Wednesday, 31 October 2012

When it was raining while sun shined....



Rising up high, birds spread their wings
 soft sunny rays, and a light drizzle on the sprigs,
this morning is beautiful, than the rest.
Like tears and smile, adorning a child’s face;
when he gets back those marbles he lost.

Nimi is happy watching all those leaves washed with rain; those drops dripping with a golden shine, that, when her mother came with a glass of milk, she embraced her and kissed her mom’s cold cheek.  “Mamma, you always sweat and your cheeks are cold. You are always busy, when do you catch time to enjoy, like I am doing now.  See the beauty out”.  Mamma pulling her child closer, said, that she see all the beauty, in her little girl’s eyes. Nimi smiled and said, “Mamma you are like this morning, warm and showering”. Mamma said to her teenager, that she will tell her a story on why there is sunshine on some days when it is still raining.

There was a simple man with a humble life,
he loved the girl next door, as he would love life.
He loved every pebble and cloud and everything
that he believed, god has made, from his own blood.

“Did she love him, mamma?” Nimi asked with wide eyes. Mamma said that she knew ,but never gave him back his love for she was the daughter of a rich man and never believed, that they will ever unite. Nimi’s face saddened and she looked on to her mother’s face, which was like god’s message to her, where she searched for every answer she wanted. Mamma continued with her story.

He saw himself in her slightly moist eyes,
and when she passes by, he know the fragrance
that takes him to the deepest corner in his heart;
Where he feels all the ocean and the mountains,
                                                              on earth.

Their love grew like the silence before the storm
And like the fall before the rise of those ocean waves
And like the gloominess before the first rush of rain
And spread, like an unheard melody that was so silent!

“Mamma, are you going to make me sad?” Mamma said that she won’t make her sad but ardent like the wind and moist like the nature: on a rainy day like this.  She would like her girl to be sensible and alive every moment, that she will see the persistence in the ants when they raid her kitchen and feel the ache of a hungry beggar who will come to her and will see the woman in her maid; that she will always keep her feelings as honest as her mamma’s love.  Mamma continued her story.

He never cried but smiled simply,
his smiles flew like birds, up, up and up.
But they rained heavily,
 nourishing every grass;
as they were so full with love
 and couldn’t just be, vapor.

Nimi gazed on to her mamma’s eyes and saw everything through her words. It was now raining heavily, outside. The sunshine slowly drifted to its secret resting place. Water pooled on the ground and rain drops fell on them splashing it again, all over.

The village was the land of farmers,
floods were their biggest rivals.
One day it was raining heavily;
another flood was impending.
The young man on his way saw the gap;
a gap, in the barrier that saved the farm,
he was the first to see, so he was destined
to fill the gap, and he jumped into the gap
 and filled the gap, with himself, so he blocked
 the flood, from rushing into the farm.
He filled the rest of the space with mud;
every other person Who came afterwards,
filled the gap by putting more mud;
 as was the law
and when the farm land was saved,
the young man was immortalized.

“Mamma, all his love lost?!  This is so sad, what happened to the lady? Oh I can’t take this mamma; they hadn’t even shared a word with each other… total failure, nothing gained.” Mamma continued her story.

No, my child, a whole village was saved
The farm land was saved, the livelihood
of many, and who said his love was lost?

The lady heard it, and she rushed like another flood
To where her heart was buried, deep under the mud
The whole village witnessed how she hugged on to the mud,
how she cried, that, even the rain stopped and watched,
in awe.
Her love shone like ember on her face
And her heart spilled like rain to the mud,
where her beloved was buried, deep under the mud.
All that was saved in silence was pouring out;
her grief was unbearable that the sky fetched her up,
to the divine bosom, from where she looks down
with glowing love and raining grief.
Whenever hearts grief over untold love, down here,
she will shower her golden rays and soft drizzle,
Just to make those hearts more ardent.

“Mamma, this is touching, but what is it worth, when there is no gain? Yes, of course the young man is brave and saved the village, but the poor girl has lost her love and this rain shows her unfulfilled dreams.” Mamma smiled and stroked on her girl’s soft curls that adorned her forehead. She looked out and now it was sunshine again.

Nothing, my child, in the whole world
 is worth attaining! The moment you
feel your heart beating, and know the love
that is flowing, all around; that is worth eternity.
This is the moment, for which he sends us down
to bring him back pearls of love, moist,
that he scattered to the universe, in his euphoria.

Nimi gazed on to her mamma with great love and embraced her. “And when will all the pearls be collected mamma?”

As many drops as there in an ocean;
as many stars as there in the sky,
so many are the pearls of his love.
And not many return with those pearls,
                                                   to his abode.


Nimi’s eyes shined in the sunlight that spread to their room, through the open window.

16 comments:

  1. This is your best work Sreeja ... terrific ... simply mind-blowing ... in fact I have no words to express how it made me feel ... this has to be rated as one of the best blog post every written by anyone ... truly magical .... you are an astoundingly superb writer ma'am !!!

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  2. Couldn't stop myself from replying.... I am on clouds.....:-)) thank you so much...

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  3. Wow.... what a story.
    Yes, has to be one of your best pieces of writing Sreeja.
    Awww.... those life lessons never end, glad the young girl has such a good teacher in her mother. Without love in our lives... they are truly, empty.
    This left me with such a warm glow and...a smile.

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    1. Thank you so much.... I am so happy...I bought a smile to you, thats the biggest reward....

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  4. wow this is epic....really great story telling and myth making in this...it is magical and fascinating...excellent work....smiles.

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  5. Sreeja, such a touching tale you told. Beautifully and intricately written...and yes, such a love as this is a real treasure!

    "Nothing, my child, in the whole world
    is worth attaining! The moment you
    feel your heart beating, and know the love
    that is flowing, all around; that is worth eternity.
    This is the moment, for which he sends us down
    to bring him back pearls of love, moist,
    that he scattered to the universe, in his euphoria."

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    1. So happy reading this...thank you Mary...

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  6. oh wow...what a story...excellently told and so moving...

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  7. I was like Nimi sitting in rapt attention--a wonderful story with such beautiful prose. Excellent!

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  8. Sreeja, this is so incredibly beautiful...such pure spirit underlying this story/poem. Worth savoring.

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  9. This is brilliant, Sreeja. This makes me realize(with a giant strike) what all I've been missing due to my exams.
    Outstanding! Keep it up! I'll try to join you in a few days. :)

    PS: I really liked this template. Gives a nice touch! :)

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  10. Thank you for sharing this rainbow with us, Sreeja. It is so beautiful and rich in heart and emotion. I love the presence of the rain, the strength of devotion and vital water. So many magical elements, with the sky fetching the girl, the rain stopping to see, and the wholesome scattered pearls(love the part about collecting pearls).

    And I love that it is a story within a story. Such a magical piece is definitely worth submitting to a magazine. ♥

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  11. I really love the style of your writing! A fan now! :)

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  12. "Mamma said that she won’t make her sad but ardent like the wind and moist like the nature: on a rainy day like this. She would like her girl to be sensible and alive every moment, that she will see the persistence in the ants when they raid her kitchen and feel the ache of a hungry beggar who will come to her and will see the woman in her maid;"

    I completely identify with these lines. These are the sensibilities I want to bore into my daughter, compelling!

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