Saturday, 24 March 2018

MY DREAM



😍MY DREAM😍
                                             -Sai Varenya
It was a bright full moon day.
Standing amidst a big crowd in the party,
I felt myself alienated.
Suddenly, the lights went out.
I started walking and saw
The bright moon
Its unusual beauty
Fascinated me to a great degree.

With this single glimpse,
My face shone like a diamond.
With some unknown happiness
Which I can’t explain or
Put into words.

In a fraction of few seconds,
The dark clouds appeared
Covering the eye of the sky,
Which now began to lose its glory.
I wondered, “Where the eye of the sky has gone?”
Decided to search the hidden diamond,
I began following the passing clouds.
At some moment, I looked to the ground.
Then, I heard some vague voice.

Again, I looked into the sky.
Happy to see the hidden diamond
Gradually waving in the dark sky.
Now, the voice became much louder.
Oh! It’s a melodious song.

I’ve never heard such a
Melodious song in my life.
Its rhythm, its tune . . .
Everything is unique.
The very music is so powerful.
And, its music vanished my past sorrows.

The moon is growing large and large.
Glittering like a true diamond.
Again, I heard some big noise
Like a big thunder.
Which made me frightened.
A few seconds later,
I looked up the sky.
And was astonished to see a door.
Appearing in the midst of the moon.

Now, I heard some melodious song.
Accompanied with the music of
All the instruments of the world.
The stars appeared in the sky.
Piano and Guitar begins to play in high tune.
And stars came flying.
And formed a ladder from the door.
Of the moon to the Earth,
Where I was standing.

Then the door opened with a great blast.
I could see an Angel in White gown.
Adorned with garlands on her head and body.
Gradually descending to the Earth.
Through the steps of stars.
With a dazzling magic wand.

When the Angel circled the wand,
The whole place was metamorphosed.
Into a mysterious magical fairy land.
With golden boughs and colourful garden.
With plenty of fruits, flowers and birds.

This Angel was followed by
The seven stars which was transformed
Into the seven Angels when they
Touched the surface of the Earth.
They began dancing
To the tune of the mysterious song.
Other stars too joined them.

I was afraid.
I hid myself under a bush.
And watched all those amazing secret happenings.
I heard them conversing in some strange language.
They danced without a pause
And sang some melodies too.
The whole environment seemed to be in a jovial mood.

My face reflected that happiness and merriness
That I made a happy cry – “WOW”.
They noticed me and asked me something.
In their language, which I guess:
Who are you?”
“And how you get into our secret party?”

My tongue stucked in my mouth.
I couldn’t answer.
They invited me to join with them in the party.
I accepted that request.
And danced with them to my level best.

The Angel asked me about my wish.
I was about to answer my wish.
When suddenly, I heard a big voice.
And opened my eyes.
Got up from my bed.
Only to find out that,
Oh! It was all a dream.






Saturday, 26 November 2016

'MOTHERHOOD AND THE NUMBERS GAME' by Ama Ata Aidoo.

Since I couldn't find Aidoo's poem- 'Motherhood and the Numbers Game' when I searched for it in the Google, I thought of writing the same on my blog. You can get this below:


Motherhood and the Numbers Game

                                                - Ama Ata Aidoo.


'Now
that I am suffering so much
I know I am truly a mother,'

said
Egyeifi to the other screaming
woman

2 painfully hoarse voices
still managing to bellow like
cows in an abattoir;
4 veins swollen to
sizes larger than the
2 necks they stood on.

'meda w'ase
meda w'ase
 meda w'ase...
osiande,
ama meehu de,
saana moso
maawo!'

I always marvelled at the
non-logic
of it all,

and even managed
the educated lady's dainty grin
the day
they told me that in all the
20 years I was away,
my mother never slept a wink!

The woman who spoke
-my mother's friend-
stared straight into my eyes
bespectacled already
as it seems,
all eyes must be
20/20 visioned or not, when
folks turn 40 at the very least.

So
at 2 in the morning
I lie here in the dark
more sharp-eyed than
the cat my totem:

anxious
angry
sleepless-

blissfully anxious
happily angry and
nervously fulfilled

that

I
too
am
a mother.