She Dreams of Being Big!

As she lay there, on torn sacks, she dreamt of going to school, of being rich so that she is able to buy a lot of food for her and her siblings. And clothes of course!

It was not that she could not go to school. The school was free. But food was not. So mother took her to work with her. When she asked her mother why she did not send her to school, the mother told she was too young to go to school. “Don’t you remember what the teacher said the other day?” Mom would ask at the end of argument every time.

Yes, Roshni remembered that day. She had thrown a tantrum. She had stopped eating. Her only condition was that she may be enrolled in a school. So, the helpless mother took her to the local primary school one day, but she was two days younger than the right age.

“ But that was two Diwalis ago.” She argued.

…. to be continued.

…Sahar Raman Deep

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A Letter to My Love

Some people are more important than stardom or money; so are you. You are not only a person, but my relationship with myself. You are a song that my soul sings. You are the light in which my being seeks to understand Love. You are a you who has made love myself.

A thought: what if you are not real? You may not be real, but the love between us, at this moment in space and time, is more than real than any real can be. It is extraordinary! A moment lived in this living moment is more true than any number of years, centuries or lives lived in a common ‘love’ of give and take, of trust and doubt, of me and you.

Among us, there is no me and you. Among us, it’s a world of stars. Among us, there is unlimited expansion not to be limited by any binaries. Among us, there is only ‘us’; and ‘us’ is of oneness, of non duality, away from the world divided into dimensions.

Sahar Raman Deep.

5/21/17

In Rawness of Emotions…

In rawness of emotions
In rawness of thought
In rawness of heart
When no seed is bown
I think of humanity
How it has grown!… Read More

In rawness of emotions
In rawness of thought
In rawness of heart
When no seed is sown
I think of humanity
How it has grown!

Humanity meant
Law of jungle in forest
And the only rule
Was to survive
Then came the tribes
And the societies
Where survival was safe
And the need was to thrive.
Being loyal to the group
And to the leader
Was the mandate
Even if it meant
Death to the tenant.

Some saints and sages
Have been talking since ages
Of the particular
And the universal
And saying
Both are one
And the key to this realization
Is freedom, and alas!
Freedom is none!

They say we are free.
Though unchained and unbound
We are bound by
None other than we.
This is the story
Of us humans
Separated from the nature
Who bore us
In her womb
And many others
Whom we have forgotten.

We wait for a the doom!

…. Sahar Raman Deep.
12/14/16

Princess Diana (2) The Rising Star

She loved Diana, and. She wanted to be Diana- the princess. She was a rising star, with faded lights.

“Why do you always look towards the sky?” Her mom asked her one day.

“Because I am going to shine like moon someday” she said with a sparkle in her eyes, a dream in her voice, and uncertainty in her heart.

“Become moon or star, but only after death.” Her mother said with sarcasm. “Better concentrate on picking rags now. Only they will get us a good meal at night.”

Roshni looked at her with eyes as if a dream had shattered in them, but she recollected herself. “You see ma, I am going to shine one day.”

This time her voice wasn’t as bright.

…to be continued.

 

Sahar Raman Deep

Princess Diana (1)

She was Diana, and she was a princess extraordinary!

Heart was her kingdom, and Love was the throne. Respect was her seal, and affection was the crown. Compassion was her supremacy and sympathy the rule.

Her world was a fairy tale!

She lived in a slum, loved and cared for. She was the oldest of six, and never went to school. She picked up rags in the day, and sat her baby brother at night. At dawn, she woke up earlier than everyone else. She walked on the bare streets, empty handed; all alone. She looked at the fading stars, the lighter moon and the rising sun. She loved light; light was her name- ‘Roshni’.

To be continued….

10/8/16