I wish...

Some days I wish not to wish for anything but the other days I just do. That's how it is after all. Isn't it? We have all known what life is for as long as we are alive. But we still don't recognize it, or may be a good majority of us don't. Why is it that this happens? No idea, would be the very first, instantaneous  reaction. And then would start the actual response and that would be a thoughtful reflection. Reflecting upon who I am and what I want from my life. It's complicated, yes it is! But not impossible to understand though. 
                                                             ~ Amritbir 

The Last Day

Once again it's December 31. It has been a ritual to have a seemingly long, improbable and a questionable list of resolutions for the upcoming year. That has been our mantra of ringing in the new. I also put in all the energies and ordered all my mental channels to put their heads together and chalk out something for a way out of the end and rise again from the ashes on the first of January, may be just like every time. It's here that we may fall short of gathering up our own bits that we actually need to carry forward safely while stepping into the new, it's not all ashes after all. We need to have roots first, to enjoy the winged delight. 
For  me the Thirty First of December is the 'WHO AM I?' exercise time and I have been religiously following this ritual ever since I first wrote my blog post 'Who Am I?', way back in 2007. And it's different and distinct in flavour each time, for which I reward myself with a pat on the back that I have not been static and have certainly made a progress towards being the real me. It takes up a whole lot of courage to be our own selves in this world, where each one of us fighting it out to carve out an identity for oneself. 
I have grown up in the last one year, and of course, this does not entail the chronological progress, though that's a necessary evil! I don't look back at this set of 365 with any regret and I look forward to the new one. I believe love is not a past perfect tense, it is indeed a continuous tense. And it is this continuity that binds us with life. 
For all those things that I consider myself answerable to myself, I will continue to abide by them. 
I know what love is and that would continue to stay the same and not just be restructured and rebuilt on the lines of the world of convenience enveloping me. For all those things I am answerable to my loved ones, I will stick to them the same as I have done in the previous year. I'll stay the same in all those ways that restrict me from poking my nose into others' affairs, hurting others to satisfy my ego issues, falling in line with the typical and stereotype gender demarcations. 
I'll just be a bit more of myself making an inch of a progress towards being the best edition of myself.

Beauty of Rain

I wrote my first poem on rain and that too on a rainy day with raindrops falling on the marble floor outside and lashing against the window panes but knocking at the door of my heart to enter deep within. The drops that can provide solace to a burning heart!

A Drop in the Desert

In this world of sands all around
I'm not even a speck
If dropped from the eye
will nowhere be seen then.

ਇਸ ਰੇਤ ਦੇ ਸਮੁੰਦਰ'ਚ
ਮੈਂ ਕਤਰਾ ਵੀ ਨਹੀਂ
ਕਦੀਂ ਡਿੱਗ ਗਿਆ ਜੇ ਨਜ਼ਰ'ਚੋਂ
ਨਜ਼ਰ ਵੀ ਆਵਾਂਗਾ ਨਹੀਂ |

© Amritbir Kaur

Life's Good

"Three things you cannot recover till death - The moments once they are gone, undo the mistakes we committed and the words once uttered.
If there is no second chance, then why in the first place do we learn from our mistakes. To make our future better? To get out of a guilt? All this is of no use if we can't change our past."
Let's think about it a bit.

Life is not a static entity. Life means we keep on moving forward with each passing moment. The stagnant water only gets dirty. Stagnation is death. Even the proverb that says, 'Rolling stone gathers no moss' entails that inspite of staying at a place to gather moss, we need to keep ourselves in action. Being standstill and stationary won't fetch us feathers for our cap. Why would one want to undo one's mistakes when the time is already gone? Look at the time ahead, you still have that in your hands. You can remedy the wrongs words uttered by you. All that you need is a genuine warmth of feelings and intentions, a heartfelt desire to change and a feeling that 'Yes you do care!' And then the magic begins! Stay Positive!
~ Amritbir 

Political Wisdom - a thought

ਸਿਆਣਪ ਅਤੇ ਸਿਆਸਤ ਦੋਵੇਂ ਹੱਥ ਬੰਨ੍ਹ ਤੁਰਦੇ ਨੇ
ਜੋ ਨਾ ਸਮਝੇ ਉਹ ਢੋਲ ਨਗਾਰਾ ਚੁੱਕੀ ਫਿਰਦੇ ਨੇ
ਸਹਿਜ ਤੇ ਸੰਜਮ ਰੱਖਣਾ, ਮੂੰਹ ਆਈ ਬੋਲਣ ਵਾਲੇ ਦੇ ਵੱਸ ਨਹੀਂ
ਸ਼ੇਰ ਦੇ ਗਲ੍ਹ ਨੂੰ ਹੱਥ ਪਾਉਣਾ ਹਰ ਬਿੱਲੀ ਦੇ ਵੱਸ ਦਾ ਕੰਮ ਨਹੀਂ
ਸਿਆਣਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਸੋਚ ਸਮਝ ਰਾਹ ਚੁਣੇ ਆਪਣੀ
ਮੌਤ ਆਈ ਤੇ ਤਾਂ ਗਿੱਦੜ ਵੀ ਜੰਗਲ ਵੱਲ ਨੂੰ ਦੌੜ੍ਹ ਜਾਵੇ
ਪਰ ਅਕਲ ਤੋਂ ਕੰਮ ਲੈਣਾ ਵੀ ਤਾਂ ਹਰ ਰਾਹ ਫਿਰਦੇ ਦੇ ਵੱਸ ਨਹੀ
~ਅੰਮ੍ਰਿਤਬੀਰ ਕੌਰ



I Still Love the Rainbow!

It's not without a grain of truth that a person relives his childhood with his kid/s. It takes just a fraction of a second, a momentary activity that transports you to the world of fantasy, mirth, gaiety, carelessness, carefree world with a charm that can never end with the only condition that you don't let the child inside you die a sudden death devoid of emotions and playfulness. It's as simple as being a kid with a kid around! Believe me that works wonder not only on the kid by keeping him/her in high spirits but also has a magical effect on you.
For me it was just a simple activity of chasing peacocks in the field in the green haven near our house. Running behind the peacock to be in closer proximity, O what fun it was! And did my daughter enjoy! The moment when she said, 'Mom I am so happy you brought me here. Thank you Mumma!' (Of course she said the exact words in her mother tongue, Punjabi); it was like heaven for me. I forgot the whole world around, the dark and dreary realities that surround us, the cobwebs that won't let us be free even for a second and the gnawing evil intentions of the world. I was free, completely free. All that we did after that was run behind peacocks, searching for them behind bushes, running on dried leaves and refurbishing the broken ties with Nature.
The breeze befriended me. And I still love the rainbow!

I wish...

Some days I wish not to wish for anything but the other days I just do. That's how it is after all. Isn't it? We have all known wh...