Corona of Ice!

Fellow prisoners they were,fire and Ice

No one could ever ascertain if they were enemies or Allies

A close look deemed a doom for both

Cause each other's vicinity they couldn't bear

Fire found ice too calm and ice could not stand fire's temper anyway near

But strangely distance from one would bring other suddenly closer to demise

The splutter of their mood felt like the full moon causing a sudden high rise

For the equilibrium of temperature they created for their prison was just right

It left the ice glossy and fire with stunning mixed shades of orange and yellow light :)

R.O.A.R !

Speak of your aspirations and dreams,

Not just to the ones who are dear

Speak should you to these mighty walls and into your enemies ears

Because nothing echoes back better than they ever would

They push you beyond what you ever could.."

Now is the time to Roar!

As we speak ..

The sprinkling water was given its trajectory,

The rain was aimless yet awaited by the roots.

The green house was all set,

Yet the yearn for the light of sun caused its feuds.

For all plants needed the natural love of rain and air

However the unnatural sprinklers and green houses were left with no love to spare, 

Because their monotony had sapped affection out of their care.

What was thus left in them was tattered remains of natural surprises, 

That's why every human learns from his own set of failures .

because there is monotony even in the wisdom of the wises!

Hope Against Hope from Joana's Diary

04/09/2014 

Dear Diary,

Suddenly undraped from the cape of parental care

At the age of 18, from a world which was far from here

I had just moved into the space that was different in its own way

People said this new world had feline claws

To save myself, I must be cautious, I must be careful, at times I must pause

I thus pushed this insight in the recurring thought box of the brain

So that the habit shall keep reminding me from what I must abstain

The new world had men, who were always hinted as the biggest dark side,

Back home, my dad and my brother were the only males I could confide

However this new world had so many men

As colleagues, as professors,

Some even got an alibi to be my friends

Sometimes the stories of the dark side molesting other women would resound in my mind like chimes

And hence the recurring thought box tried to bang my brain so many times

Especially when a friend would drop me home

Or when a colleague tried to be nice to me

Also, when the first spring of infatuation for a friend had spur

But now, I somehow started trusting the dark side

May be this world was not as dimmed as my mother thought

May be the world I had, was different from what my mother had got

I wish I could tell all this to mom

But may be saying things like this is not really the norm

Today,I have decided to shut the recurring box once for all

To not make baseless perceptions by just reading inscriptions from an age old wall

Right now, the recurring box has been kept away

Only to see the world from an impartial eye,

hope it’s an ending that does not get dismissed in dismay :)