Poems & Stories-2
STORIES & POEMS
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V BRIGHT SAIGAL
This issue I tried to add more contents but precise to entertain all of you. Most of the pieces are written in melancholy tone, never mind. Happiness, Sorrow, Hope and Disappointments, visit every one’s life as four seasons. Try to find a ray of light in the darkness. Sorrow and disappointments make one prepared, to face the pit falls in life and make one to be wise to honor the ultimate success.
V BRIGHT SAIGAL
Two poems of previous issues “Those old Days” and “Ripples of Love” going to be recorded as a music album in Florida (US) .For All readers it will be available for $3 +$1(US) postal charges and the respective currency of every one’s nation. This CD won’t be sold in any outlets for the time being. This exclusive offer is only for the readers and their relatives and friends.
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The Spring Of Love
Refulgent moon ascending behind the hill,
Once again lit the valley of hope
Echoing the ripples of rhythm in my heart,
With hoisting hopes and glistening vision
Hearing the jingles of your feet again,
Fettered hope in darkness shone in smile
Flying up in the sky as a swan again,
Will you smile again, as the wave of their wings?
Those days of cries never again, never again
Smile again, as the rising sun, behind the hills and beyond
V BRIGHT SAIGAL/21st Nov.2005
Coming from the west thee, how fascinating,
Jingles of ripples echoed at the helm
Silence of horizon broken thee again,
Aura of the sun still hesitant to vanish
Every wink of thy fills love and kindness,
Still the world beg for once and again
River and lakes stood silent
Once again the sun sinking in the ocean,
Rising moon thy companion now smiling
Brightening east, still stood vibrant,
Your loving cares filling fragrance again
Come again, come again once, before I vanish
Before, my bright eyes sink into darkness
V BRIGHT SAIGAL/21stNov.2005
It is cloudy today, since morning there has no face of the sun, cold wind blowing from the east felling creepers and trees alike. Birds sat idle and wet without getting a piece of food as the rain continued for day and night alike. They stood grabbing the tiny branches of the trees, parrot, crow and even eagles lost hope of this day too.
I was coming from my home after a hot breakfast prepared by my wife. These days peeping into the pit of the minefield, keep my colleagues and me away from the cold rain. Inside the mine was always been warm, chatting and laughing we worked form dawn to dusk.
But, something happened today morning. My close friend Mr. White has been away in his county side for three days reported for the job, I was rejoiced. In the deep mine, he just bent to pick a heavy piece of coal, to load into the trolley. Suddenly a crack above our head breaking the head light, some thing fallen on our head burying all of us. For a moment, I could not recollect what went wrong. Then there was a struggle to escape.
When I came out removing the soil from my head, I could not find anyone else, except darkness. Slowly I came out. Then found a crowd of family members, waiting anxiously, for some news, about all we trapped in the mine.
My wife and children hugged me, cried.
They felt my escape was a miracle. After half an hour, rest of my colleagues too came out, along with the rescue workers. But they were silent for good. When I looked at their face I found an evanesced smile, which never vanished, from Mr. White. Still hesitating to vanish. The rain still is drizzling, wetting the soil. I stood motionless.
V BRIGHT SAIGAL/21st Nov2005
I honored him ever. If I am a bit more clear, ever since I had met him at the bus stop on that bright sunny day, I was waiting for the city bus, half an hour late, still it has not arrived. From the harbor, it took me half an hour to the bus stop. Generally, I hire a single horse cab, but today, I could catch none.
Straight away I reached the bus stop. Opposite to me, a man carrying some books, was coming, before I couldn’t notice him, both of us collapsed, after a hit. The books were strewn all over; I tried to help him out.
Before departure, I said, ’sorry’, a smile from that rosy face rose. He said, “Never mind”.
Again we met, until I walk to the isle and beyond, giving birth to his two children.
Now, the beloved man of mine, I heard going to marry a dancer.
Being my husband, he was very gentle and I never noticed him have another affair, which eroding the trust upon my family life.
One fine morning I received a divorce notice.
Now, both of us are standing, in front of the divorce court, counting the pillars, waiting for our turn.
Then I felt, these pillars are saying” Divorce court is the cemetery of marriage, where love and dreams are buried alive”
V BRIGHT SAIGAL/21st Nov2005