Changing colors of the sky, Falling wings which once used to fly, Asked her eyes to shut for a while But they flowed and flowed like the Nile.
When the sky became dim And the stars begun to glim, She waited for the droplets of dread To dry over her cheeks without getting spread.
But then she met a night When those droplets of dread begun to fight With her eyes, refusing to fall, And her ears could hear the whispering wall. It mocked at her misfortune, Calling her by different names, by changing the tune.
But a day came when she gave up the battle, Nothing could be heard but a rattle, Which pierced her soul within And didn’t let those droplets win.
Now she sits away from the sky and wings, Never waits for what the new color brings. But she still can’t shut her eyes, And has turned herself into a never melting ice.
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6’O clock I and me, crossing the Ganges on a freight train, see the horizon enveloped in life. Indian women with their own elegance borrow water from the goddess. Men, after the holy dip, join their hands before the sun.
Heart of India Lies in this stream, which spread and Sanctify their souls.
I can see life and death at the same time. Bodies which no longer breathe, are being drown in it. Also, the bodies which breathe are drawing water to drink. But it’s difficult to find which body is alive and which one’s dead.
Plastics, garbage, dance on surface, to enter bodies, Whether breathe or not.
And now the river’s crossed. I look inside. The bodies beside mine have closed their eyes. Some are open, but are of no use. Their mouths are whispering to each other in their own fashion. Some talk of politics, some about the mythology. Oh! They also know the stories about the purity of Ganges. But…
None of these stories Can sanctify the drops which Purify these mouths.
Now I need to be ready, for my stoppage is arriving. I dare not call it my destination as it’s already decided. The sacred Ganges that I crossed is the ultimate end of this body. Like all of them, I also have to die before death. [“I’m a critic of left wing ideology.” “You’re right. They don’t respect the indian culture.” “By the way who will win the election this time. What do you think?”] And here comes my stoppage. Let’s meet new bodies, new eyes and new mouths.
About the Ganges at Six
The Ganges is considered as the most sacred river of India. The natives purify themselves by the holy dips. But the catastrophe that the river is facing is being ignored. That’s what I chose as the theme of my poem.
This prose enveloped haibun has been written in response to Colleen’s Poetry Challange. Thanks to her for giving such beautiful words every week. This time the words were Grace and style and my synonyms are Elegance and fashion. Hope you enjoyed it.
Ved came back to his house. He was lost somewhere. “When you can’t find a solution, try solving other problems. You may find the solution to it on your own, at the end.”- Read a message from Lavanya on his phone. Ved wanted but failed to gather the courage to reply her back. But this message reminded him of their past. It was a time when Lavanya used to be a girl who knew nothing but to “live”. She never disclosed her other side to anyone. But Ved was the one, with whom she revealed her hidden side, but still not everything. One day, Ved called and asked her to meet- “Where?” “The Coffee House.”
Next day, Lavanya came before the time and was waiting for him. After about half an hour, Ved came. She smiled and didn’t say anything. “Sir, ma’am, your order?” “Two cups of Mocha”- Replied Lavanya to the waiter. Ved begun to speak. “Lavanya, are we good friends?” “Yes.” “Then would you mind if I say something wrong to you?” “Why, are you going to abuse me?”- Lavanya asked with a laughter. “No, not at all.” “Then tell me whatever you have to say.” Ved gathered a lot of courage and proposed her. He seemed to be scared and his eyes were closed. Suddenly a voice came- “Your order sir, two cups of mocha.” Ved slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
Then he looked at Lavanya, she was smiling but didn’t say anything. Suddenly, the phone rings and Ved comes out of his past. “You met her even after my warning, now you see how I will punish you both.” -said Abhay on the call. “No, please don’t hurt her anymore. You can punish me but forgive her.”- Ved requested. But Abhay disconnected the call. Ved wanted to kill Abhay and make Lavanya free of his grip. He wanted to call her and ask whether she is fine. But he didn’t want add to her troubles.
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I saw a dream of a floating corpse, Sleeping in peace, with no warps. I wonder what it would be dreaming, No commands, no regrets, but eyes still not gleaming.
Will it ever get tired of this night, And wish for a morning beam to enter its sight? Or is it better to lie in dark, Where birds never chirp, dogs never bark?
What if Endymion suddenly opens his eyes, Finds no beauty, no color and nobody wise. Will he choose to sleep again in dark, Or wander to see the change, what would be his remark?
If a body is sleeping with its eyes closed, The dream can break without being disclosed. While a dead’s dream is shrouded in mystery, No demands, no expectations, still a long hidden history.
Let’s turn this body into a couple of corpses, Riding smoothly over the water, no need to feed the horses. Let’s twinkle like stars without owning its light, Glaring far enough with proud, no quarrel, no fight.
No light, but a colorful night is waiting, Let’s fall asleep, without contemplating. Yours and mine dream shall be woven Together in the sky and beneath the ocean.
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Introducing a new perspective
I am updating this post with a little change in perspective. Previously when I wrote this poem, I had a different thought behind the theme. But this time, I would like to confess that the perspective is completely new.
I have changed some form and meter, but not much. As I believe that every time you read a poem, you can read it with a new perspective. So I didn’t bother myself to bring much changes in it.
This has been done in response to d’verse MTB. Our host Björn wanted us to bring a new perspective by coming out our comfort zones. Well I would like to thank him for such a creative challenge.
Dead, dark street, haunted By a shadow. Alone, she walked, Unearthed the mound, sat At the edge, meowed and jumped, And the shadow left the street.
About “The Shadow”
This tanka is for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. This time the two prompt words are Dig and Grave. Since using the prompts is not allowed, I am using their synonyms.
My synonyms are mound and unearth.
Because a tanka poem displays a mood or a state of mind, this poem is doing the same. It presents the state of the speaker’s mind.
The person’s mind has been compared to a dark and dead street. There is a shadow which I have compared to a cat.
Since cats are considered to be a bad sign, I have used her shadow. This shadow haunts the street. But later, it is seen that it jumps into the tomb itself and leaves the street.
By this poem, I wanted to present the idea that all of us create our fear. And only we can overcome it. We take ourselves to a bad situation and only we can make it better.
Well this was my perspective. You should find a meaning to this poem yourself. Every poem has the capacity to be interpreted in infinite ways. So do your own interpretation. I have just given my perspective and I eagerly wait to know what’s yours!
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Lavanya became absolutely quite for a minute. Both of them were feeling the same at this moment. Lavanya broke the silence and asked – “For how long are you supposed to be there?” “They didn’t say anything about it.”– Ved replied. Lavanya’s hopes were dead after this reply. Every corner of this place was mocking at her. Ved was sitting still beside her. Suddenly he said- “I think I should reject their offer. I can find some other investor and…” “But it’s quite difficult to get an investor once you reject them. Because they’re very powerful, I don’t think any other investor would ever go against them.”– Lavanya interrupted. “..Yes you are right Lavanya but I can’t leave you alone here.”
Ved was puzzled and he didn’t know what should he do now. Suddenly Lavanya’s phone rings. “Will you let me know where the hell are you?” Lavanya was numb and her hands were shivering. Looking at her condition Ved realized that it’s Abhay on the call. “Ved I need to leave now. I’ll see you soon.”– Lavanya says with a fake smile and leaves. Ved’s eyes turn red but he feels helpless. He keeps staring at the door even after Lavanya had left. He was thinking something while sitting in the coffee house for a long time.
Finally, it was the closing time. So, the manager requests him to leave. Meanwhile, Ved looks at the two cups full of coffee on the table, left untouched. He comes out of the coffee house and sits on the stares outside. All the employees looked at Ved. It was absolutely cold outside. “Sir you won’t get any taxi after sometime, you should go home now.”– said the manager. “I don’t have a home man, it’s a house..lonely house.” “But sir…” “You please go to your home. You people are best at your work. I liked your coffee.” The manager smiles and replies- “Thank you sir. People say that our coffee smells really nice. But I guess you would have liked it more if you would have taken a sip.”
Manager leaves in a taxi and Ved is left alone. A feeling of fear of losing and a guilt of missing something filled his heart.
Abhay, a new character in the Coffee House?
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Anarchy, the relentless rise of East India Company is the latest book by William Dalrymple. This is the book which reveals the real truth behind the rise of East India Company in India.
Before I move further into the details of this book, I would like to tell you something about the author. William Dalrymple is a writer and historian. So as a professional, his words are the result of a passionate research done to present facts. He is also the writer of the book The Last Mughal. Hence, we can say that he is a true historian who recognizes the rich history of India. This will sound even more true to you once you go through the rest part of this review post.
So let’s begin!!
Anarchy, The Relentless Rise of East India Company
The book tells the story of the East India Company like never before. It describes a lots of words in English dictionary and says that how they’ve been taken from Indian languages.
Let me tell you something about the word “loot”. It is actually an Indian word. It means “to plunder”. This is what East India Company did in India and hence, the word became a part of English dictionary. As Dalrymple puts, a visit to the Powis Castle will reveal a lot about the story.
Powis castle in Wales is a magnificent building that has more of mughal treasures than any other castle in India. It was the age of Robert Clive as the viceroy of India. One can find a sequence of rooms filled with gold and jewels in this private house. There’s also the palanquin of Siraj-ud-daulah, the nawab of Bengal. Also, the campaign tent of the tiger of Mysore, Tipu Sultan can be found here.
As I have mentioned the nawab of Bengal, I must tell you when it all actually started. It was the Battle of Plassey in 1757 which resulted in the rise of company powers somehow. The Battle of Plassey in India, is remembered and taught as a day of loss. But in England, the students are taught the opposite.
The Revealing Pictures
Now let’s collect how the book brings out these revealing pictures of British India. As already said, this age belonged to Robert Clive. He won the Battle of Buxar and thus, the Mughal emperor Shah Alam II had to pay Diwani to him. You would have already read about the Battle of Buxar in your schools. The consequences of this battle were horrible.
The first Multi National Corporation, East India Company got the right of minting, tax collecting and other financial control of the three richest provinces namely Bengal, Bihar and Orissa. So this was first step toward the destruction as put by William Dalrymple.
India Before The Conquest
Now if I put it clearly here, India contributed more than 40% to the world’s GDP in the 18th century. Infact the author says that what Manchester would be in 19th century, Bengal was in 18th century. So as felt by William Dalrymple, the conquest of India is remembered as a national event in both the countries, Britain and India. One remembers it as a victory and other as a series of oppression, resistance and ultimately freedom.
But there is a fact that both the countries have ignored. The British government didn’t seize the Indian subcontinent. No military coup was sent from Britain to India in order to conquer it. But the civilization fell into the hands of East India Company, the word’s oldest Multi National Corporation.
I won’t go into much details of the book. But I would suggest you to go through it once. You will see how revealing the content of the book is. How Anarchy was established in the country. And most importantly, the book will tell you about the unjust rule of a corporate power.
My Personal Opinion about the book “Anarchy”
Honestly, I would like to mention one thing about this book. Though William Dalrymple presents a quite innocent picture of the British government, his opinions seem to be a bit biased. I personally felt a constant effort to prove that whatever happened in India was just due to East India Company is made through out the book.
Further, it felt a bit weird when he writes that East India Company didn’t bring anarchy to India. India was already in a state of anarchy when the company came. This may be called his personal opinion as we already know that they’d already attacked the subcontinent a number of times before the conquest.
And yes, the question remains that if the company was the only guilty, then why did the government didn’t seize its operation. We have read about a number of royal charters passed by the king and Queen of Britain. Infact they shared a very good relationship with the company employs as they were always invited in the ceremonies and parties held there.
So I must say that the company alone was at fault may be a biased statement. But such statement can be expected from a professional historian. All the historians put their personal opinion along with the facts, so Dalrymple did the same.
But the book becomes a must read if you are much into history.
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