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Colors of Gujarat

http://jessdharordinarylife.blogspot.in/2012/09/colors-of-gujarat.html

The One

There, ahead of me,
the road divides in two.
But here inside me,
I only have one heart.
Behind me, lays a mindless
journey. And ahead,
an unknown world of which
I am mindful.
In this twilight of time,
I wish I were several,
but I, like all of us,
am just one.

Surviving death

There were moments several times

in the past, when I felt I had done all

and there was nothing more left to do.

Such moments brought thoughts of

death and sadness of being left alone.

I however never died, nor did I have to

ask for any dole to keep me alive, as

every time I was about

to breathe my last,  I waited for you

and kept waiting, till I gave up dying

and decided to live for a while longer.

This way, death kept me alive.

New post in 'Ordinary Life'

http://jessdharordinarylife.blogspot.in/2012/07/closure.html

Love in mortuary

Last night when my
Father in law died, I
as a mute spectator
watched how doctors and
nurses struggled to bring
him back to life, as his
heart gave up slowly.
Several injections, a
Heart Lung machine and
continuously pumping his
chest could not bring him
back to life, and he finally
passed away, leaving his
body in the dark cold room
at the back yard
of the hospital, tagged
as 'Patient Mumber 113'.

As he was dying, by mail,
I read a poem from a friend
who wrote about how she
appreciated her new awakening
and how she had realized
that every moment
of her living belonged
just to her own self,
and her own world.

On one hand, a dying man
gasping for his last breath,
trying to snatch a few
more moments to live,
and on the other,
an inspired lady, happily
expressing her gratitude
for every moment that
she was abandantly enjoying
in her own way.

These two events, both
depicting life as an intense
wish to live,made me think of
our love, where each one of us has
been the lone warrior,
fighting a battle of
yours, or, mine,
thus condemning all
our heart beats inside the
deep chambers of
a dark mortuary.

Standing in the corridors
of life, last evening, I told
myself that death and life
were two similar human
endeavors, equally intense,
to remain alive
just like love was.
Everything else was just
blatant lies, told by you,
and by me.

Rain filled love

You and I, once upon
a time, lived on the two
sides of a rain
flooded valley and
I often swam across to your shore.
This way, unaware
we fell in love and when
the rain stopped, the
valley dried, leaving me
in a mud filled graveyard.
Trying to swim across
now in this mud is futile,
unless rain comes again,
or you,
walk across and exhume
my remains to see
what is left.

Deadly promise

It rained that day,
when you said you loved me.
And it rained the other
day too, when you said you didn't.
Not any more.
In between, when we were in love,
we fought the drought with
wild flowers, a few sprinkles of joy
and promises of a
tomorrow, which came and
took away everything from us.

New Blog

Dear Readers,
I have been taking a load of photos for past so many years. I found no better way to start my new blog 'Ordinary life', with some of them. But my new blog, 'Ordinary Life', will not be a photo blog alone. It will have many simple stories of life, for 'living' life, rather than 'surviving' it.... Here is the first one:

http://jessdharordinarylife.blogspot.in/