Beginnings...

She thought of the smell of spices,
The sound of mustard hissing on oil.
Old women gossiping about the youth's vices,
Watching men returning from the day's toil.

Gone was the clear blue sky from her past,
In it's place were the buildings anew.
She looked for shards of her youth among the debris of the blast,
All she came up with was soot and torn clothes a few.

Tiny drops fell on her face,
She looked up to see the gods from heaven shed tears.
Their tears transformed her place,
Even made her forget her own fears.

The smell of wet rain on damp earth and green lawns,
A smell that remained the same from before.
Rain that washed away the blood and spoke of a new dawn,
Made her wish to lift higher and soar.

She would pick up the broken remnants from the past,
And walk towards a whole new dawn, full of life, full of hope.

p.s:- The photos are part of an amazing collection I found @ http://www.flickr.com/photos/joyforever

Laaga Chunari mein Daag

Humble readers of yours truly!

I watched laaga chunari mein daag and of course "Fallen from Grace" was an inspiration I drew from that movie.

It was a very disturbing movie but the ending came as quite a disappointment. It is not the love for poignant endings in me speaking, just that it was very unrealistic.

So those of you who have watched the movie, let me know how you would have liked the movie to end or if you agree with the ending.

A curious writer,

Waiting for reader comments!

Fallen from Grace

A little girl played in a garden,
Brown legs peeping from a spotted frock.
She played games of innocence with little men,
Building castles with sand and rock.

A young woman stood at the fence,
All signs of the little girl wrapped in layers of silk.
Her eyes shone with the same innocence,
Even as he tried to capture moments in a click.

She gathered the crumpled sheets around her,
Like broken pieces of her self, they lay.
She shuddered at the reflection in the mirror,
Seeing little of her former self from an older day.

The sari looked radiant as it fell from her shoulders,
There would be a look of envy of every woman's face.
Only she knew that she had lost her precious innocence,
With the fallen sari, she too had fallen from grace!

p.s:- Inspired by the movie Laaga Chunari mein Daag