about Geeta

...the seed which was to unfold

Scribbled in Geeta's diaries are numerous lines and verses, which were not written by her - and yet in some way were her own. They were the sprouts of a dormant seed, the trickling drops which were the beginning of a river, destined to flow from a turbulent beginning to the serenity of the ocean...




To my young sisters beginning their journey
by Lind M Horne

She came to me
with the eyes of a woman in rage,
"I feel such anger,
it’s like beating my head against the wall."
What do you say,
sitting behind your desk, bleeding?

She leans towards me
with the eyes of a woman in pain,
"I want to be treated like a person,
like a human being."
What do you say,
sitting behind your desk, screaming?

...endless flow of wasted women,
twisted into shapes without selves
straining to feel life...

"I know", you say
with the eyes of all women.


from anonymous source
While the individual is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty. You can never foretell what any one man will do, but you can say with precision what an average number will be upto. Individuals vary but the percentages remain constant.


The Hungry Road
Along the hungry road,
they sing a hungry song
But I will not be hungry for long.
There is food upon my shelf
But when I just help myself
I can hear a voice that whispers in my ears...

Chorus: The hungry road, the hungry road
We must help to lift the load
Off the people who go down
the hungry road

Along the hungry road
of ignorance and fear
Where life is just a burden to bear
And they need a helping hand
Just to cultivate the land,
Can’t you hear the voice that’s shouting in my ear...

Along the hungry road
of famine and disease
The proudest man is brought down to his knees
Without help what can he do,
So it is up to me and you,
Can’t you hear the voice that thunders in my ear...


Lines from TS Eliot's "Four Quartets"
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now ceases to matter...
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, for a deeper communion

{the bundle of raw nerves} (a world she felt responsible for} {her prison}
{the inexplicable fears} {her self-doubts} {her resentments} {the inner life}
{the flapping of wings} {the cold as steel in her} {her intense independence}
{depth of insights and feelings} {her romantic self} {the hurts and pain}

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