On a big long road,
with no directions about where to go.
I found you,
some unknown intuition made me move close to you.
You held my hand tight and firm.
And help me move through fairly well.
At an instant,
You dropped my hand and moved on.
And I experienced the vacuum on the path,
Which was till then embraced with lovely breeze.
How to move on further is a question unknown,
And hard to find.
But I kept saying have to move on,
Before the vacuum engulfs me.
Each step that I leap ahead makes me tremble.
The road is long and diverse,
not knowing the direction,
I move the way I believe I can keep pace with you.
And once again be secure under your strong arms.
You move so fast hard to trace up.
If I lose track of you I might get into another way.
Hard to come back and hard to find when you turn,
Please my lord, hold on.
Till I walk along.
For the road is big and long.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Simran loves the twilights at the shores of Mareena.
A sassy walk during the latter part of the day on the shores of mareena beach could be like tossing a coin, to fall with head or tail, to relax yourself watching the blue tides and enjoying the lovely breeze or to extend your hands to little Simran who goes roaming in the crowd with her companion Vijay -a monkey. Her gang of friends who goes begging to fill their little tummies. A young lady in her early 20’s with her three kids. She discloses that she was married at the age of thirteen and she lost her husband a year back. The latter and her kids do some meager works the whole day and the beach is their safe place of rest. A lovely baby boy born with the breeze in the tent cuddle along with his Vellore based tribal family. A psychic middle aged engineer as he explains, the story of his girl friend who cheated him, and his dream of building a mosque on the shores of Mareena. Hundreds of such people spend their whole lives at this well known beach shore. As we slip out of our dwellings to enjoy our weekends on the shores isn’t it customary to share a word, a touch or an eye to these meager groups of the society for whom the shores are their homes.
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