TWINING EMOTIONS OF AN ENTWINED STATE

In the wee hours of a Monday morning, I checked in to the Rajiv Gandhi International Airport, Hyderabad latently excited to fly to my second home country, Bahrain.  I stood in the queue with my heavy and drowsy eyes struggling to stay conscious. I kept swaying my head right and left. Tender moments, affectionate hugs, tearful farewells filled the spaces of emotional silence. Amidst the blink of my eye, I suddenly noticed a big blue hoarding of our chief minister smiling and welcoming us to Come and explore the opportunities, with a slogan “Andhra Pradesh, A proud past and A promising future” On reading this, the axe of irony immediately struck my thoughts realising the stark situation of this dividing land.

Walking through my wobbling thoughts,

Emotions tangled in barren knots

I sat at the boarding gate, awaiting

With my co-passengers, conversing

As the flight geared its gravity into the sky,

Like a bird unfolding its wings to fly

My eyes connected to the disconnecting land

Fading into the hazy cloudy band

Pacing through the speed of blank serenity,

I look beneath, doubting my identity?

Neither the borders, nor the divisions,

No sketched maps, no deliberate collisions

I wondered where all these would exist

Perhaps, in the walls of a human heart, they persist.

A Centrally located state gone into terrible labour pains

With hearts knifed into borders, breath suffocated in decisions

Vague rejoices, Puzzled protests, Hollow mirth

As Mother India, of 67 years, gives birth

To her 29th child on this earth

 And multiplying her diversity’s worth.

Power strikes for the lust of power,

Road blocks preventing the growth of a flower

Shattered is the common man’s livelihood

In an ambiguous justice for brotherhood.

Regionally confused, Nationally united, Internationally Identified

Perplexed in my thoughts, I landed

Into the country, branded as Indian, I immigrated

With a ray of hope that we billion remain integrated.

                                                                                                                     - Swathi Rekha

IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE UNTIL IT’S DONE.

Grammatically a Pronoun, Comprehensively my life, How do I define this two letter word ‘IT’? How do I connect the dots between ‘Impossible’ to ‘Done’?

When I started my sail into the never ending ocean, in quest of my passions, career and dreams, I realized that it was not just myself, but thousands alike on the same boat sailing in similar dimensions. I was drenched with utter confusion. I looked around, and explored all the possible directions. I either had to make a choice or take a chance.

Sailing ahead with all these thoughts dwelling in my mind, I suddenly cognized that I was in middle of the silently disguised ocean. I lost the sight of the apparent horizon. I could feel the cruel waves splashing high and the sky turning dark and dry. My shadow seemed to be washed into tears of cry as I felt like a bird terrified to fly. I was frightened to look back, and felt IMPOSSIBLE to look ahead. But unconsciously  the tides, against my fears flew me along. I was frustrated and helpless. I felt myself as IMPOSSIBLE as counting the waves.

As I tried looking forward, my nerves calling upon, to charge for courage and expecting a helping hand to encourage. Hesitantly I sailed, past the hazy dark, searching for an atom of spark. With every step I took ahead, I learned a different way to tread. I created my own ways, conquered my own abilities, and manifested the possibilities. I was discerning and traversing in the world of my own creation. Looking beyond the hopes slowly & gradually, the darkness was receding to light and I discovered my direction right. In the near distance, I could see the place, the place that I desired and aspired for. My feelings exhilarating and happiness multiplying as I reached. But,within the blink of my eye, I gulped myself in disbelief, to what I could see ahead of me. Another vast stretch of the same ocean, much violent, much misty and much superlative.

Only then did I realize, that I touched barely a few miles in my thousand miles journey and had a long way to go. I stood on that shore, transcendental and soundless as I await to begin my next sail. I virtually sensed the dew of impossibility enchanting me again to the blankness my future holds, but the Faith within me kept resonating these words “In this destiny driven life, everything seems IMPOSSIBLE, until it’s DONE. “