Playwright Harold Pinter dies

Nobel Laureate, playwright Harold Pinter died on Christmas eve. He was 78 and had been struggling against Liver Cancer. I especially liked the author for his marvellous 'The Birthday Party' (which I read in my post-graduation) - a drama with an underlying message that is as true today as ever. Pinter, considered an author of the Absurdian tradition, received Nobel Prize for Literature in 2005. He has many art pieces - in the field of literature, theatre, films etc. - but  he will be remembered the most for his drama 'The Birthday Party' and 'The Homecoming', both regarded as the finest by the critics.
Visit Pinter's homepage at: Harold Pinter

'A Search' - poem

We have all read the English proverb 'Seeing is Believing'. But we do not apply this in case of God. Probably because we have our tasks or list of wishes that can be fulfilled by God only. At the same time it is not wholly true that we are being selfish all this while believing in something we cannot even observe. This is so because although we cannot see God in concrete form but we can still feel His Presence around us, especially when we need help the most and all the earthly aids have failed. It is then that we realize that we have someone who takes care of us, and doesn't make us feel so isolated and dejected after all. 
I would like to share one of my poems with my readers. I penned down this poem way back in 2001.

When there was darkness all around
When the black sky did surround
When every hope of light was drowned
Where were you all the time?
When nobody was there to lend a shoulder
When tears too did smoulder
When no one was to be the candle-holder
Where were you all the time?
When by words was the heart broken
When nobody else could offer a love token
When all made me lonely and forsaken
Where were you all the time?
Probably You were within me
Guiding and protecting me
Through the tough times You carried me
That no one else could have done for me.

© Amritbir Kaur., all rights reserved.

The Fading Memories

We can call our memories the profit we receive on the investment made or they can prove to be the interest we have to pay out of our pockets for the future. It depends on the kind of the crop we sow. After all, as we sow so shall we reap (as goes the old English adage).

Memories have the strength and ability to change our lives. Some memories tend to fade but some just hang out there, flashing in front of the eyes of our mind every now and then. To some extent we can control our memory - in the sense that we forgot only those things that we want to forget. Moreover, this forgetting is a sort of boon for the human mind. If our little mind were to remember all those things, we would soon be tired of the lingering thoughts. It is only because of this forgetting that life goes on and is as beautiful as it ever was, sans those painful and the remorseful memories - those that we always wanted to get rid off.