Still Heaven!!!

Well, just came back from an official tour. And remembered a phase of my life when I used to pondered a lot over the political and religious crisis the world faces. There are so many negatives if we look all around us. Be it the political stiffness between countries like India and Pakistan, growing economic disparities between nations, demon of terrorism lurking over us all the time and so many other things. If we ignore them we are trapped in personal and professional worries and spend our precious years on Earth just worrying about things. Its amazing how we forget to live happily and cherish the little good things around us.

When I talk about cherishing small joys I fear escapism sneaking in…According to me by enjoying small things we can be happy, if we are happy we will be hopeful…if we are hopeful we will think…if we think we can make our world a better place to live in instead of just worrying and complaining. But before I talk about changing  things by small acts I would like to talk about "Being hopeful..". I would like to tell myself everyday that the world I live in is still a great place to live. I don’t have to go to some heaven to attain happiness, the heaven is right here…

Speaking of Heaven I remember a small little peace of poem that I wrote in 2003…which was an attempt to re-instill hope in myself and everyone who goes through it...

                                                       "Still...heaven!"

Town I reside in, hasn't transited to be godforsaken,

Still to too-witta-woos of birds, I'm awaken;

Oft i find myself in smiles, unengulfed by melancholy,

Still can put forward the right foot, not a victim of my own folly.

Amidst the crowd, a teardrop still has a cost,

I can hear people cry on things lost;

Redeemed is the ugly hatred by love,

Where stars still twinkle in sky above.

In a dew filled morning, when chilled is my brow,

Poor little bird, lost her nest to snow;

But I live where this bird's hope is not gone,

She will build a new nest for a fresh dawn.

Her kisses still drive me to miracle,

When in trouble, love bestows a power to tackle;

Still can question my Lord on trembling fortune,

And find answers, He has still not become immune.

Mother's lullaby still makes her child sleep,

Child's agony and sorrow makes mother weep;

Still related to people, I'm knit in emotions,

Like the falling and rising tides in the blue oceans.

Wind can touch me and make me insane,

I can laugh on and enjoy even things inane;

Trees still greet the winds, rivers still flow,

In this wonderful world, happy I'm, where else would I go.

I can still dance in the pouring rain,

To the rythms of nature, as if, I'm born again;

Find peace, roaming in the green,

What, more than this, to me could mean.

A little while ago I thought of a bridge to heaven and go there,

But it's here on earth, not elsewhere,

So let me go mad all nights and day

Let me live, till I  go dull and feelings decay.

                                                                          -saurabh (on 07.01.2003)