Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Broken Spirits

A friend of mine spurred the thought in me of how inspiration lies behind every piece of art and opinion, I know you would agree to this as much as I don’t , but on second thoughts now, it would actually serve a purpose and that would be that I could use this forum to talk about the lines of Tagore written way back in the first decade of the century we left behind.
For those reading this I would say that i am regressively inspired by Rabindranath Tagore's words.
And so looking back now makes you and me feel that it is all so misplaced in today’s setting ,

Here he goes ..

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action--
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake....Geetanjali 1910

In contrast..here i go..


Where the wings don’t fly, where the arms can’t try...
Where there is fear and scare, where even truth can’t dare...
Where the unarmed suffer, while they glorify their supper...
Where you and I fight for reasons so weak, for the good we fail to take the lead
Where there is distress and distrust in each soul, where we all tend to harbor selfish goals...
Where young women are left alone to bleed , where the men of faith pay no heed...
Where we sit rounds and rounds of big talks, where we screen hours and take stocks...
Where we love to blame and play the mock, where we watch them crumble away our blocks...
Where the will to take charge has died, where we have learnt to conveniently hide...
Where that one spark gets lost in the crowd, when his voice is snubbed even before he could shout...
Where they fight with peace for the chair, where we choose to give them an actionless stare...
Where the power comes to a house of crime, where the power in truth is still not sublime...
Where the sun goes down with no hope, where you rise each day to see the injustice scope...
Where the needy cries out his soul, when there’s not enough in his child’s bowl...

Where two right men make no good, where they are crushed even before they could...
Where your name decides your destiny, where religion becomes the cause of tyranny...
Where life’s taken for saffron and green, where holy faith turns into a fanatic scene...
Is that the India from where you and I hail, that’s yet again where my country fails...
Yet we say we had set to teach the world and today what we were we forget...
Yet again we feel so taken, Yet again our worlds shaken...

Now again we lie in broken spirits, still waiting to rise from our own debris.... 2008

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