Poetry: Cowards We All

Everyone staring at the girl walking across,

stranger but for everyone most beautiful

a stab, an attack on her by another vicious stranger

everyone pass by, turn eyes

stranger is stranger

spur of feelings overflown

the beauty goes overblown

momentous everything in life

eager to indulge in desires

fail to listen to conscious

Coward Me

Coward You

Cowards We All.

कविता: पुलिस

एक मर्द को नामर्द बनने में 
कुछ ज़्यादा वक़्त नहीं लगता है 
जितना बड़ा ओहदा 
उतनी गुना जी हुज़ूरी 

कुछ नेता लोग देश की दलाली में 
पूरी सरकारी मशीनरी को खोखला कर देते हैं 
खुद को तो गिराते ही हैं गर्त में 
पुलिस और फ़ौज के 
कद को भी छोटा कर देते हैं 
मजबूर कर के 

कभी किसी पुलिस वाले की 
मर्दानगी जाग गयी गलती से
तो जितने भी दलाल होंगे 
जो सरकार में रह कर देश बेच रहे हैं 
उनको रौंद डालेगा 
मद से चूर गज की तरह 
हमेशा के लिए 

इस देश को 
एक और आज़ादी का इंतज़ार है 
इस बार चोर बाहर से नहीं 
लेकिन भगत सिंह, आज़ाद, गांधी, सुभाष 
तो चाहिए ही 

क्या पुलिस में सभी कमज़ोर होते हैं 
या अंतर आत्मा नेताओं के हाथ 
सौंप देते हैं
कसम तो देश की सेवा की ही लेते हैं आज भी 
वर्दी मिलने पर 

haiku: Life's Musings

Let your silence gel into mine

Let the bird's chanting begin

Design the Soundtrack for your life!

Poetry: Ethnic Home And My Ethnicity

To get a presence of ethnicity

in me, my life and to make my home

I decided to land on to a new mall on internet

to get something unique, state of the art and soul touching

First item that drew my attention 

was none other than a simply wow flicker

A Wonder Arts Ethenic Pillar Wall Sticker

My mind said that this is something wonderful

It is always good to connect your civilization

background, society, culture, origin to your life

It is always good to have somethings at home

to keep your culture and origin visible and alive

Being cultural and traditional keeps you intact

Having something to display at home the same

keeps life away from superfluous

making it natural, aesthetic and a point to attract

The next in the call was something that hits

the mind, heart and soul

It was out of a large number of items 

to find something that meets my goal

Nothing was far but it seemed

I have to be careful in putting on my hands

on the next item with full emotional control

Well, it is said that there is a deep connect

between culture, God, nature and arts

The whole humanity on this earth

is nothing but a superpower in parts

So what else, other than God's presence

a creation of the nature right from the start

Deciding to go for Lord;s blessings

Karigaari Jali Ashtavinayak Ganesha Wall Hanging

right at the entrance point, on my door

so that it showers love, faith and a deep bonding

with everyone who comes or who is going

And no finally it had to be something special

as the call was for the third and last item

I had to decide on something very near to heart

to culture and to art

So it had to be something artistic piece of work

which was nothing but the

Aapno Rajashtan Peacock Wall Mount With Hand Painted Work

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haiku: Id ego and superego

last day there was a fight among the three of us
me, my shadow and my reflection in the mirror
i told the other two - let us wait till dark...

Poetry: Smile

A blind painter painting
on the roadside
unaware of appreciations
from passerby

Source: www.theguardian.com

A deaf singer singing
in a local restaurant
for some earning
unaware what people say

A young girl at orphanage
unaware of the cool breeze
that a mother brings in life
a solid stand that a father
could give

Why wait and count
for the smiles given in the past
why not 
pat on the shoulder of blind painter
go and hug the deaf singer
give a gift to the young girl 
and play with her for a while
and keep accumulating smiles

A never ending
recurring account of smiles

haiku: Mother India

dot at midnight she shook me by shoulders and asked
why even at 67 do i fear walking alone on the road
why the country's thinking has not gone broad
why knowledge of 67 years has not turned into wisdom
why we still look at others to learn while knowing every solution
why not wake up now and wash up every dirt forever!
what do i say with my heart and mind shaken...

pic source: http://www.tukaramgatha.com/2012/04/abhanga-130.html

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Poetry: A Summer Spent With God

It was not the first time I was in God’s land

It was the first time though

I understood God’s creations

The flowers, the wind and the rains

The land, spores and grains

For the first time I had a talk

With God and its creations

For the first time, I looked differently to situations

I found that every movement, every person

Every bit, every minute

Has its purpose

Every word, every silence

And every smile

Has its purpose

A moment when nature talks to you

A moment when silence has meanings

A moment when nature become poetry

And each moment of life becomes soulful

I walked alone throughout different

Parts – hills, jungles, land, lakes and rivers

Some places were frightful but

It never felt like I was alone

Someone was always walking along

Someone all the time holding my hand

Someone always listening to my silence

Someone always talking to me

In Most soothing tone.

Whenever I got tired someone was there

To lend me a shoulder to keep my head

And have a sleep.

Whenever I got afraid someone was there

To hold my hand and press it lightly

And give me a relief.

Whenever I was missing something

Someone came from the back

And gave me a pat.

The sea waves had a new meaning

To understand

The butterflies had a new meaning

To fly

The flowers had a new meaning

To bloom

The nature had a new meaning

To zoom.

The wind had a purpose in its

Direction and speed

The waves of the sea had a purpose

In its force

The low tide and high tide

Presented a new meaning to life.

The depth of the sea is not in its

Measurement but

The amount of life treasure it allows

To grow.

The purpose of wind in its direction and speed

Is spreading the seeds of life from a space

Of life to lifeless so that

Every place becomes full of life.

I learnt how each component of nature

Lends its hand and helps in full blow

For all the purpose that has intensity

And gravity of meaning in its positivity.

How when a flower is at its full bloom

And its seed is ready to spread

The wind carries it in her lap and moves it

Somewhere far away where earth is

Seeking life.

How once the seed is thrown on the land,

The earth takes it inside her

To provide her all strength to grow

A seed into a newborn plant.

How once wind and earth has done its job

The rains take the charge

To let seed grab some of its water

Essential for its growth into a plant.

How sun and moon, day and night

Take their turn to complete the

Cycle of life and the lifecycle

Of a day!

The whole conversation with

God for the first time

Changes everything in me

And everything around me

That was the summer of my life

That was the summer of my life

http://www.readwave.com/poetry-a-summer-spent-with-god_s60338

Poetry: Life: First Meeting With A Stranger

First time, I met the life

when the day was about to end

The sun was going to sleep 

The moon was rising

and there she was

sitting alone on a corner table

Silent, lost and thoughtful.

The moment I entered, and saw her

It was like a magnet pulling me towards her

and I started walking towards her,

reached her and asked 

Can I look into my eyes?

My first meeting with Life!

http://www.readwave.com/life-first-meeting-with-a-stranger_s60182

Poetry: Dad – Can I Marry Her: Long Conversation – Dad And Son

Hi Dad! I have something to discuss with you

if you have time?

Sure Buddy! Go ahead!

Dad!

I don’t know who she is

And what is her name

Same is with her for me

I don't know what religion

She belongs to, or

What is her Mother tongue

Whether she will be able to understand me

Or not

As we have never talked to each other.

But one thing I am sure of is

The first time I faced her on the road

When she was coming in my direction

And I was walking towards her

The moment we looked into each other’s eyes

I got a message from God

That we are not meant for walking against each other

But together

Forever!

Dad!

I know it might appear quite premature to you

And quite kiddish

But I am serious.

Still it is too early to get a big jerk

So I can move back and close it forever

If you say so.

As if I move ahead

The distance and time will take least

To fill the gap between the two of us

But one thing we need to be clear of

Before I do that

She is just she and I am your son

If I have got the God’s signal right

And if I have grown rightly under your shadow

Then whatever is her religion, language and background

She will be as acceptable to you as me

Nothing less nothing beyond.

Then whatever is the length of time we all are destined

To live together

We will never move back, ever!

Son!

If religion, caste and standards define the life

Then probably God’s message for all would not have been same

All religions talk the same

It is us that we sometimes interpret it in our own way

Depending on the level of selfishness we want to delve into.

I am nobody to decide whether you are right or wrong

I just am meant to guide you, mentor you and love you

You move ahead and take your own call

As neither you nor me know as of now

If you will be successful or fail

But still go ahead

And decide your fate on your own

Where you don’t repent on not taking first step

Towards what you want to do!

And promise not to repent

If you do not succeed!!

5 Things to Work On In Life: Change: Better Self Induced Than Imposed and Forced

Change is inevitable. Change is always encountered with resistance. Resistance to change is natural but there are certain bodies and souls that have always advocated and adopted change as a regular theme of their life. People who adopt change quickly are always admired and well accepted as leaders. Few things that I would like to change in all countrymen for the country are:

Easy Acceptability/ Adaptability/ Fear Factor: Not for good but bad things really spoils a life. Each incident impacts so much on a person's mind that it gets imprinted for lifetime thereby changing the personality altogether. For instance child abuse - if a child gets abused, even if the mind does not accepts it, there is a fear factor implanted in the heart that the things remain subdued and then never get disclosed. Such instances are really really harmful for individual/ society and country.

Peeing on the roadside: I never got to understand why men pee feel intense peeing urge while on the road while women have never or rarely been seen. Probably such things give a proud factor (though a total false one!) to makes feel a small centipede in life as a lion for that instance. The same guys howsoever uneducated or belonging to whatsoever kind of family, get straight, when visit any other country. How?

Gutkas, Beedis and Cigs: Societies determined to progress on their own do not need whistle blowers, policing and controlling agencies. Do we really need all kind of gimmicks and political circus to tackle to this situation? Do we all not know how harmful the stuff is for life and one life is just not a singular entity. The harm and loss becomes a family and society affair. Self maturity is important in this aspect.

Chauvinism: Females are not far behind the males. Chauvinism is not only limited to men these days. Must be controlled by individuals and societies. Not paying any attention is the best way to get it killed to its natural death.

Copism: There is a big confusion in the mind of majority of men in my country belonging to various streams of society and life. A traffic policeman for instance becomes a gutless and tail-less lion on the roads when in uniform. The focus is never on improving the traffic sense and traffic condition on the roads of country but the complete attention is the amount that he is going to bargain in the deal and that is going to be the part of his pocket. A public beating is not a bad idea for these cops to teach them their basic things of duty. Basically it is a forced begging system that is running for years.

Poetry: Promises Are Meant To Be Broken

First night after wedding

Fifth time when you told me

That I have given my words to you

for I will always love you

By then, I was almost half asleep,

just said - "promises are meant to me broken!"

though not on a serious note

and slept.

First morning after first night

I woke up

Your red swollen eyes

And unstoppable tears

Still running in full blow

Was painful to absorb.

What had happened had happened

And it rained that night

The whole night

Just 6 words had burst the skies

completely

While I was asleep.

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