The author, Nandishi Shriram

The author, Nandishi Shriram
Colors myriad, yet a land unexplore

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Crossing Over

It's time I leave forever
There are no roads that lead anywhere.

I dream a solitary dream, with awakening moments of being with the chosen one.

He comes to me, in love, as a star
With promise only of things sweet

I leave him entrapped in my love
For that is the way it must be

We walk on eternal time
Together in love

He gazes ahead
With me following just behind

We cross over to realms only we can see
There is no time, no road, no wind now

It's only the illusion we so did see
We merge, forever together

It is but a solitary dream
I awaken, being with the chosen one

I dream, I weave

He knows, thee

Time, through Eternity

Time, through eternity
In the fragrant tempest of the imperial green glass
Arises a maiden allure

From which slithers silvery light
Beckoning a moist rose that slips under

Wandering through swirls of time she
Hair anointed with gilded pearls

Eyes of smooth gold, laden with dust of yore
Let her, oh let her be, one with her lovely Being

A knight brandishing a silver sabre, rubies and emeralds
The gait of a tall one, with only eyes that can sense her

The warrior, the damsel, the one that only he can see
They now walk a dangerous wind, of many many lifetimes

To be one, with destiny
Born once more in this life, as mates forever

Her lonely eyes seek only him, through the fog
He knows, this is the one, once more

Sharp as steel, with no one to cut his threads
They are bound forever, in the dusty roses of time

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A fragrant breath

In the loneliness, I sing bare
A song that may have touched your Soul
I look to free us from the silvery bonds of love
Yet you hold on, tenderly so

I awaken with a memory of a lonesome dream
When you saw from me from afar
But would not touch my heart
You gave me pain, when there was just love
You made me know, the magic of a pure love
Beyond the many veils of life
You showed me a sacred illusion
Of a bond that rose far ahead of time
Of no vows, of no touch, of no promise
Only that of being True to one another

So now when you walk away
I will not weep, tears of solitude
I will shed my skin, my very soul
That breathed you
I will move into a faraway Light
Where you may not see me ever again
So remember me O Wise Soul
As you leave me behind
Remember the times we shared
Of love that remained true
For when I enter the Light
I will carry your rose and nothing more

For it a love, fragrant as a dream

Sunday, June 7, 2015

Rain

It was a beautiful rain
Where all my tears soaked up the Earth

I flew past clouds, full of rain
I looked down upon the world at large

I saw a lonely soul
Standing there, with no one around her

She was told by many
That they will always love her

Yet they walked away
When she needed them the most

She stood, looking lost
At the world at large

No one saw her pain
Felt her loneliness

They thought her selfish and uncaring
When she was right there by everyone she had ever loved

Giving her heart and soul into every special one
That crossed her way

Her heart was once more broken into pieces
As he walked away from her

Leaving her, bereft and wondering
If this life was worth living

Yet she got over her grief
Moved silently in pain that was getting numb

For no one really loved her
Except herself and her soul

Wandering from place to place
But never finding peace

For she knew not
That peace was to be found within

I look down upon that Soul today
Lost not, at peace at last

No more rain for her
No more tears that soak up the Earth

For she smiles as she moves ahead
From destination to goal

Knowing that Life must be lived
With happiness and not with tears

She finds herself finally
In a world that never really cared

Alone is not she
For with her is Love

That comes from Within











Saturday, May 9, 2015

The Gorkha Earthquake 2015

April 25th, 2015 was the worst day in the history of Nepal. No one knew what was going to hit them. At 11.56 am, 25th April, an earthquake of the magnitude of 7.8 mw on the Ritcher scale shook the very core of Nepal, leaving many injured, dead, homeless, missing. The Gorkha Earthquake killed more than 7,000 people and injured twice as many. Numbers are still on the rise. The epicentre lay in Barpak village of Gorkha district.

It was the most powerful disaster to strike Nepal since the 1934 Nepal–Bihar earthquake. Some casualties have also been reported in the adjoining areas of India, China, and Bangladesh. The earthquake triggered an avalanche on Mount Everest, killing at least 19, making it the deadliest day on the mountain in history. Mountaineers trekking there have gone missing It triggered another huge avalanche in Langtang valley, where 250 are now missing..

Hundreds of thousands of houses were destroyed rendering people homeless with entire villages flattened, across many districts of the country. Centuries-old buildings were destroyed at UNESCO World Heritage sites in the Kathmandu Valley, including some at the Kathmandu Durbar Square, the Patan Durbar Square and the Bhaktapur Durbar Square. Geophysicists and other experts had warned for decades that Nepal was vulnerable to a deadly earthquake, particularly because of its geology, urbanization, and architecture. Continued aftershocks have occurred throughout Nepal, with one shock reaching a magnitude of 6.7 on 26 April at 12:54:08 NST. The country is at continued risk of landslides as well.

Meanwhile, in New Delhi, at a house in the esteemed Lutyens’ zone, works quietly a group of dedicated individuals in aiding the Nepal quake hit to come to terms with the tragedy that has struck them and their dearly beloved. This dedicated group is the Hope For Nepal Foundation, which was set up on August 23rd 2010 by Praggyashree Raje Gaekwad.

The Hope for Nepal Foundation’s Delhi branch is based out of Priyadarshini Raje Scindia’s home, where tonnes of relief material are pouring in every single day, by the hour, by the minute. A team of dedicated people, Shivani Rajyalakshmi Singh, Priyadarshini Raje Scindia, Pragyat Singh, Nima Martins Sherpa and many others work in the gruelling scorching Sun every single day, forgetting to eat, let alone drink water, to sift supplies, the perishables and the non-perishables, the immediate and the not so immediate in need, ensuring that all relief supplies that arrive are sent in good condition, by road and by air. Jet Airways has been requested to keep slots for the Foundation and has been airlifting the supplies whenever a slot is available. A distribution team at the other end, in Kathmandu, has been deployed to receive and ably distribute the relief supplies. Monetary aid has been coming in to Hope For Nepal Foundation to help in rehabilitating the poor and needy.

Friends of HFNF have rallied around, sending tents, essential supplies like dry ration, instant food, biscuits, medicines, water, warm clothes, blankets, medicines, injections, tarpaulins, water and even thin tin roofs. The founder of the group. Praggyashree Raje Gaekwad, herself a doctor is in Nepal with the help of her able group of Nepalese kinsmen are distributing the relief supplies. Trucks of goods are being loaded every other day, with people deployed at the Indo-Nepal border to receive the goods so that no pilferage occurs. Mobile hospitals have been set up, soup kitchens with the HFNF’s kinsmen and staff help the needy and devastated.

HFNF has been dedicated to helping at the grassroots of Nepal for the last 5 years. The outreach of help is now spilling over to villages that have been wiped out by the earthquake. HFNF is primarily dedicated to helping Sankhu village which is now a ghost town as 90% of the village has been totally flattened out by the earthquake. Shelter tents, sleeping bags, blankets, tarpaulins, torches, water, instant food, first aid kits, medicines have been provided by the Foundation. Search buses have been deployed for the missing and displaced. Ambulances are on standby to rush the injured to nearby hospitals. HFNF dedicates itself to moving from one devastated village to another, working to ensure that these villages get resuscitated.

It’s heartening to see the people of Nepal, fighting against all odds to give back to their own country, in the land of the Buddha, the land of calm and peace. Groups in India have been helping too in every possible way, creating help whatsapp groups, volunteer groups etc. Doon School Old Boys' Association, Midlands Langar Sewa and many other groups have been rallying forth to help the Nepal Quake affected. 

Families have gone missing, houses have been reduced to rubble and villages have been wiped out. Heritage sites have been reduced to nothing.  There are places high up in the mountains where people are totally stranded with no one being able to reach them, not even helicopters. The Indian Army, the Nepalese Army and the Nepal citizens are trying their utmost best to help the land that we all have loved dearly, having visited it at least once in our lives. Volunteers, doctors, others are in the midst of this massive devastation, helping the injured, the homeless, the starving. Numbers are on the rise as many are lying dead under rubble. Onset of disease is setting in. Monetary aid is pouring in from various countries but as a land that has a huge deficit, it will take at least 2-3 years for Nepal to be rehabilitated and back to its former glory.

In this time of crisis, we as a Nation, must come together and pledge to help Nepal, a country that is dear to all. We must have heart as the Sun that has been shining for us, must shine once again for our Nepal.

A moving poem written by Shivani Rajya Lakshmi Singh:

"While you sleep peacefully on a comfortable bed, my people are awake waiting for the slightest ruffle in the bush.

While you sit with a belly full of food, my people lie restless  and hungry.

While you enjoy a luxurious bath, my people are thirsty.

While you host gala dinners, my people wait for electricity.

While you travel to exotic lands, my people are trapped under rubble.

While you wake up in an air conditioned room, my people seek shelter from the rain.

While you sit around and speculate 

My country bleeds..."

For donations, please draw a cheque in favour of:
Hope For Nepal Foundation
And send to: 27 Safdarjung Road, New Delhi

Written by Nandishi Shriram. Email: nandishi.shriram@gmail.com



Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Void

In the vast Ocean of existence, I swim with just you
Reaching out to a bottomless pit, I gasp
There will be no tomorrow for us
Only a yesterday that we dreamt
You held my hand and made me smile
There was promise hidden there
I found love when I was aching so
You filled my void, lovingly so
Today I am empty, filled with only nothing
I remember you fondly and bless you so
My shining star and a courageous hero
You will always occupy my heart where pain now resides
I will miss you, your beauty, your depth
For where I am right now, I only see empty landscapes
Where a smile one resided, love once lived
I do hope and pray that we get back to where we once were
As soulmates, children of the skies, lovers, friends
Until then, I wish you goodbye and hope that you will miss me

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Eternal Pain

In the fading light, you come to me, with a lonely heart that needs just Love
I smile, I will be always Yours, just for this moment in Eternal Time

For we will walk a restful Wind, with Love in our hearts, Pain in our Souls
My Love, you can never be mine, yet we Love, today, tomorrow & forever

In a timely wind that caresses my aching soul, you turn back and let me go
I walk on, smiling, because I know, you may not forget me, yet we draw apart

Resting, loving, whispering, laughing, crying
I look at You, in a sweet slumber

Dreaming of tomorrows that may never ever be
Hoping that we be together, but cannot ever be

Love me and let me Go o wandering Traveller
I will be yours, some day, some time, another Eternity

Walk with me, on this turbulent Wind, where only Blood can be seen
Of tears left undried, pain that sears your very heart, a knife that bleeds my Soul

Let me Go, forever and ever O Friend
In the Morrow, you will meet me

Another face, another Time