Omnia

Neo-Celtic Pagan Folk Band with Irish, Dutch, Belgian,  Cornish and Persian influences. Based in Netherlands. With the Harp setting the tone for an unique experience, you have Bagpipes, Guitar, Drums and Flutes of different kinds taking us to a different world altogether.

BLACK AND WHITE

Part I

Where have you gone my Black and White room?
creeping inside my head, a long lost memory
of time and tide, yesterday 22 years back.
The grandfather clock chimed once upon a time
the wooden chair rocked back and forth,
I, a child, hidden in the attic
of black and white shadows.
Where have you gone Black and White TV?
traveled the world through your lens,
Byomkesh Bakshi smiled at me
like the very first time, for the last time.
Rusty, my childhood friend,
we are no longer in touch, you know.
Some say, he is now a writer,
as old as the legends of Dehradun.
Surabhi told me stories of her travels.
She opened up my mind
yesterday, 22 years back.
I live now in coloured walls,
yellow, red and green
blue, brown and pink/
My Black and White room
has now gone to the History book
of my heart, my soul.
My Black and White room
has now flown,
free, a bird caught in time.

Part II

Black and White courtyard
I grew in your lap,
my nanny you were
yesterday, 22 years back.
Black and White flowers
where have you gone?
You blossomed in peace
now your leaves have turned yellow,
in the far-away backyard
you lay in ruins.
They trample your gentleness
you sigh for hours and,
finally cry in pain.
But do they listen?
Do they treat you with respect?
Then why do you expect fairness?
Black and White school bus
I, a little child, gaze into my mind's eye,
of books, and prayers and the school motto
now in Black and White frames.
Black and White beggar on the road
how old were you then?
when i tossed my Black and White coins
at your disposal.
I saw Black and white expectation
on your Black and White face then.
Why Black and White memories?
Why must you stay with me all the while?
Why must you bring a smile
as we walk a mile?
I do not belong here.
Now this moment.
I cling to you
my Black and White refuge
away from these colored walls,
away from these coloured madness.
You are my Black and White peace.

And she Burns

So, tell me
did you cry Mr. Jinnah
when you left India?
That smile on your face
spoke otherwise.
Did you miss the fields
the faces, the homes?
So, tell me
Great Britain
did you feel guilt
when you suddenly left
without any apology?
Why were you silent
while its teeming millions
wept, ripped and killed
the very heart of its being?
And tell me
Mr. Gandhi and Mr. Nehru
where were your promises gone?
I need to know
what must India be like
when Pakistan waved her goodbyes
to her dear Sister.
Tell me Mr. Patel
where were our sensibilities
our humane side?
Why did the music stop,
from where birds would fly
every Friday evening?
What "tryst with destiny"
were you speaking of
a midst this bloodshed?
Were we out of our minds
to celebrate when she burned?

The Other Side

And so this crazy world
needs to rest,
just a while, won't you?
And so my friends
how are you?
Hope you are sane. 
I cry.
I am lonely,
no friends, no more.
Who has time for us anyway?
This story, you once told me
of promises never to lose touch
of being there every Saturday night.
Now I drink my beer alone.
That walk we together undertook
do you remember that night?
when You and I drank the Love,
the moon shone, we sang.
It was our last time
for a while,
did you say?
You do not recognize me
you, with your lovers
making love to strangers.
You are not lost, my friend
you do not want to return.
You love the parties the booze,
and lonely musings.
Poetic!
Look at me please,
won't you?
Should I beg, my friend?
Look at me,
your other Self,
the one you left behind
in these city walls,
big talks and lecherous dreams.
Look at me, won't you?