An innocent wish

Being a techie my habits are becoming somewhat mechanical I guess 😦 Every morning I wake up seeing the blinking face of my PC   [really I want the word PC to be replaced by something else ;)] sitting beside  my bed.  innocent wish1

This morning was no different but today while searching for some document in my computer, I came across this picture which I clicked about an year ago.  I along with my friend Prabhat once went to the Park Street Cemetery to find some food for our cameras. While returning, I chanced upon a School Bulletin Board where I saw this craft was put up. It has innocence written all over it. It attracted me so much that I made it a part of my collection. It read…


Seeing the picture, I felt very good within. I just smiled [this can’t be expressed with any smiley I guess] and thanked the HOLY SPIRIT for my day started well wrapped in innocence and purity 🙂



kamon acho

When there wasn’t any cell phone…
Even when the telephone wasn’t there,
People in their imagination could touch anyone
Living anywhere in the world…
What if, two of us have met then?

The unfinished wife

the unfinished wife

She waits
Besides the door…
Hoping to see a
Familiar shadow
Over that bend
Of the village path.

He is still to return.
But armed men,
The Law
Pays unwanted
As often as they can.

Downcast eyes
Wait for the shadow
Wait for man,
The embrace
The peace
With him being in the house.

His shirt hangs
In the corner…
His part of the bed still untouched.

They say,
"He is there
In the woods,
Fighting against
The "law".

She understands
He is walking
In a sinned path…

She knows he will
suffer, or
Perhaps even die…

The eyes still wander
Over the bend
Of the empty
Village path…
The yearning eyes
Of the unfinished wife…

Words by: Wanderer


[ This post was written in association with  Wanderer , a blogger-friend of mine. The picture has a story of its own. I shot it on the last Mahalaya. One of my friends ridiculed  it saying,

“arre ektu moisturizer laga”
(Do apply some moisturizer on it buddy). 

But her comment really showed the other way of looking into the picture. It looked oxymoronic to me. In one hand several cracks have occurred on the figurine. On the other hand the beautiful smile is still existent on her lips. The figurine reminded me of a lady who is torn at the hands of time but still maintains the smile of hope.

Having thought that, I could relate her with a section of women in our modern society – a terrorist’s wife. Yes, she’s the one whose tale is never thought or spoken of. In  today’s society where relations are born and broken in just 12 seconds, she in spite of  knowing his husband’s doings waits for his return being shattered from within. So I thought of writing about it but my emotions and feelings were unable to find their true expressions. So I thought to hand over the subject to a friend of mine and asked her to write a beautiful and solemn tale of the lives of these women. Thus the above poetry was born at the able hands of Wanderer.]



P.S. : I don’t have any reservation about any of the existing political forums. The post was written solely on Humanitarian grounds…


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