at all? He slowly said:

“Mom I am planning to get married. She is my colleague and she is Japanese.” He knew that she is broadminded enough to accept any nationality but scrutinized her face for any slight reaction. Nothing..his eyes became misty suddenly. I wish she shows at least some anger.  

He continued slowly ” Her name is Yoko. She  reminds me a lot of you. She is affectionate, she cooks well, paints beautifully and I have not met a kid who can resist her charms. Already she has turned out to be our little Thomas’ girlfriend” Jerry could not help laughing.

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. He was surprised. He expected to see her smile but that didn’t come. Slowly she turned back to the pages again.

I held her hand softly and continued.

“Jerome is planning to come next week with Rina and our little Thomas. We gave him Papa’s name. He is turning out to be as strong willed as Papa. Whenever he comes on vacation, he is always after Papa and his farm.

What is between Papa and you Mom? We cannot understand. Both of you never talked about it. I know that he never comes to see you but sends flowers, books and all sorts of painting accessories to you regularly. Every day he calls here to ask about you and the nursing assistant and administrator always tell us that there is nothing we need to do since Papa is paying much more than required every month. He visits the hospital, meets the staff and looks at you through the glass door but never comes inside according to the staff here. Why Mama? What happened when I was away for studies?

One vacation, you were the laughing, happy go lucky woman and when I returned after 2 years you have built a fort around you. An impenetrable fort where we do not have any place. I still do not know my decision to move you to hospital were right or wrong. But I could not bear the thought of you falling into pool again like last time, while Papa was with his dogs and hens. How I fought with Papa then. I even accused him that he wanted to marry again but now I realize I was wrong.

I would have taken you with me then but when the Doctor said you need care and attention 24 hours, I thought the best is to get you here where you will get the attention and treatment you deserve. I know it is not easy to live with a man having a strong character like Papa. Grandmother used to tell us how you used to draw and paint before marriage. She has shown us the hoards to certificates and trophies you won for competitions. Grandma always used to blame Papa for taking all those dreams from you. She told me that you never even did a sketch after marriage. I mean until I got you here.

I remember copying one of your poems from your college days and getting first for poetry writing during my final year. I really regretted then not having thought of doing that from the first year itself. Do you remember how much we laughed when I returned with trophy?

I smiled to myself. Did she smile too? I saw her lips moving. Or was that my delusion?

Mama.. once I get married I want to take you home. Yoko will come to visit you next week. We have already discussed this before. She is leaving her job because she feels taking care of family is more important. She can do some consultancy from home. I am earning more than enough to live comfortably and Yoko is a very simple girl.

I want to return at least a little of the love and care you bestowed on me. I still  remember how you used to cuddle me when I knock at your bedroom in the middle of night seeing scary dreams. The warmth of your soft chest. Do you remember until I was in grade 4, I wanted to put my hand on ur chest to sleep. Each year I used to tell you that I will stop next year. Finally when I reached grade 4 you told me lovingly that it is time to change the habit. We started by keeping my hand on your belly and slowly you changed that to hugging your waist and finally I started sleeping in Jerome’s room…..

“Sorry Sir, I think you are disturbing Ms. Thomas”. I saw the nursing asst. looking at me with concern. I looked at Mama.. I was lost in my world and didn’t see that she has closed the book and is lying on the pillow with eyes closed.

I wiped of my tears with embarrassment. What is it makes me so emotional whenever I visit her.

Sorry sister. I am leaving. Slowly I left her hand carefully on the bed, straightened her legs and covered her with blanket. With one more look around the room and the beautiful paintings she has done, I walked out of the room leaving the sister there.

I wanted to take one painting with me. Once when I asked them permission to take one, the staff said that it will make her violent. One of the temporary assistants tried to remove one painting once and Mom screamed and got herself sick until, the assistant returned it. The doctor did it again to test her and the result was same. Even her Doctor is at a loss to explain what problem is. Is it Alzheimer’s disease ?  If so how is she so good at keeping tab of her paintings and books? That is the only thing she cares now.

Lost in thoughts I didn’t see Leo emerging from the lift.

“Hi Jerry? When did you come back? “

“Oh Leo, nice to see you. I came today. The first stop is Mom and going to see Papa now. She is sleeping Leo. Your timing is little off”.

“Itz okay with me son. I will sit with her for sometime before I go for the next meeting.”

“We need to meet soon Leo. There is a lot of catching up to do. And of course I have news for you too..”

“Leo laughed. Sure man. Will call you tonight.”

We  hugged each other and I stepped into the waiting lift. Here goes one of Mama’s friends whose undying devotion is a mystery to me like Papa’s behavior. Leo had been there for me many a times. Every time I had an argument with Papa I turned to Leo for help. As he is good with his business he is good in problem solving too. When I went to Japan as part of my job, it is Leo’s business connections which helped me to make a base there. Many a times I have wondered is there anything more to Mama’s and Leo’s friendship.

The lift has reached Ground floor and I walked towards the waiting taxi.