GENTLE WIND : A tribute

When last year I met her, she was old and frail. Her uncombed hair, loosely tied up in a bun and the distant look in her eyes made me feel distress inside. She was near to 70 and was weak. But she had the same charm in her smile and talks that I had always been observed and relished since my childhood. Even she had the same glow in her skin and the typical round-shaped eyes in her round shape face. Her old-age ailments made her weak, thin and leaned otherwise she was more alive than a young heart. I still remember she was once full of Life and un-baffled by any hardship. Her strength and grit, her calmness and undisturbed disposition had always influenced me. She was extremely meticulous and precise in her thoughts. But now time had changed. Her life had changed. She was old and alone. Her daughters were no longer staying with her. Though she expected somewhere if somehow...Often she would sit silently on the sofa with a lost look in her eyes as if she is waiting for someone to fi...

They scream and run; chase by them, they cry and plead but in vain, their swords of hatred cut them into pieces, their blood spilled over their faces and souls and they become the messiah of faith. Ah! faith, that kills, destroy and ruins, make animals of no real animality, for they killed without a cause; faith that blinds the knowledge; and binds the soul,  the soul of holy spirit, of heavenly father. Lo! they hail them; hail their brutality, rejoice the killings; cherish the blind faith, for they are timid, need blood to be alive; to sustain their insanity and ruthless cruelty,  Now they seem to be the pseudo-gods; creating slaves ravaging 'humanity' It seems so fickle and fragile, just an ideology. ©  By Akshara Saikia  

You are so beautiful in your simple ways; I see you everyday in your daily course; So happy and content you seem to be; in your small world of household chores You are so feminine in your saree and sindoor; So engrossed in nurturing and nourishing; sweeping and swabbing, cooking and washing fulfilling lives with your love and care You are a woman, a mother and a wife; an inimitable homemaker; an embodiment of power; yet so uncorrupt; wise and sweet; patience and grit are the assets of your being; O woman of family! you are the ideal; the most beautiful being of GOD. ©  By  Pranati Saikia