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Saturday, 29 April 2017

One day..



I sat in front of my desk, staring at the pile of books
As the metal grill which guarded the hall,
Cast tall shadows around me, symbolic ghastly looks
I sighed in the pale light, god how I will finish it all

Wiping away a drop of sweat, I turned my face
The most heavenly wind, the table fan calmed me down
Shifting it to the most suitable place
I picked my pen with a determined frown

Writing furiously I sped my way,
Only pausing to shut my eyes and think
Four home works I thus tossed away
Starving my pen for more ink

I leaned a little and peeped into the living room,
My mother was not to be seen
She was too busy, I wisely did assume
I stretched my legs, leaning back like a queen

I doodled aimlessly and smiled
Making a cartoon of a girl, and dangling diamonds in her neck
I felt stupidly happy like a child
But turned intermittently to check
 
For the fan was powered by an inverter
Meant for homework and not my cartoon
And no matter what I would prefer                                                        
This evening stayed as hot as the noon

I turned to the fan, swirling so fast
Leaning in closer, I brushed away my hair
Hoping the moment could longer last
I enjoyed the breezy air

But my joy was short, i was struck with despair
I had even accustomed to the jangle for its sake
Oh no, all this is so unfair
Would the electricity be back or night I'll be awake

I leaned back again, this time inspired
I dreamt of work in air conditioned rooms,
Well lit where my eyes no more vexed and tired
And of diamonds and rich perfumes

 What i never thought although, that one day it may be true
And what more that I would be so used to the chill
That initially made my nails a ghostly shade of blue.
Tempting so much was the luxury, that it begun to smother my will

So even today when i find nothing to impel
I picture the little boy my father did once show
Sleeping soundly roadside, an angel in hell
What tomorrow would bring, little did he know

So even today when sleep and boredom envelop me
I switch off the AC, wondering how I ever studied in that fan's roar
I remind myself of what I have to be
Sometimes unease is bliss,
Sometimes we fall before we soar....
   


-Niharika Prasad

Monday, 4 April 2016

Why Let The Winners Have All The Fun?

Fifty pages of cursive writing for all to fill,
but most medico prescriptions are illegible still.
Like parrots singing rhymes all the same way
stuck with homework, and no time to play.



Right from the ill fated tenth year of life,
swings in a big schoolbag, like a butcher's knife
I must work hard,regardless of night or day
as my neighbor Sharmaji's daughter scores better they say.


I remember how neatly three columns i drew
past, present, future all tenses i knew,
The language rattles only in temples today
and I don't understand a word they say.


A system that is as ancient as the language i rote,
of fantasies, from the path of truth remote,
Two hundred words essay on the Gandhian dream
all flushed away..all now is clean.


I must not bend too low,for what will they say,
slightly low and hastily up, all the way,
pretending to casually smoothen my hair
not noticing my grandpa's despair.




There are many traditions, which are so uncool,
they never taught the meaning of national anthem in school.
all they taught me, that at the first beat,
the full song in a flow,i must repeat.


And hence today, i puff my chest with pride,
standing straight, hands by my side.
While i use only an imported device,
only when back stabbed today,do i pay the price.



As i was told to color within the lines,
on the already made designs,
So the only drawing that i did paint,
was a river and sky too blue, with two crows a little faint.


So when today i proudly beam,
my degree in my hand, true a dream.
It seems abroad better opportunities lie,
less scope for research,far away i must fly.

So while my parents silently age,
i must mint money, earn a handsome wage.
My education system has made me such, 
create i can't, but copy i can too much.


So i learn all their fancy ways,
Image result for foreigners doing namastewhile my tradition slowly decays.
But when i return to my country for a holiday,
What the hell! tourists greet me with a namaste !!!



When parts of my country, struggle today,
some are so dirty, a survey does say,
I shrug my shoulders,in the list my city is high,
after all I was taught only "Myself, Me and I".

There are only good old beliefs that i must obey,
Out of all rituals, few have been chosen to stay.

In a small town, in an ancient temple today
sits a goddess,on a white cloth her idol lay.
every month the cloth turns red,
wondrous she bleeds, all bow their head.

In the same country, and even today,
On certain days in a temple ,i must not pray
For even the gods might whisper far away,
They may forget they only created me this way.

As the stress builds up way too high,
no time to lie, to watch the starry sky.
I had a talent but I threw it away,
only because it dint fetch a good pay.

When everyday u go to work, daily on the side,
dogs bark loud, running side by side.
U don't pay attention, you don't ask them why
then why dint you today,the same apply?













I have lost my face, i never had a spine,

so whenever things are not fine,
I fall victim to peer pressure fast,
to pleasures which would not always last.


Its easy to just plug off the light,
leaving others behind to deal with the sorrowful night.
one would realize only when its too late
the drowning man clutches at weeds, but known is his fate.


For the life that you so casually throw,
there are so many the price who know
ask the children on dusty roads, at the traffic lights
trying to sell something, through day and nights.


Our country is free, and yet in chains
for what had our leaders taken so many pains?

It is time for a change, in our mind, in our ways
every little talent deserves a praise.

So unpredictable is the game of life
At least pick up and roll the dice

And if i have to run a race,

let others not slow down my pace
 A pair of blinders surround my eyes
my limit be way beyond the skies.

Where there is one,

there has to be a two and a three
So today i celebrate just being me.

Forget the trophy...just enjoy the run 
Why let the winners have all the fun? ;)

                                                                         

                                                                                                                                  - Niharika Prasad

Monday, 25 January 2016

Captivated


You may sometimes despair, burdened by the day
But what is the anguish; share with me some of your pain
Do not for once worry; I am not far away,
So little so magical, my wonders few can explain.

As I dissolve into your blood, swiftly as I gush
Assured be you of new heights,
Tardily but surely, will you embrace the adrenaline rush
Unlimited of manifold delights.

I can envenom your very breath, or crawl stealthily beneath the skin,
My addictive charms can enthrall, painting new sights,
I unveil my powers, an arbitrary blackness gallops in,
A plunge into a dark night, exploded by a multitude of lights.

You may not believe how strong, I can make you feel,
After I discover your weak self, hidden by a veil of skin.
Sorrows, frustrations and uncertainty, all I quickly heal,
I beam with pride, as i unwind my final charming spin.


Captivated, you eventually succumb to my charms,
I run unrestricted, empowering your mind
You almost look possessed, frantically looking for me with trembling arms,
You try to find more of me, but lust has made you blind.
 

For you are now addicted to me,
My misty self, gushing uncontrolled through your veins,
Plunging you into a strange, imaginary sea
For there have to be risks, where lie the gains.


Your pains gradually resurface again,
Which were until now just blurred, none taken away
Look at the mirror, of what does remain?
You had been tempted by the short sweet way.


I had just promised to take you with me,
To my enchanting world far away.

But this is the reality, you have to face, don't you still see?
Alas! I just curtly smile, searching for my next prey......



-Niharika Prasad



Sunday, 5 July 2015

I sway away...



I sway away with a haste, my eyes narrow in a frown
amidst a multitude of colorful lights, i see only a fuzzy gray,
spinning around on my toes, the colors simply dissolve
but your memory stubbornly lurks around , as if to stay

I raise my hands over my head, hastily brushing away a tear
the tear your memory painfully draws,from my eyes tightly shut in despair

I gracefully jerk away my face,determined not to spoil the move,
i have to dance till the end ,i am the winner,i have to prove

The music soars higher still, but what is really so queer,
is the deafening silence. The persistent gripping fear..

Afraid to face the truth, which nastily whispers in my ear,
drowning the pleasant music, it draws near and near

I turn around and swirl away, i hurl myself to the mirror in front of me,
i face my eyes bloody red and smeared,
with a pool of tears that you would never see

As the beats pick up in pace, soaring to the highest pitch,
I throw myself up, away from the ground,fighting against your clutch,
your memories, mocking me like a wicked old witch.
I break into a hysteric sob, its just that i love you too much.



                                                

   - Niharika Prasad







Monday, 13 April 2015

आज एक गुज़ारिश है..

घनी  पलकों के परदे में छुपी , मन के किसी कोने में ,
आज बंद लफ़्ज़ों  के पीछे ,एक अनकही गुज़ारिश है। 

उस बेपरवाह पतंग की तरह , जिसकी डोर किसी ने न थामी हो ,
आज खुले आसमां में , लहलहाने की फ़रमाइश है। 

एक रुई के फाहे की तरह , बेटोक जो आसानी से हर जगह उड़ चलता है ,
आज उसी सरलता से ,एक अज्ञात लम्बी उड़ान भरने की ख्वाइश है।

टूटते तारे की तरह , सबको अचंभित करते हुए ,
आज स्थिर जगमगाते आकाश को , चीर देने की साजिश है।

छोटी छोटी ठंडी  बूंदों की तरह ,जो गर्मी की उमस से मुक्त  करती  हों  ,
आज मेरे थके मन में भी , ताज़ा ख्वाबों की बरसी एक बारिश है। 

उस बंद पिंजरे में कैद , फड़फड़ाते उस परिंदे की तरह ,
बरसों से जो उड़ने की आस में हो , आज मेरे मन ने मुझसे जैसे की एक सिफारिश है।


 घनी पलकों के परदे में छुपी , मन के किसी कोने में ,
आज बंद लफ़्ज़ों  के पीछे ,एक अनकही गुज़ारिश है।












           


                                                                                                              -  निहारिका प्रसाद







Saturday, 27 December 2014

Dawn and Dusk



The sun bleeds into the dusky sky

soaking the cottony clouds afloat,

descending down from its fiery abode,once towering high.

The night now lurks,silently beneath its dark cloak.



My eyes do see but watch no more,

as  slowly fades into oblivion,the star of dawn

The ocean gasped upon the shore,

but all in vain,the sun is gone.



I had out walked the furthest city light,

lest sorrow lend me words and words express

My heart shudders as the insensate night,

robs the earth of day's soothing warmness.



Tearing the curtain of dark expanse,

fleeting lights of ships give a momentary hope,

As if offering the last chance,

but soon they vanish,leaving my heart to grope.



More chilling is the darkness that envelopes my heart,

as the bitter realization impounds it again.

It is too soon,but we have to part,

for reasons unclear,which you dint bother to explain.



Losing your love,its sole contentment,

my heart now crouches,wounded with pain.

Engulfed with strange resentment,

as it travels down a familiar memory lane.



Grief,anger,despise and regret,all in one,

Wreck my heart,with their persistent scourge.

But in the beautiful confusion of rain and sun,

sometimes an enchanting band of colours does emerge.



And so my heart frees itself from a tiring turmoil,

forgiving you,but not forgetting the days gone by.

It is not worth,this mental toil,

life is too short,to sulk and sigh.



I continue my walk,beside the ocean,

waiting for the dismal night to die.

The wheels of time,in a constant motion,

I watch in peace,as dawn paints the sky.













-Niharika Prasad