July 6, 2009

EVERYTHING IS RED NOW



Girl waiting for someone....

Eyes questing, the massive crowd
Voice impatient, to blast aloud
Every flower, fragrant with her soul
Right under, that thirsty pole
Years wept, without his glimpse
Time swept, in painful limps
Hearts will, reunite in a flash
Inhibiting tears, into that trash
Night ended, as he tread that ground
Gently turned , his head around

Innocent face, with enticing smiles
Stepped ahead, to end those miles

Roaring noise, tear her apart
Explosions, did blast his heart
Death urged him, to again depart

Numb amidst ,the bleeding soil
On ruins of her fate, she toil
Waiting endlessly, until time recoil

This was an impossible effort to frame up a moment of disaster which has shaken the foundations of heart of innumerable people in the past which run through newspaper as "13 serial blast in Delhi”. Every blast leaves some eyes with everlasting quest, some hearts with boundless ache & some hands with ruthless blood. Such narrations whenever told always leave eyes with mist of tears and hearts with pangs of fear.
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16 comments:

  1. Dr.KumarMonday, July 06, 2009 10:30:00 PM

    Hi Vidisha......
    Ur writes r reallly very good.....
    Especially this one.....
    Feelings well potrayed.....
    Expecting more writes from u.....

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  2. MaverickTuesday, July 07, 2009 6:59:00 AM

    nicely done! but more so da thought behind it is so important that it turns into a heart rending one! luvd it! :)

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  3. ViDiShATuesday, July 07, 2009 11:12:00 AM

    @Raj-thnks a lot..vl definitely show u mor creations..!!

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  4. ViDiShATuesday, July 07, 2009 11:13:00 AM

    thnks Maverick..!!..

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  5. ShrutiTuesday, July 07, 2009 11:24:00 AM

    I was touched and at the same time felt that this is surely beyond the theme for the contest.

    PS: Am still emotional.
    A w00w post!

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  6. FreelancerTuesday, July 07, 2009 3:55:00 PM

    i kno how it feels....am from the north-east...assam to be exact...and it bleeds periodically every month!

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  7. AnonymousTuesday, July 07, 2009 8:22:00 PM

    Bravo vidisha..its really painful to hear ppl die lik dat :(

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  8. roshwritesTuesday, July 07, 2009 9:00:00 PM

    Wow this is a lovely poem, Vidisha :)

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  9. ViDiShAWednesday, July 08, 2009 10:57:00 AM

    @FL-thnks..!!..i can understnd v can't evn thnk of peck of pains dy go thru...but can pray tht no single heart gt a slight scratch of tht thng..

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  10. ViDiShAWednesday, July 08, 2009 10:57:00 AM

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  11. ViDiShAWednesday, July 08, 2009 10:58:00 AM

    @gulshan...thnks dear..!!!

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  12. ViDiShAWednesday, July 08, 2009 11:00:00 AM

    thnks...roshwrites..:)

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  13. hWednesday, July 08, 2009 11:41:00 AM

    amazing .. nice words..very valuable

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  14. ViDiShAWednesday, July 08, 2009 4:31:00 PM

    thnhs...h..

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  15. ViDiShAWednesday, July 08, 2009 4:31:00 PM

    thnks shruti..

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  16. Arun KumarWednesday, July 08, 2009 6:37:00 PM

    Touched even my black heart...
    Loved the story coupled with the bloody incident...
    Excellent work...

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