Saturday, February 28, 2009

When Law meets Psychology

Criminal Law class at college some days back left me feeling dejected, helpless and confused. It unfurled a thread of thoughts that have been doing the rounds in my mind for sometime. The topic was Exception to Murder and we were doing the first Exception to S. 300 IPC pertaining to something called 'grave and sudden provocation'. The basic ratio of this exception being that no person should be punished for murder if his action was a result of a grave and sudden provocation by the deceased ie. he should only be punished for Culpable Homicide.

The uninitiated should suffice to know that killing of a human being may be of two types: Murder or Culpable Homicide. The difference between these two is very slight and a good lawyer always tries to bring down the sentencing of his/her client from Murder to at least Culpable Homicide in case no other defence is available. In order to understand the relation between murder and culpable homicide, it is enough to know that while Culpable Homicide is the genus, Murder is a species..just like a circle within a circle..well that's how I picture it.

However, this defence, mentioned in Exception 1 to S 300 IPC, cannot be taken for any kind of provocation. In many of the earlier Indian and English judgments it has been settled and widely accepted that the terms grave and sudden means that 1.) the provocation should be grave in nature and 2.) should be sudden as in the time gap between the provocation and the act of killing should be minimal otherwise it would come under the category of killing with an intention to take revenge, which has no defence in the court of law. What kept my grey cells working was, however, not this. The immediate topic was with regard to the killing of an abusive husband by his wife after a prolonged period of physical and mental harassment, beating and assault by the husband. 

In various Indian and English cases, it has been proved beyond doubt that where a husband sees his wife in a compromising position with another man, it is enough grave and sudden provocation for him to kill the wife or the man, as he is seen to have been provoked by the act of is wife and her paramour. There are also cases where a sentence of murder was not reduced to culpable homicide because provocation was not considered sudden enough as considerable time (even a few hours) had elapsed. It is presumed in such cases that a reasonable person should have regained his cool or composure to have thought about the consequences of his act and to have harboured a guilty intention. Thus, the defence is out of his reach.

A case in point is K.M. Nanavati v State of Maharashtra (1961), which is one the most high-profile cases on this subject. In this case, a young naval officer Kawas Nanawati killed his wife's lover in cold blood after he got to know about their illicit relationship. It was held that since the accused had dropped his wife Sylvia and children to the cinema hall and then went to the deceased office, then to his home and shot him dead thus it could be inferred that he must have regained his self control by that time. The case got much media attention and close scrutiny.

It was in fact such a landmark case that though the jury pronounced Nanavati not guilty by a verdict of 8-1, the judge referred the case to a higher court. What is more noteworthy is that after this case the system of jury trials was abolished by the government as it was widely felt that the jury had got biased in this case because of media attention and public support that the case had generated over the duration of the trial.

Moving back to the defence of grave and sudden provocation with regard to women who are physically abused, I was shocked to find that we in India have not yet accepted or acknowledged the battered woman syndrome as has been done in various other countries. If you have seen the movie 'Provoked' you would definitely know what i am talking about. Battered Person Syndrome is a kind of ailment that leaves a person devoid of all self control. The patients of this syndrome are those persons, mainly women who have been at the receiving end of regular beatings, thrashings and whipping of their husband or other family member(s). Out of fear of further abuse or to simply rid themselves of the aggressor, such persons may kill the abuser. In various other countries such a syndrome is considered to be a defence, but not in India where cases of domestic abuse are much higher in number. However, we do have a Domestic Violence Act 2005, which i hope has provisions to cover such cases, as of now, i am unaware. 

Now, as law sees it, if a person has had the mens rea to kill a person and he/she does so in a premeditated manner, there are chances that the act would fall under the crime of Murder (S 300) AND such an act would not be covered under the Exception of Grave and Sudden Provocation. But are things the same for a man and a woman?

Between a married couple, the woman is generally the weaker person (physically) who can easily be overpowered by her husband. She has already been subjected to lots of physical abuse since many years and now fears for her life. Does such a woman have any other way out than to premeditate something? Had it been the husband at the receiving end, he would be thrashed the wife back or killed her on the spot and would have easily availed the provocation exception. But the woman who has had the fortitude to be a silent sufferer, and also the limitation of her physical weakness over that man, has no defence left than to keep bearing the brunt, laps and kicks of her abusive husband.

Here, we see a lacuna in the exception which ought to be covered under some case so as to provide reprieve to such battered women who attack their abusers in the middle of the night when the husband is sleeping. This is not because of some sudden provocation but as the result of an accumulated amount of gravest provocation that over the years manifests itself inside her and comes out at a time and under those circumstances when she thinks she CAN physically overpower the abuser, because otherwise he is sure to beat her up even more mercilessly. No marks for guessing who would end up beaten in case a wife, in a fit of loss of control, and under sudden and grave provocation, decides to physically hurt the aggressor. Had it been the case, she would have done it long ago and not been the sufferer for so long a time.

In R V. Ahluwalia, the case on which Provoked was based on, raised a very pertinent issue about what is a provocation for a woman and what for a man. All throughout the IPC we read about "what a reasonable man would have done in similar circumstances". Why don't we ever stumble upon what a "reasonable  woman" would do. Agreed that in the IPC the term "men" is inclusive of women too but in cases such as these where a woman is already a victim, how far is it right to hold her guilty of one more crime which she very well may have done to save herself from further assault or a a natural reaction to the repeated provocation by the abuser. While considerable time may have passed but it is important to appreciate the fact that the way men and women react are very different. While men act more in the "spur of the moment" and don't usually emotionally attach themselves with someone who is giving them pain, women, on the other hand take time to react and are so emotional so as to not even leave the husband readily because she is married to him and the social stigma that of being a deserter is too much for her to take.

A still from Provoked

This made me wonder, how easy it is for a man to dodge his conviction under murder as he can take the defence of "grave and sudden provocation" (this he can take for his wife's unchaste behaviour or illicit affair with another man). While a woman, (who instead dodges that provocation and keeps tolerating the heinous acts of the abuser) when faced with a situation of utter hopelessness and fear makes an effort to save herself from further hardships, uses basic common sense not to try to try the impossible act of confronting the husband physically (because she will lose the fight anyway), is considered to have had premeditated the attack and thus, cannot take the defence of provocation. So should we say the man who kills under grave and sudden provocation is less guilty than a who kills under graver but continuous provocation? Because if we go by the law, such a man would get a lighter punishment than such a woman.

A few questions of this unsettled mind, seeking answers

Is it possible to draw that thin line that separates a female mind from that of a male? Would Indian law take into account social pressure, fortitude, restraint and fear that such a woman succumbs to? Should it or should it not?? 
Why is it that for him unchaste behaviour is considered provocation but for her at times constant abuse cannot be? Is such a woman left without a defence because she is more mindful than she is impulsive? A man acts in impulse because deep down that loss of self control he KNOWS he can physically overpower the woman. But
unlike a man, a woman does not act on impulse in a majority of cases because she has the fear of her incapability to overpower the man she waits. Can such awareness in the subconscious be of any significance in a court of law? Finally, how sudden can sudden be?

Having poured these questions here, I suddenly recall one dialogue from the movie Spiderman when his grandfather gently tells young Parker, "Just because you CAN beat someone, does not give you the right to do so". 

Friday, February 27, 2009

Hope Dog

"Aaj mast din hai bhai.. Aaj hamara time badal gaya hai bhai", said a young Jamaal in Slumdog Millionaire in his childish voice full of hope. Unaware of the tragedy that was to struck him, unaware that on the pretext of making him sing, they wanted to take away his vision by pouring acid in his eyes. I didn't have the heart to see that scene through.. i flinched at the right time just to know that the tragedy had been averted. Anyhow, this isn't about how the tragedy was averted, how his eyes saved, it is about the false hope in his heart, the hope that his and his brother's lives were about to change for the better. But it was not to be. 

How many times in our lives we just hope and hope. Our fingers crossed, our mind not ready to even 'imagine' what's unimaginably gruesome, we keep going on. Just when things are about to settle down, a storm comes and sweeps it all away. Like a bird that never tires of making his nest again and again even after seeing it fall off a tree so many times, we also cling on to our beliefs only to see them getting broken. By us and by others at times. What should be the right thing to do? To stop believing or to stop living in reality all together? Stopping to believe would mean giving up happiness and ceasing to live in reality would make us a nobody.

Pessimism is the study of a sad heart, its students are losers, its teachers villains. They should have told us it's out-of-syllabus.  

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Papa

Remember the Pursuit of Happyness? Will Smith, the father of a 5-6 year old kid tries to get them both a better life through sheer determination, grit and hardwork, or Kramer V Kramer where Dustin Hoffman, a busy father, learns to enjoy his little boy's company and eventually realises what matters most to him is the kid and later fights a legal battle to get the child's custody only to lose it. The wife (Meryl Streep) leaves the kid in his custody in the end though. Beautiful movies.. must see. Or even the video of that ghazal by Pankaj Udhaas called Sach bolta hu main.. i found it so touching.


It hit me when i read Gone With The Wind for the first time. It was Rhett's love for his daughter Bonnie which had millions of readers turn into his fans. I read almost whole of the latter half of the book at a go during my school days. It's something i love to recall.. i laughed and i cried with it and i dreaded that it would come to an end. By the time dawn broke, i was hopelessly in love with the book for reasons more than this post can encompass. One of those reasons i am writing about today.


I have always found it very sweet when men shower their little daughters with bountiful affection and listen to their blabber with utmost attention as if profound words were being spoken. Whenever i watch a man playing around innocently with his daughter or taking her in his arms for a walk, i feel it is a scene straight from heaven. [You can say i am a little gender biased here that it has to be a daughter..but that's MY fantasy you see..it has to be jusst perfect ;)]


Coming back to the point now. I started this post to pour out here things i feel or have felt for my father..i call him 'Papa' like most people my age. He is a businessman and like all businessmen he has lots of stuff in his "to-do" list everyday. While growing up I didn't like the fact that it took him considerable time or help from my mother to tell which standard I was studying in. The task of getting me and my sis ready for school and then to drop us off to the bus stop was always my mother's job. As was going to the Parents and Teachers Meeting at school and other such events. I don't remember a time when my Dad came to school, not that it was a big deal for us back then but I would have liked if he had come sometime.


He is one person who's had quite a strange importance in my life. He matters to me so much that i cant even begun to write about it; most children feel the same i am sure. He has always been concerned about my career but never have we agreed upon the choices i made! He is so much there on my mind that when i meet a stranger his happens to be the topic i speak the most about. And i always surprise myself when i realise how much his approval matters to me. He doesn't much cuddles me (I would say once a month, to be very very very generous) and with whom i have inhibitions cuddling or clinging on to like i do to my mother all the time (to her annoyance or happiness i know not!), but even writing about him overwhelms me and i have to drink some water to compose myself.
I remember in December last year when i was to come home one early morning in an auto, he kept repeating and reminding me to pull down the curtain in the auto so i don't feel cold. He must have said it 5-6 times and i felt so close to him then. Even now when i get late, he never fails to call me and ask where i am. He might scold me for getting late but i know how to get around!


But still, all through my growing up years and even now, i used to feel i'm not very comfortable whenin close proximity to him. His anger could be one of the reasons. I have always held the grouse and an eternal complaint that he treats us (his daughters) like his employees. I have never been comfortable doing anything useless in front of him like watching television or reading a book or stuff like that and it has been the same with my sisters (im the youngest of three, i call me the stocklot! heh). Seeing my friends and cousins going about their casual lives with their fathers, joking with them, teasing them or simply ignoring their presence has been a mystery for quite a long time now. Even now i don't feel comfortable if he comes home and sees me watching television or chatting on phone. It's as if it's been engrained in our minds that wherever we may be, we have to make ourself useful and not to waste time. Having said all this, i cannot say he is the strict type of dads who yield an iron fist. Nope. He is cool when he has to be. When out with him he is the one more generous about money than mom and whenever short of cash i go to him and ask for money which he easily gives, not many questions asked.


I'm seeing him change over the years and it is a welcome change. Much of it is also about the fact that in this time I have grown up and i now understand things better than i used to. He is taking over my mother's role in the mornings now that i have to go to my college quite early as Mumma is not in the best of health. Not only does he prepare breakfast for me but also makes sure i eat well (or he threatens he won't let me leave the house). Some days back (may be a month or so) when i went downstairs to fix myself something to eat before college, what i saw on the dining table had me bragging about it for days after that! On the table was a fine spread of all the breakfast and non breakfast healthy food you would have ever imagined. On it one could find: tea, nuts, amla candy, banana cut into slices, papaya all sliced, carrot, other kind of nuts, ome mithai i mean you name it the table had it. He had also prepared some paranthas for me and as i came in looking at the table and trying to sink in the mixed feeling of happy shock and guilt that he had to do it for me, he quickly got up and said "I have also made tea for you, lemme just reheat it again. And i have made some Paranthas for you. You can have it with the raat wali sabzi. I will get it for you, sit." Goood Lord!!! and this when he was reading his newspaper on the table and having his morning cuppa dip-dip tea. Was i surprised or what! Overcome with guilt that HE, MY DAD had to make these efforts for me, I quickly motioned him to keep sitting, that i would help myself, but to no avail. He went to reheat the tea in the microwave. I had to rush to the bathroom to let the feeling sink in. Papa ne mere liye breakfast banaya!! To many it would seem "so whats's the big deal", but to me it was something so extraordinary and impressive that i am still gloating in it!

Since that day he is in charge. Mum ofcourse also chips in but i like it that he lets her take rest in those early morning hours when she wants to sleep a little longer. He doesn't prepare paranthas for me everyday but i see him sitting on the table with newspaper in his hands keeping a check if i'm eating right, or sometimes he would ask me what would you like to have while i am getting ready so he can get the breakfast ready for me.. and he would pester me to take a water bottle with me and to pack something for lunch and to take oranges and bananas and what not to college. I have to tell him i go to college to study and i am not a monkey and all sorts of things! hehe.. it's good fun actually! and then i ask him for the car keys and he is quite accomodating, gives me the car whenever possible. :)

"Love you Papa!"

I have never said it to him and i won't be saying it in near future so directly! But i do love him a lot and though he doesn't know about this blog or this post or anything.. i am feeling good i wrote this all down. Why don't we do it often? Tell people how much we love them? Why do we feel inhibited by our own emotions..or is it the fear that it might not be welcome? Don't know the answers yet, but i wont cease any opportunity to hug him and tell him he's a wonderful father..when i can do it..may be when he is going on a trip or something..when it wouldn't look so cheesy! I think i hesitate because he is unaware of all that i feel and because i feel it i wont be able to say it all without crying--which i wanna avoid. Who knows, those happy tears might help rubbing off those sad childhood memories. Reaching out can be such a wonderful thing.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Circa August 14, 2008

This is an old post which never saw the light of the day cz of my busy schedule. Here it goes.. the day is August 14th, and I am barely a fortnight into Campus Law Centre, Faculty of Law, Delhi University.

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"Sure?" asked the lady officer at Campus Law Centre (in short, CLC, the law school I was enrolled in). "Yep", I replied. She made me sign somewhere and another officer handed over my original documents to me. Finally, I was going to withdraw admission from Law and get into MA Political Science, the course I had dreamt of taking up for so long now. The admission wasn't easy and I could bet it was a miracle that I got through not only through the first selection round but also through the second one. After having collected my documents and clinging them close to my chest, I rushed out of the building to go on to the next step -- deposit the documents at Shyama Prasad Mukherjee (SPM), the college I was affiliated to in order to secure my admission. Aaha.. MA Political Science.. I was finally coming!

I reached SPM with my brother whom I picked up on the way. We didn't know the way so it wasn’t that easy driving to an institute situated bang in the middle of a residential area like Punjabi Bagh where one hopes to find a garden full of women and kids anytime. Anyhow, it was a college all right. Went in.. completed the formalities and here I was.. a bona fide student of Delhi University Art Faculty and no more a Student-Advocate, the term I fell in love with when I heard it the first time from a teacher.

Walking out of the building, I didn’t feel half as excited as I thought I would be. After days and days of having weighed both the options, that of law and pol sci.. I had finally chosen the latter.. Something I thought would help me more as a political writer. BUT I wasn't happy. No I wasn't.

With a heavy heart and a busy mind, (it was busy telling the heavy heart that MA Political Science was a better option any day), I went back to DU, dropping off my cousin on the way back. There was a panel discussion on the Amarnath Yatra issue at the Department of Political Science, which I had wanted to attend. In I went. It was the same room where I was to attend the Political Science classes for the next 2 years. Sitting on a seat while waiting for the panellists to arrive, I found my self unsettled. I was not fine. My heart was telling me I made a mistake. I kept telling myself that it is a matter of hours and I will be fine soon but the feeling wouldn’t go. The discussion was excellent and I even took part in the question and answer session, which generally makes me feel good with myself. But this time it was not to be so. On way back again I was in jitters. As time passed the sinking feeling metamorphosed into a drowning feeling. Now that the damage was done, I ventured to do some damage control. I tried to take refuge in the usual "it is just the fear-of-the-unknown" excuse, but the feeling would just not go away. Sitting in the car, I called up people who I thought could help. I made frantic calls and as if the weather was privy to the storm in my heart, it even began to rain heavily. But I found myself incapable of absorbing the beauty of the greenery all around or the rain falling on my head, something that I never failed to devour. It was now that the truth of what I had done with regard to the next couple of years of my academic life hit me. The reality struck my senses and I prayed that the clock would turn back by a few hours and let me be a law student once more!

On coming back home I logged on to the internet to read more about political science but found myself running away from it, this had certainly not happened before! I shut my computer and tried to sleep but couldn’t. I kept tossing, turning. The thoughts of having taken the wrong decision kept haunting me. In fact a time came when I couldn’t believe I had actually withdrawn from the Faculty of Law. "Why? Why WHY didnt you follow your heart?", I kept asking myself. Finally I asked myself, "Should I try going back to Campus Law Centre tomorrow and beg them to take me back?" Once such ideas started churning, there was no looking back. I decided to plead, beg, reason, talk to the dean, do anything if they would just take me back.

I again logged on to the net. Found a friend. Told him my problem and we again discussed the ideas. Must say he helped me clear my mind and supported my "sudden change of mind". Then, I tried to sleep, my plan was to get up early the next day and reach the CLC office before the officers would. But sleep wouldn't come. To kill time and to torture my eyes further, I switched on the television and watched "My Wife and Kids".. a nice programme. At last I felt my eyes watering and I slept about 3 with the dialogues I was going to say going around in my head. Now that I think of it, it was much like the mathematical formulae that wouldn’t let me sleep the day before mathematics exam in school days!

Night passed. 7 am and I was up. Didn’t utter a word while getting ready, as if the momentum would break. Declined the offer for breakfast, even water wouldn’t go down my throat that morning! Finally, I took an auto and rushed to CLC. "Cluck Cluck Cluck", went the pen in my hand showing deep anxiety. I reached the office building and found two sweepers cleaning the floor. One of them asked me "What happened madam?", as it was way early for classes to begin. I told him my problem and was greeted with a broad mocking grin and thus came the first of the lectures I was to encounter all day. "Soch ke karna chahiye tha na.. ab to koi chance nahi. Aapko sochna chahiye tha pehle." There went my hopes.

"Kis se baat karu?" I managed to ask him.

"Ab to Professor-in-Charge (PIC) se hi baat karni padegi", came the reply - a suggestion I wanted to avoid since the PIC is the last authority on matters such as these and his NO would mean the end of all further discussion. Then came Mr A, a jolly looking chap who, I presume, takes care of the administrative work for second-year students. After much deliberation, I decided to talk to him since he was the only officer present. I walked up to where he was rummaging through some papers and in a near crying tone, uttered, “Sir.......” and related my sorry tale. As expected, I was greeted with another set of teeth laughing and smiling at me and saying “Lo Kallo Baat.” He then told me to wait as the concerned Madam would arrive soon and I should talk to her. Hitherto began another hour of mind-boggling wait.

The ‘madam’ did not arrive, rather something unexpected happened. The PIC, (saakshaat) was coming towards the office. Mr A greeted him and answered some questions he asked. Thereby he told him, laughing his silly laugh, "Sir, inki problem suniye. Kal admission withdraw karaya tha. Ab vaapas chahiye." Such a sentence, I was sure, would have blocked all doors of reprieve for me, but his smile was such that perhaps the PIC also forgot to acknowledge the seriousness of the issue. (Or as it seemed to me). Government officials and specially college officials are known to 1. Create problems for you 2. Make u wait endlessly 3. Pay you as much attention as an attacking shark would to the pleadings of a helpless swimmer, so any help was good help.

Coming back to the office scene, the PIC then looked at me and asked, “Kya hua?” I repeated my plea.

Kyu bhai, Political Science kijiye na fir”, he said.

“No Sir, I want to do law,” I said.

Hmm. Kab withdraw karaya?”, he asked.

“Yesterday, Sir”.

Hmm”, then he looked at Mr A. and told him to take back my documents. (Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! My heart did a somersault and the clouds of fear parted to let in the warmest of sunlight of a winter morning!)

I couldn’t believe it! As the PIC walked away from the room, I profusely thanked Mr. A, a man whose smile I would never forget! He told me, “Madam, don’t get so excited! Let the other madam come.” “Yahoooooo!!!” I cried in my heart! And outwardly asked him , “So, should I get all my documents?”. “Yes, its better you get them ASAP,” said the noble soul. (!)

Thus I sprinted towards the road. The burden of having erred on such a large scale seemed to get lighter by the minute. Taking a deep breath I took the first auto I laid my eyes on and told the driver to take me to Punjabi Bagh . “SPM, I am coming, to get my documents and bid you good bye!"

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 I am now in second semester.. happily so! Loving the law I learn and enjoying my stint at the campus. Hope the magic continues :)..cheers to my college!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Valentine's Day --!!

Isn't is funny how moments pass and how feelings we believed would stay forever, leave us and move away, making place for newer emotions. What happens to the way we felt earlier? Those feelings vanish or do they remain dormant hidden in the recesses of our heart for the rest of our lives? Just saw some pictures of mine with some friends.. the time, the place, the state-of-mind..how drastically it has changed..boggles me. Then what is it that we say "always"..what is it that remains always when even the way we feel for someone is subject to change over time? 

I know.. not a very nice thought to delve upon on a bright Saturday morning.. a Valentine Morning to be precise. Recently i've come across many people thwarting this day (though not in an ABVP sort of a way) saying that it really doesn't matter to them and strangely enough, all of these people claim to be in love. I really don't understand it. No, i don't preach that V day is to be celebrated no matter what. It is a matter of heart and how you currently feel. But if, even because of a stupid reason, you think you can bring about a smile on the face of the one you love, or go one step ahead in showing you care .. what is the harm? They say everyday is a Valentine's Day.. Hell, I don't believe it! How can it be? Just like Diwali, Holi, your Birthday aren't celebrated each day! Is it everyday you give some gift to your partner? Is it everyday that romance is in the air? Aren't you always hurrying here there everywhere? Yes, ofcourse, there are many other occasions people celebrate as they would a Valentine's day .. but then what crime did Feb 14 commit? If you are against all days, Children's Day, Environment Day, AIDS Awareness Day then it is another matter really.

As i see it, i love this concept, what's wrong in having one more day to celebrate love? Have you ever seen someone not get happy on receiving a gift, a card, a flower a sweet little whisper declaring your love? Then why this sudden estrangement with this day i don't understand.  I like to think of it as a day for lovers.. just a day earmarked as a token for the concept of love.. nothing more. And if you wish you may join the bandwagon, declare your love for the umpteenth time and celebrate in any way you prefer. But this negativity about this day .. only cynics can thrive in it.. We should collect happy memories as they help you in time when you are down and out. Valentine's is just another reason. 

And on this note a confession: I wish i had a Valentine this year.. i wish i were i love.. not just for this day but for all the year round!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Rain Divine



When clouds rule the sky

And blows wild wind,

It is ecstatic how the first drop of rain

Rests itself on my bare skin

 

Soft and clear

The droplet shines

I look upto the sky

Saluting the rain divine



I lie down on wet earth

My eyes open no more

The clouds are thundering past me

Little drops tickle me to the core

 

My mind travels back in time

To all the wondrous moments of past

Like the rain, memories shower on me

I collect as many ..aah fast

 

When life was not so serious

And problems so small

This rain takes me back there

When nothing mattered at all!

 

-Like a kid gazing up at the trees,

Trying to climb and dreaming of a home among the leaves

-Like a little girl, studying her face in the mirror

with eyes full of little dreams

-Like a youthful lover, craving for that one glance

Imagination running to the extremes!

 

In no time, the sun goes back into hiding

Behind a cloud so grey

Droplets have become heavier now

With the ground below its prey

 

It’s dark, deep and lovely

The sky’s dancing in mirth

Thus begins a love triangle

Of rain, wind and earth


Tiny droplets sitting on leaves,

Waiting for a few moments, then come sliding down

look to me like a group of friends

gliding together on a slippery slope!

Coming down they meet the earth

The life of a droplet coming a full circle

 

 

 

 

He was little

He was little

a child of three

with Big black eyes

Which wanted to see.

His eyes kept rolling

Trying to find

A speck of light

In deep design

He felt tethered

Shackles abound

Arms twisted

Knees on ground

But still he wouldn’t

Make a sound.

Questioning mind

Looking harassed

Where to go

To seek solace

And mothers touch.

“Mother o mother”

All he could think

“Where’d you go

Im here still”.

The little child

Confused and numb

Felt up his mother

Climbed up her lap

Therein lay his world

Closed in her warm clasp