No More in the Night Shine

I no more gaze into the glitter of the darkness..

I no more silence myself in the cosmetic laughs..

Yes I still relish few musical notes

with my intoxication..

But I no more ache myself into a drunken farce..

I be with people who are my own..

I no more smile at faces unknown..

I no more cloak my true self..

For ticking my social presence..

I have shredded that skin..

That skin we wear before we step out of our homes..

To mingle in the glitter and glamour..

To be accepted,

acknowledged

and ‘adored’..

And satiate ourselves

with temporary happiness..

I am happy..

I no more have to do that..

My space looks akin to solitude ..

But we are never alone!!

What about your soul ?

Which accompanies you..

In sadness and galore..

Tonight I sit peacefully

with a soul bonded to mine..

His calm presence comforts

more than wine..

Many a ‘-demics’

will come and go

Nothing can kill the joy..

Cherish it till you breathe..

Because you are the hero,

in this ploy!!

– Nithi CJ

On Days like this ….

I wander

gently,

digging the soil

of my soul

only to nurture ,

to care it more,

to let my true self

fearlessly

come to the fore.

I water it

with consciousness

thoughts and rationale

that strengthen,

my experiences

into impactful beliefs,

not letting them sore .

as wanders

through my gaze

a stroke

of imagination

I finally sit down

peacefully

tipping the pen

on the paper

And slowly

my thoughts

feel safer….

Ode to the Black Cat Soldier

I was born with a normal human skin,

Unaware of the mettle inside.

I jumped and hopped through the woods in my country,

Unknown where does my future reside.

When books replaced my colourful marbles,

It was little disheartening,

“Can’t I just keep playing with my toys”, was a thought always recurring.

And lo behold ! One day who knew I will get that call,

Which every youth in this nation pleads,

To be the most unique of all.

The Olive green with beautiful stars

Was more than a costly dress donned,

It was my second skin,

And the Army my second home.

But still I felt my fate doesn’t end here,

There is so much to conquer,

so many unseen fears.

The craze to be unique still had not died,

The black combats is what now I started to eye.

Sleepless nights with endless training,

The bruises had grown so deep ,

That it had stopped paining.

Weapons of insurmountable power,

Were now my new toys,

This land my bed, and my workplace in the Sky.

So beware oh Enemy!!

I am no easy animal you could hunt,

I am a predator who will tear you down,

Till from my land you’re nicely shunt!

Until then I watch you like an eagle,

With a thirsty weapon and a mettle hat,

I m the deadliest protector of this pious land,

I am the Black Cat!!!

A Soldier Prays

Greetings to all on Army Day. Sharing this small prayer which every soldier carries in his or her heart. Please spare a minute to this. Jai Hind

May you Flutter with pride,

My Soul prays everyday.

My longing to clad in you,

my mortal remains,

Be a wish that doesn’t go in vain.

For you’re my Mother

and I your protector,

Our bond cannot be a uncertain end.

Let my soul win this fate

oh dear Mother Land !

With this thought

I live each Day….”

~Nithi CJ

A Soldiers Oath

Scoot from the left,

scoot from the right.

Crawl up to the enemy,

and destroy him with all my might.

Don’t mourn my beloved citizens,

Nor possess any uncertain tremor,

I am here to safeguard our land,

Your Knight in the Shining Armour!

I watch over the Mighty Himalayas,

And dive deep in the blue sea.

Not a morsel of this land can be snatched,

the enemy must submit

or flee…

The sandstorms cannot blind me,

nor can I be washed away by a Tsunami.

I will be the wall for you,

No matter what is the calamity.

I exist for the nation’s interest,

I cannot be weakened.

Rumours and Vices can try their best,

But my duty is my religion.

My people know my mettle.

And thus, happily I leave my nest.

Challenges are now routine,

And soon I would have to give my best.

A word of caution dear citizens.

Ignorance towards your responsibilities,

is an enemy bigger than the West.

Let knowledge win over ignorance

and harmony over distrust.

This land is sacred due to sacrifices

of Saints, Poets , Soldiers , Teachers and Farmers,

Let that not go in dust.

For to a Soldier’s soul,

that adds only agony and disgust.

Take care of my mother land,

not my family,

as through these games of war,

it has learned to survive itself.

Fulfil my this dream ,

and cloak me in the Tricolour.

Let my soul become immortal,

and be your knight in the shining Armour!!

Will to Write

Morning starts

with a crackling buzz,

Searching for the snooze,

I lazily rush.

“I am late again !!!”

says my usual gut.

Gobbling the breakfast on the table,

I look for my pen ,

stuffing my wallet with some roubles.

The ink is

a nice dark hue ,

A unique royal blue.

I struggle

with all my might,

To keep the flame alive,

Of the will to write.

The office…

a place a numerous activities ,

But still to me

a shade monotone.

Filled with people… yes

but inspiring ? None!

I wait watching the clock tick

till my work is done.

the Ante Meridian soon turns to Night,

nudging me harder

to write.

the sky turns ombré ,

and my eyes brighter.

the nib kisses the paper

with all its might,

Every single day

to keep up the flame,

The will to write…

The Windmill

Stood amidst

the shallow green tree line

a strong trunk

and it’s blades swirling

so fine.

Winds blew across them ,

big gushes

and quite breezes ,

a few.

Gazed at this sight

now and then,

both known souls

and strangers

whom no one knew.

Months passed by

ages too flew,

It stood still silently

swirling its blades,

In air both saline

and sometimes misty dew.

Life too blows these winds

of all kinds,

Few from the past

and few unknown new,

Here ! Stand still!

this wind too

will get through You…

The little Old Console

Delicate chunk of willow,
it stood quietly ,

in the passage.

Intricate carvings

varnished with definition,
It subtly adapted to the family

without any inhibition.

It carried beautifully,
Yellow Flowers

in blue Chinese pots.
Mother warning the children

‘treat it as a touch-me-not!’

In its journey

from a log

to a sculpted beauty,
It witnessed both life

and immortality.

It was there, there always,
in the echoing chuckles

and noisy fights.
in silent perseverance,
and epitomised delight.

Not for once, not at all,
It never creaked

or crackled.
It just aged,

aged with grace,
either to be treasured,
or sent into shambles.

To its unexpected surprise,

on a crispy summer morning,
it had to change homes,
Not of new strangers,
but of faces old known.

Three decades now,

now it had faith,
‘Neither will I be trashed

nor insensitively sold.
I will remain,

an eternal memory ,

their precious console.’

– Nithi CJ

The Corner

She was born in a land quite far,

Where couldn’t reach even the guiding North Star.

A sleepy Indian village amidst the Blue Hills.

Where people were rich but in old customs,

And accompanied many superstitions.

Where rules for girls were firmer,

And every adolescent girl was to be kept in The Corner!!

But she wandered like a bee ,

amongst a bed of flowers,

And lay there with dreamy eyes,

Like an anchored boat in the Sea.

And soon she ran tinkling her anklets,

Swaying her long black tresses,

And wearing all her colours ,

Whites, purples and pinks dyed as beautiful dresses.

Her chuckles were all around echoing,

That she is a free finch with beautiful dreams as wings.

But she had an unknown fear,

That soon she will be kept in the corner,

And that dreaded day alas came near.

She was scared to see herself bleed,

Wrapped in old cotton she was in the corner.

Twisting in pain yet her face was calmer,

Pondering was her mind,

Why wasn’t she running in the fields instead?

Came her life’s first friend,

“Mother!!” , she yelled.

Her ray of hope,

and answers to her queries unanswered.

“Yes, my Child!” And came a tight hug,

She eased her worries, as tightly she snugged.

And there on she said,

“You are my precious pea pod,

The sacred gift of God.

No power under this big blue sky,

Can scare you and not letting you fly.”

“You bleed not to be given pain ,

but to be made strong,

To prepare you for Motherhood,

When you mature into a Woman,

And trot the world around.”

“I know these customs may bind you today,

But sooner not later

No more will you remain in this Corner.

You will again Sway,

My little Girl!!

Soon you will be the Ship after a Successful Voyage,

Anchored triumphantly at the Bay…..”

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