On the verge

On the verge I stood, 

about to fall,

in a known trap

and something i heard..

i set back

proclaimed why i had come,

begun what i should 

I finally completed my own personal profile cum goal set cum review and group profile of my class. yet main task of 5 page write and my letter to parampriya is still pending. while working on all this, reading some thought provoking books, i had fallen down. gave up all my best to lower impulse of vital. after two days of sorry, today somehow i have managed to say NO. yet i went till the edge today also. I do hope by remembering my old poem 'Did you DO it?' will come out and soar in peace and bliss.

that year old poem

Did you DO it?

When sky turns red and gold,

Hovering over me, roaring onto me;

She came and asked, “Did You do it?”

I was amazed, I was scared,

Why she has pocked to me,

And she asked again, “Did you do it?”

I had to reveal open secret,

We both knew what I did it;

Still she asked, “Did you do it?”

Some time wonder, some time weep

Joy and cry in shy, all I answered

When she asked, “Did you do it?”

Here is an account of what I did,

And what I didn’t,

Where far I flied and in my abode.

Before writing this and till I finish this,

She will come again and will ask;

“Did you do it?”
 - Vaibhav [14/03/2012]

[First two stanza and idea of this poem came on 7th march, day of holika dahan, when I was doing my shramdaan in kitchen. Two red wattle lapwin were chasing crows and roaring over them. What I heard was ‘did you do it?’

In poem she stands for bird, synonymous to dear The Mother and very near to my heart parampriya.]