Saturday, 28 July 2012

"because what you sow is not always what you reap"

I saw my neighbour’s veranda
with a beautiful flower blooming 
a fragrance giving joy and pleasure
a feel soft and full of leisure
the petals were red and magnificent
But then there were fences
long, wretched and horny. . . .

i tried to reach
i tried to crawl
giving my last breath on and on
it hurt as it penetrated deep
tears in eyes and bleeding skin
but, all in vain..all efforts futile..
the flower is charming and magnetic
but smiling far apart from me

Give it a thought my dear me!
What if my garden also blooms
with beautys exemplary
Let us do no more wait
Time is precious and over flowing
don’t let the grains go away

Determined I was
Prepared myself up
With seeds, water, soil and a few more things
I went to my veranda on and on
Dig the soil, sow a seed and poured water more and more
Made sure it gets sunshine
To grow, bloom and bear fruits
fruits juicy and rich
giving joy, satisfaction and bliss

That day the night I slept
Was unusual in the sense I ever had had
It was excitement, curiosity and nervousness
But my optimism showed me dreams
Of fragrance, soft and red 

I woke up the next day
To add nourishment to the pot
Talked to it..shared my griefs 
and poured expectations I ever had
It still lies somewhere underneath
I cannot see, listen or even feel
What drives is an everlasting hope
That it will grow one day and bloom
as it does on my neighbour’s roof

“come on! Wake up! You cannot do this.
 Days have passed and so months..
Bear flowers and fruits..
common..I can no more resist you.”

But all what I saw
Were weeds growing
That perpetuated the more i was plucking
Too much of sunshine
Had burned a few of buds that
Once had even ever occurred
The standing water
Became a room for algae
and a beautiful flower was no where to be seen

Days passed and so did months
And then came a time when summers had come
Finished the season for magnificent roses
The seeds are dormant
and so did me

I laid in my bed
Tossing from here and there
Drops a tear down my cheeks
When comes a voice somewhere from within
“because what you sow
Is not always what you reap”

author's note:

we all have wishes, dreams, desires and everlasting hopes in life. we always aspire and want a few things to be fulfilled. some of our wishes are very practical, that is, they always have fair chances of being fulfilled; while others only rest in our figments of imagination..all through our life. whatever be the intensity of dreams, howsoever achieved or failed a person is, each one of us at every stage of life has some wish pending. and, i believe..this is not wrong. we all are humans and it is natural and legal to wish in a democratic country.

the wish of possessing a garden of blooming flowers are metaphoric to our day-to-day wishes and demands. the narrator being inspired for the same by noticing a garden on his neighbour's roof is no coincidence. you will have to agree that most of your desires are perpetuated by noticing that of others! 

the narrator trys to fulfil it by pouring water, sunshine, manure...and even talks and discusses its griefs with it. same way, we work hard, toil and put every torment to fulfil our dreams. we even travel through sleepless nights..tossing in bed..the way narrator did. but, sometimes too much of care and concern rather deteriorates the things; just the way too much of water on standing and too much of sunshine did to his garden. . . .

but then, a candle needs darkness to light. what i mean is "unfulfilled wishes" are sometimes the essence of living on. so, i don't regret for unfulfilled things. hope my readers even don't. 
:with love~isha jain~

Monday, 2 July 2012


A hot shining sun overhead
Its heat was at its peak
Lifted my head to catch a glimpse of it
And then there were contracted pupil
As if even they were afraid from its
 high intensity and ultraviolet
my head down not to prevent the light
but in awe, stress and disgrace

the travelers took their shirts off
most of those were in light or white
dipped them in water meagre  or none
and tied them on head  round  and tight
most of them now ressembled to those dacoits or terrorists
watched in movies or read in newspapers
over and over but never witnessed

no..I don’t say I am a fashion vista
Or a tourist eager to get clicked
But looking like a ran out from some group of mafia
Was completely out of a few girlish things I did
Unwrapped the stole round my neck
And wrapped over head and face
To the maximum I can

I saw a man taking out his clothes off
And then only a red colored boxers on and all
He tored it into pieces which were then folded
To air himself in motion ought to be repeated
My eyes fell as I had the notion
Had I been the eve before eating the apple

I checked my sling bag
For a bottle of water
It had an amount far less than for a toddler
My eyes twinkled and tongue twirled
As it was a gift in a hot and dry desert

And then A gulp of water
Through my throat
Brought  a  gaze of  eyes dark and deep
 With accompalice of a silent plea
“pretty girl! My baby is hungry
a drop of water is no less than an urgency.”
The sound was soft, slow and lovely
When interrupted words from a man dark and eyes bulging
“you are young ,growing and gay
  can sustain without water days and days
  I am  a weak and old man
 who  feels his life coming to an end”
I smacked my lips
With my tongue out
trying to lick
Even a few drops around
My mouth dint utter any words
Nor did the head lifted up
Before  the eyes had grown to refuse them
An empty water bottle is all I showed them

I was seated on a camels back
When I admired a big hump he had
I wished if I too had had
Must have stored water for months long back

I moved my head round and round
To see if any plants on soil I did found
But all I saw was sand and sand
With tiny grains blue, brown and black
Those grains shifted from here to there
 As if they  too were searching for a chill nowhere

But I wont lie if I say
That a line of dots I saw again and again
A fine level of sand all across
I Kept my eye glued over all
Only to find a scorpion underneath it
It moved on that sand
With an ease
As if a show stopper on a ramp in heels
In the task of creeping
That creature left its footprints
All alone and mind not working
Silly! You are noticing so petty things

 And then a lady touched a plant of cactus
(Huh! How offensive appears to call cactus a plant I think
For it neither gives shade nor juicy fruits to eat)
When a flow of blood started rushing out through her finger
And his husband took her finger in his mouth
Unable to guess if to calm her
Or to suck that fluid on a hot and dry desert around
The journey is hard, dry and sunny
All peace and calm
But still commotion within
Time is slipping and so are resources
All mirage and nothing could be trusted
That dark man said it all right
His life was nearing an end hot and dry