Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Your voice their world - Recording poetry for the blind


My friend sent me over an initiative that he is currently part of; having people give voices to beautiful words in the forms of poems (theirs or others'), in order for giving the blind people also their fair share of the mystical world of poetry that has existed over centuries. We are privileged enough to read the countless men and women who have put flowing words, painted pictures with them, weaved them into something as deep as poems. Let us extend this privilege out to the blind people as well; let us record our own poetry or other people's works at 
http://yourvoicetheirworld.com/
so they can also indulge in the sensations of poetry. 

A few of my old poems are recorded here, you can check them out :) 
I hope sincerely that this great initiative reaches heights, and that the library overflows with the sounds of poetry. 

Sunday, April 6, 2014

The train journey on this fine spring day

It is a gorgeous spring day. The sun is nice and bright, and the snow has almost melted. I look outside the window and see large empty fields, waiting to raise plants and crops for the summer. The small bodies of water are shimmering due to the sunlight. The ducks have started to wade in them. The geese have started flying back in to their summer home already. The black beauties of horses sturdy and majestic are feeding themselves from the fields. The vast expanse of naked trees await some more warmer weather to become chlorophylled again, after the freezing winters. Streams of water are beginning to flow yet again, with muddy, blue waters. I see a herd of deer basking in the glory of the sun and grazing in the open, a rare sight, of course.



Inside the train, the sunlight's playing hide-and-seek, as we cross trees and structures. There's an elderly couple sitting across from me. The grey-haired gentleman has kind eyes behind his glasses. He takes out a black diary, that has some notes scribbled on many of its pages in black ink. And he takes out a black pen. He starts writing in a cursive font in the diary. I cannot read it, but curiosity gets me thinking, what is he writing? Does the diary contain memoirs of journey's past? Or is it also a note of the beautiful spring day it is today?

The guy who is serving food in the train is a very jolly gentleman. He has a contagious smile, and a happy soul. I love to see such happy people who spread the very joy of life, just by being a part of peoples' lives for this small of a time.

As I am approaching my destination, I am counting my blessings for numerous reasons, one of them being the ability to enjoy a lovely spring day, whilst inside a train :).