Not many know that India has the largest number of blind persons in the world: ~4 million. Out of these, almost 10 percent are children. And to add to the agony, literacy rate among these blind people is less than 1 percent!
I am alone
on a brown evening
at the end of
another dusty day…
I wish to sleep
but could not sweep
myself to the tiring sway.
Here I see
a solid fume
coming out of
another rusty dawn.
Here I see
a clumsy dusk
setting over the town.
And there it comes
the memory of yours
crawling into my mind..
as I see you
in the cloudy
sky of the northern side.
You open up
a window deep
so deep and dark in heart
that never
I wish to remember
but fail to get you a thwart…
The days long back
when you promised
a love so pure and ripe
come to my eyes
your voice to me
my self begins to melt..
and where you have gone,
now, I know naught,
each phrase is so mis-spelt..
So now I leave
these lines alone
and walk away with weary feet
and my pen and paper shout
why the verse you left incomplete?
-Himadri
I feel the purple sky
black grass
I sigh..
in the dusk of lonely hours
when dust has settled
and lilly's dry.
Gobblet swanks down at far
trying to lean over
the muskin river
but the river reflects
and smashes hard
giving the sun
a sinking shiver.
The sun is all the same
since then
but a spot has made its scene
that marks the rueful cry of the lad
a tag of being obscene!
Sometimes I think
why so, it happened
when everything was so complete
or seemingly well
it was dark and deep
that the sun had failed to read..
and dumped
it got itself
in an attempt to peep.
I know naught
the meanings of my own lines
that I've scribbled afar in the sand
they weren't washed
they got indeed
undone by some hand.
Some hand
whom I knew
so well for long
and had lent even support
but then, things come
and things may go
its lovely destined sport.
-Himadri(12/03/2007)
