Silk drooping down the asian face
Covering the angel, enchantment is BLACK.
The saviour reflects the essence divine
Hypnotising the mind, 'maya' is BLACK.
Education has a fruitful termination
Degrees.. handling is BLACK.
Youth is the creme of life
Signs. Variety apart, the positive is BLACK.
Artist moulding art and design
Immaculate, pen is BLACK.
Virgin flooded with diamond line
Sparkle.. the 'source' is BLACK.
The time for departure has come
Kin's attire.. The feeling is BLACK.
Ability, abnormality, out of ordinary
Helpless.. struggle is BLACK.
Kills and Bills for bovine beings
Leather.. Luxury is BLACK.
Betraying the inside, foxing outside
Reflections... shadow is BLACK.
The truth is certain and certainity beholds
Impasse eliminated.. 'Truth' is BLACK.
Anand Bora
Friday, December 22, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
RELIEVE TO BELIEVE
In this ephemeral sojourn of artistic cognition
People enjoying the essence of colors
Their faces exhibiting various expressions
Caught in the delusion of art.
An unsaid feeling in their eyes
Curiosity is obvious, the child in them is redefined
Asphyxiation of needless fear flickers in the cornea
Here glass is not required, your contribution is 'dear'.
Freedom of thoughts and expressions
Backtraces to freedom of mind
Odds and ends in your capital
Embossed on the paper creating 'colorful' rhyme.
Extraordinary people from the crowd
Like a rose in a bunch of jasmine
Freshness shines...
Hope... The thought also shines..
An honest statement asserting emancipation
In favour of the 'evergreen' art
Efforts of the multitude - should they know
They 'll have to 'relieve to believe'.
Anand Bora
The poem was written on the SOF Art activity conducted
on Nov 26th, 2006. The title of the poem is given as such
because of the following instance. I was thinking what to
write and it seemed like I had a blackout in my mind.
Then I wrote 'Relieve'. The word was changed to 'Believe'
by vasundhara Das. I gave it a thought and correlated
the situations. Finally this poem came up.
People enjoying the essence of colors
Their faces exhibiting various expressions
Caught in the delusion of art.
An unsaid feeling in their eyes
Curiosity is obvious, the child in them is redefined
Asphyxiation of needless fear flickers in the cornea
Here glass is not required, your contribution is 'dear'.
Freedom of thoughts and expressions
Backtraces to freedom of mind
Odds and ends in your capital
Embossed on the paper creating 'colorful' rhyme.
Extraordinary people from the crowd
Like a rose in a bunch of jasmine
Freshness shines...
Hope... The thought also shines..
An honest statement asserting emancipation
In favour of the 'evergreen' art
Efforts of the multitude - should they know
They 'll have to 'relieve to believe'.
Anand Bora
The poem was written on the SOF Art activity conducted
on Nov 26th, 2006. The title of the poem is given as such
because of the following instance. I was thinking what to
write and it seemed like I had a blackout in my mind.
Then I wrote 'Relieve'. The word was changed to 'Believe'
by vasundhara Das. I gave it a thought and correlated
the situations. Finally this poem came up.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Rendezvous with reality
I came back from a city called Munger..
Its a versy small city with basically a village culture
in its backdrop..
But here I am not going to write about the city..
I am just talking about the relation of poverty and real India..
I went to RIMS yesterday for some social work..
We were to distribute some stuff among the patients..
I was doing just that..
Suddenly at some point of time..
One of the patients in Ortho Department said - "Sir.. can u please give me some money too.. I dont have any money.. I have not eaten anything substancial since 6 days and I dont expect any money in the near future from anybody."
At this moment.. I was really touched.. But due to serious involvement in that work I couldnt give any thought..
At the night time.. i started to think about the situation..
Back from countryside and then encountering such a case.. I thought whats the need of all the money people are earning.. whats the need of all the technologies we are building.. when we cant feed our own people...
So much pain is there in the world and we keep on harping on our petty troubles..
When will the ambience of living transform in the broader sense...
The condition is pathetic..
But still..
We got to go back to the Vedas and the Gita for answers..
This is what I thought...
Thinking ... Thinking...
I slept...
The answer I realized - "Do your Karma"
Anand Bora
Its a versy small city with basically a village culture
in its backdrop..
But here I am not going to write about the city..
I am just talking about the relation of poverty and real India..
I went to RIMS yesterday for some social work..
We were to distribute some stuff among the patients..
I was doing just that..
Suddenly at some point of time..
One of the patients in Ortho Department said - "Sir.. can u please give me some money too.. I dont have any money.. I have not eaten anything substancial since 6 days and I dont expect any money in the near future from anybody."
At this moment.. I was really touched.. But due to serious involvement in that work I couldnt give any thought..
At the night time.. i started to think about the situation..
Back from countryside and then encountering such a case.. I thought whats the need of all the money people are earning.. whats the need of all the technologies we are building.. when we cant feed our own people...
So much pain is there in the world and we keep on harping on our petty troubles..
When will the ambience of living transform in the broader sense...
The condition is pathetic..
But still..
We got to go back to the Vedas and the Gita for answers..
This is what I thought...
Thinking ... Thinking...
I slept...
The answer I realized - "Do your Karma"
Anand Bora
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Declination
Lines on the graph move up with times
This thought runs on expected lines
Ladders of achievements accomplish the ascent
But the attitude shows... it's not potent.
I believe, I feel... I lie
My virtues screaming, 'Come on...let's die'
My clique has turned a banal ground
Culture lingers... turning me unsound.
Life is full of bumps and falls
Resilient is the fall... resilient like trolls
Downs dominating ups in the fray
Bottom of the civilization... lesser mortals lay.
Anand Bora
This thought runs on expected lines
Ladders of achievements accomplish the ascent
But the attitude shows... it's not potent.
I believe, I feel... I lie
My virtues screaming, 'Come on...let's die'
My clique has turned a banal ground
Culture lingers... turning me unsound.
Life is full of bumps and falls
Resilient is the fall... resilient like trolls
Downs dominating ups in the fray
Bottom of the civilization... lesser mortals lay.
Anand Bora
Monday, February 20, 2006
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