Thursday, November 30, 2006


By L. Aruna Dhir
Penned on 30th November 2006
Picture courtesy - Werol

Words hurt
Words heal

Thoughts act
Thoughts aggravate

Soul soothes
Soul sears

Heart beats
Heart stops

Eyes see through
Eyes get blinded

Ears listen to even what is not said
Ears turn deaf

Forehead relaxes
Forehead creases

Lips smile
Lips purse up

Mouth creates
Mouth consumes

Hands do
Hands don’t

Shoulders shoulder responsibility
Shoulders wilt down with weight

Feet traverse
Toes face up

Emotions preach
Emotions pierce

Mind guides
Mind plays games

Conscience shows the path
Conscience loses the way

Must there be two sides to every coin
Two shades of black and white
Of what is and what will never be there!


Thursday, November 23, 2006


Youngest of the children. Pampered. Shielded and protected from the outside world. Married off early so that her new home could now take care of her. Innocent, harmless, docile with a soft heart and a kind wish and thought for everone. Never did she ever harm even a fly.

A twist in the tale. A turn of events. her new home becomes a living hell for her. The husband is cruel and uncaring. The children even more so. After years of inhuman behaviour, callous acts, beating and abuse she is thrown out of her 'own' house onto the street, even the blade of grass clung to for survival snatched away from her. Thrown into the big bad world to beg for alms or to perish with the overwhelming and unbearable onslaught.

Is life fair? What did she do or not do to deserve this. If one good turn deserves another and vice versa, what might explain her plight and what led to it. Is it how you sow, shall you reap OR the Karma or the past life. What has she paid for?

Many questions but no definitive answer. Only HE knows.

And then there is this old man who lived a more than honest life. Accused of a crime he did not commit. His image tarnished beyond repair. No explanations are enough as they are but explanations. All his money has gone into fighting court cases - a losing battle. He still has some hope as he constantly slides into a state of penury. The end is totally predictable and gloomy.

Fate strikes again.

There are many stories. Many questions. But no answer. Life goes on............


On the cupboard top. Over the refrigerator. Inside the sofa lining. In between the art deco lines of the well designed bed. Under the ornate table. Stuck in the cornice, crevice or mesh. Stuck in the handles and hinges. Caught in the intricacies of patterns. On the shelf. On the leaves and petals..................... I go about my business of looking for and cleaning away the dust and the cobwebs, from the most probable to the most unlikeliest of places.

Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I get beaten.

Wish it was as easy discovering, deciding on and cleaning the cobwebs in the head!!!