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..... Sahar Raman Deep

Sunday, July 31, 2016


What did I know that Christ will come as Mohammad this time?

Poor Women!!!

Men and women are two different species...worlds apart from each other! The way they both think, feel and respond are so different. (I am talking about the instinctive nature, not the well rationalized intellectualism.) I can understand when men say that a woman can never be understood. (Well, women, in that case, seem to be smarter! They never complain. Or, is it that they never had a voice?)

Poor men, how can they understand the workings of a woman's mind? They are created different, with a different chemistry, a different biology, a different logic, and certainly, with a different sense of geography. And the world knows, what geographical disputes may lead to, even among nations! Complete collapse of the system, authority and even the best of policies.

And they blame women!!!

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Babies - The Pure Beings

Babies are so loving that we feel guilty of ourselves for not loving back the same way!!!! What wonderful creations of Mother Nature! So pure! So innocent!!! Exactly the way we were created to live life, with innocence, love and piety!!! Away from any bondage of society or religion, babies belong to the earth. I wish I could become a baby again, and be free of grudges, hatred and anger. I wish I could be Love again... Go back to the state of mind from where I began, gain understanding that the best way to give back is through love, and that hatred can be won with an honestly pure heart!! I wish we could discard all the weapons of destruction, I wish we no more needed the guns, I wish we no more needed to form armies or protect ourselves. I wish we were so innocent that Love itself protected us. We all were friends and did not hurt anyone. I wish we understood religion in their essence and could see the universal in every particular body.

That's like a wish for Utopia which is't unreal.

In fact, such a world exists inside us. We lived and believed in utopia when we were babies. Even as adults, don't we love ourselves? Looking within, we silence every thought that says we are not good, or we are wrong. We encourage ourselves in every way. We care for ourselves, and for those who are extensions of our selves. Just that we could expand ourselves to include the world in us!!! How beautiful!!!


Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Someone Help Me Find Myself....

Someone help me
Find myself...
I am lost.

I am lost
At the threshold of life
I am lost
At the doorstep of love
I can't find myself
I can't see myself
Towards the infinite
I have stopped

My vision has become blurred
I am in abyss
I need someone
Who knows the Self
Who knows
What life is
What it is like
To love without conditions

I know you are there
I know you are
You are
Holding my hand
So as not to let lose
In you I see
The only hope
Of love and life
You are not just a name
Or a body
But a feeling
Deep rooted in the soul....
I seek you
I seek myself
We are one
One Whole!!!

... Sahar RD
March 22, 201

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

A Poem

Only a poem can come out of nothing.. It is made of emotions, and emotions r always there!

..... Sahar Raman Deep

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Celebrating Life

Why is it that poetry today is so full of sadness? It feels like no one is or has ever seen an easy day! Everyone is talking about a broken heart, unrequited love, not cared for emotions, treachery, dishonesty, unfaithfulness and know not what other negative emotions. Is this all that we have come to? Is there no hope for us? Is it all so dark?

I am more concerned about these questions for the fact that poetry in particular, and literature in general is the mirror of the society. If everybody is crying foul, who is to blame? Everybody is a victim, who is the victimizer? Have we become so engrossed with ourselves and our issues that we no longer care who the oppressor is and are taking pride in the blame game? The truth is that it is so fashionable to stand in the line of those who suffer that no one cares to introspect if he himself is not the suppressor.

Well, victim and the victimizer are both a part of our personalities. If at some point we are suffering because of someone, at the same time we are also responsible for someone else's suffering. At the same time, while I do not deny the darker side of human prodigy, I do wonder if the brighter side is altogether missing!

I once wrote on this blog that we should postpone our deaths for a little while and live for the moment. All I wanted to say was that lets stop looking at the forthcoming end and be negative. Let's begin to look at the good things and enjoy what is. There is misery, no doubt, but there is not 'only' misery. There are happy moments too. Let's celebrate them, and celebrate our lives.

.... Sahar Raman Deep

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Silence and Thought

If a person is silent, it doesn't mean that he is not thinking. In fact, the opposite is true. While the mouth is not speaking, the mind is talking to itself. The more the mind thinks, the more the person is observant and sensitive. The more observant one is, more he is likely to learn new things. It all depends on his focus. He may focus on good things, for example creation; or he may become destructive.  The important thing is to think.

Friday, December 18, 2015

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow. 

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year. 

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake. 
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake. 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. 

.... Robert Frost



Creating something new is like child birth; not everyone can take the labor pain!

... Sahar RD

Words and Poems

Many a beautiful poems are lost in language.... Not that the words do not exist, but that they don't exist for the mind!

... Sahar Raman Deep