Winter Rain...Once again

The Winter Rain feels like monsoon
The wind reminds me of spring
The wet soil gives a feeling that frogs might be around somewhere
The clouds might clear and reveal a rainbow, even in the dark of night.

You might think I have lost it!
But that is just the beginning of my recovery
And not the end of my insanity....
                                                                                                                 -Disha

The Nature of Fire - In its own words

I tried to be water
Creating my own path
Engulfing fertile lands
Forming breathtaking features on the globe
Encroaching the place where there used to be a villager's hut
Home to a million fish
Hope of a suicidal farmer and his family

But I could not
As I refused to be captured by a concrete dam
Because I cannot lose my dignity at the hands of tons of waste
And because I find my esteem diminishing if the clouds cannot bear my burden
and shower me on barren deserted lands
Where malnourished children await me with eagerness.

I tried to be air
Touching each living and non living soul
Flowing across the leaves of a still tree
Evaporating the sweat off a laborer's forehead
Or the moisture from the strands of wet clothes lined in a queue
Teaching a kite how to fly
Entangling a pretty lady's open tresses

But I could not
Because I don't want to blow dust into a passerby's eyes
Because I have never wished to be controlled by a ceiling fan or a cooler
And I have never wanted to become PA to monsoon or spring

I tried to be earth
Promoting growth of some extremely enchanting daisies and sunflowers
Promising a better harvest of wheat each year
Providing a strong foundation for buildings and structures
Becoming mother to all

But I could not
Because I cannot afford to become a junkyard
Because I cannot manifest myself into so many forms as dust, soil and sand, and still look the same
And because I cannot stand the thought of the rich confiscating me and the needy dying on my surface

So I feel I am satisfied being fire
Enflamed with shades of yellow, red, orange 
If you play with me
Beware! You might harm yourself
If you want to go to war
I shall be your weapon
If you are hungry
I shall provide you with a meal well cooked
If you are cold
I shall give you all the warmth unasked for
If you want to celebrate
I shall light your candles
If you want to die
I will be the one to lead you to God.

My nature might be fiery,
Crude, raging or passionate
But you might be misleaded if you think that I am brutal
And if you are still afraid of me
Then you are free to go my friend
But do not return with an intent to change my nature
As I might char you in the process
Just as you would do if I would try to change your nature....
                                                                                                                      - Disha

Tracing hidden lines

It's the story of every young, urban middle class Indian girl, whose ultimate dream is to make a mark and to prove her worth to everybody around her, since the day she's born. It's the journey of her life.
I hope most of the readers, especially the girls, are able to relate to it.


Where did she go?
That bubbly little school girl with two little pigtails
Carrying a bag twice her weight
Happy that she will get to eat ice cream when she returns home in the afternoon
Excited about the summer vacation and the drama classes
Memorizing her lines for the Annual Day function
Studying hard to get good marks
Fares well in +2
Worried about admission to a respectable university
She wants to make her parents proud.

Where did she go?
That young college girl in her first semester
Happy that she could get through the entrance exams!
With a jhola on one side and a drafter on the other
She likes traveling to her college everyday
Cellphone, laptop and books are her companions now
Friends have become an essential part of her life
Struggling to get her focus back on studies
Amidst the numerous fests and events
She manages to steer through her last semester with good marks
Gets a well- paid job even in the time of recession
And that makes her think she is happy.

Now that she has finally achieved everything in life
Has tasted corporate life
Has put on stake everything she has got to reach there
Has learnt to thrive in a society that wants her to get married....

She embarks on a journey, backwards-
"Something was missing....Something is missing", she feels
And that something will always be missing....
Because that Something is her own footsteps
She has been walking on her own feet all this time, that's true
But it's amazing that there are no marks left behind to remember or to be remembered by
No records of the existence of her soul
No dreams, no fulfilled wishes
So her journey cannot be traced anyhow, anymore.....