Poetry: The winter is coming:Two Soldiers On Each Side Of The Border

"The winter is coming... 
Don't forget to get an extra supply
of Rum and sharing with us
like we did last year
and a year before that", - 
said the soldier on that side of the border.
"Alright", nodded the soldier
on this side of the border.

"The winter is coming...
and so are the elections", - 
said the local political leader
to the huge gathering.
"I promise to fulfill all your dreams
in next five years, if you 
vote me this time too!
The same way I have done
for these five years".
"What rubbish!" someone
in the crowd said.

"The winter is coming..."
conversed two siblings.
"The coziness, the fireplace,
new warm clothes, hot food
and a lot more."

"The winter is coming...
This might be my last year
as my bones have 
weakened
and my all clothes
are badly torn!"
said an old beggar
to his young partner.

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Poetry: My Second Date With God

It is my second date

with God.

We both had forgotten

about our first date

so were pretty

excited, thinking

about a first date

between two strangers

though we both realized later

that we both were mistaken.

I had, though, thought about 

God many a times during

my life, after

I gained my senses.

I had talked to God

many a times,

imaging,

imagining,

in a virtual space.

Most of the time it had

been difficult to differentiate

whether it was a talk within

me 

or with someone outside, living

in another world.

The moment we met,

taking it as a first date,

but in actual a second date,

we both realized we had a 

date before,

but had forgotten

each other's faces

and the time.

The first date was before

God dispatched me to Earth

after stamping me with my

date of production,

and now the second date is

when i have reached to my

expiry date and can no longer

stay here, as nobody needs me

here now.

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Poetry: In The Spur Of A Moment

In the spur of a moment, 
a discord between you and me, 
created ripples in the still water, 
generating rile for the whole life.


The whole universe is transformed 
from infinite love to negligible.

Is there another chance
to revive it back 
and survive?

Poetry: Chapter Of That Book Called My Life

                                                                                  

Empowerment, liberty, freedom,
learning, free mind and mindful
were the words I would have wished
to be part of first chapter of that book
titled as "My Life"
and the first chapter
titled as "My Childhood".
Instead the words that got 
imprinted were totally different
and reverse.

Some books are printed only 
as single copy
and single edition.

No Addendum
No Correction
No Reprint
No excuses for misprint.

Best thing is
to focus on
next chapter of that book
where the pages
are still blank
and ready to
inked with
words.

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Poetry: Journey Of Life With A Ghost Within

Hangover is still enjoyable
with a Ghost within
I fail to kick in the right time
the Ghost not to overpower me
Ghost gives me a kick
every time I get driven and forget
the right path.

Once read a line from some writer
The power is not in staying
thirsty in a desert
but the real power is
to have a pond in front of you
full of fresh water
and stay thirsty and
controlled

I Wish the Ghost
had understood.

The race is on since long
I lose every time.
He wins every time
He has a confidence to win every time
I have a faith in me that 
One day I will win
One day I will be able to kick
the Ghost,
forever!

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Poetry: When I Was A Child Someone Taught Me

When I was a Child
Someone taught me
real learning is not in
getting good marks
but in becoming wise enough
to take right decisions
and 
do right always!

When I was a Child
Someone taught me
Charity is not in giving
a donation
expecting a favor in return
but should be like 
a mother
who gives everything
to her child
in a selfless manner!

When I was a Child
Someone taught me
giving a meal to a poor
for one time
will do no good in his life
but either build a courage
in him to earn his bread 
on his own
or
have courage to feed him
for life.

When I was a Child
Someone taught me
Poor is not who has nothing
to eat
but the one who has plenty
with him
but no heart to share
with the one who doesn't have.

When I was a Child
Someone taught me
a beggar need not be in
torn clothes
even a man in suit
begs for fame
in return of feeding poor.

When I was a Child
Someone taught me
that knowledge 
unlike money,
increases when shared 
and real charity
is like a long term
investment with
God.

कविता: अकेलेपन का अपना ही मज़ा है

अकेलेपन का अपना ही मज़ा है
कभी कभी मिलना भी एक सज़ा है

चाँद  चुपके से 
बगल में चांदनी बिखेर देगा 
हवा की सर्र सर्र सरगम 
कानों में उड़ेल देगा 
कैसे कोई कहेगा तब 
की तन्हाई सज़ा है 
यहाँ तो ज़िन्दगी भर की 
रज़ा है !

कविता: चंद लम्हों की गुफ्तगू

गुम हुआ हूँ या कि अँधेरे का शिकार हुआ हूँ

मैं खुद को छू कर भी ढूंढता रह गया 

तेरे पहलु में बहारों की कमी तो नहीं 

एक मुद्दत बाद मैं भी तैयार हुआ हूँ 

चंद  लम्हों की गुफ्तगू 
इक उम्र की जुस्तजू 
कितनी यादों की लहरें 
कितने बीते दिनों के समंदर 

सबसे पहले तुझसे मिलने की उम्मीद 
सबके बाद भी लम्बा इंतज़ार 
बेइन्तहा लम्बा सफर 
कोई दरख्त भी नहीं छाँव देने को 

कबसे गम है 
कबसे गुम हूँ 
किसे मालूम 
गहरे में उतरे बिना 
गहराई का इल्म 
नामुमकिन है !

10 Things To Do Before I Die: Guest Post: Namitha Varma: Sub Editor The Hindu And A Writer

Recently I reviewed a very small (18 pages) poetry book from Namitha Varma titled My Heart is Your Brothel. You can read the review here. She read my post on Indiblogger in the current IndiSpire topic and got inspired to writer her own 10 wishes that she has posted on her blog. I am re-posting it here so that it gets a space in IndiSpire.

@PebbleInWaters @indiblogger Just read it. & got inspired. Have borrowed your poem's title for my own 10 things. http://t.co/pyLfBCMfRD
— Namitha Varma-Rajesh (@namithavr) September 14, 2014

Above is the tweet from her. Below is her post:

10 Things To Do Before I Die

Glean a baby’s smile

steal a cat’s cuteness

gather the raindrops and make a necklace;

touch the whispers of the wind

feel the murmurs of the stream

drink a bowlful of moonlight

breathe in the sunlight and glow from within;

travel on the sound of the chugging train

sleep on the froth of a rising tide

walk a mile in my mother’s shoes.

If I can do these before I die,

why, death would then hardly count. 

Poetry: Ten Things I Must Do Before I Die

One thing is for sure
that whosoever has come
has to go
But before I go
I have a wishlist to show.

First and foremost
I would like to climb Himalayas
when I am Eighty
To make a record
that is mighty.

Second in my list is a 
World Tour
to visit every place
good and bad
to meet every one
rich and poor.

Third in the list
is a personal meet
with a terrorist
to shake his mind 
and soul and 
turn back into a humane.

Fourth thing in my list
is to finish all the books
that are unread so far
and read again those
that I loved to read
in first go!

Fifth is to spend a
full moon night
in a vast desert
alone
with my better half.

Sixth in the list is
to write so much 
that every search on any keyword
brings my name
on the first page of the list.

Seventh - to revisit all the people
who came into my life
at certain moment
and accepted to be my
guide, mentor, coach or teacher.

Eighth in the list is
to meet top politicians 
of past and present
and ask what right they had
to play with the respect of 
my country.

Ninth wish is to see the whole country
every village, city and citizen
happy and mindful
rich with knowledge 
and 
wisdom.

Tenth wish is to ensure
that all above nine wishes
are adhered to
unconditionally,
and none remain
unattended.

haiku: childhood memories

i wanted you to share on a long drive
your old childhood memories with me
you handed over a pen drive saying - here it is

Poetry: Prayer

Give me power 
for not to count my wounds
but to heal.

Give me courage
for not to focus on my pains
but to recover fast.

Give me Understanding
for not to blame others
but to empower myself.

Give me Learning
for not to become cocky
but to be docile.

Give me humility
For not to run away 
but to stop and take one out of distress

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.

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

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!!