Sunday, November 11, 2007
The Journey
The fragrances of the bloom,
The sashaying of the silk of life’s fabric – from delight to doom,
It has been a journey of never anticipated proportions,
The horrors, the smiles, the reliefs, the hopes and unfulfilled as well as fulfilled aspirations…
I would live my life again the same way given a chance,
I hope again I feel no pain, no misery, and no lingering despair,
For it has been a revelation, a mission, and repeated rising after every demolition,
For in this life I have had more joy, heartbreak and hope than I could I ever envision …
Labels: The Journey
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Momentary Indiscretions
I have discovered a quality I thought I never possessed,
The quality to doubt, to despair and to experience regret,
“ISB” gave it all to me,
Now at times I doubt, despair and ruefully regret!
I miss my security, my professional cocoon and my comfort nest,
The experience has been bruising and indeed I have been humbled,
But, in all humility I shall try and bring out my best…
I force myself to remember that I am beyond ruin, beyond doom and beyond these li'le tests,
And hope to - rediscover myself, conquer the apprehensions, and defeat any lurking regrets!
I have discovered a quality I thought I never possessed,
The quality to doubt, to despair and to experience regret,
“ISB” gave it all to me,
Now at times I doubt, despair and ruefully regret!
I miss my security, my professional cocoon and my comfort nest,
The experience has been bruising and indeed I have been humbled,
But, in all humility I shall try and bring out my best…
I force myself to remember that I am beyond ruin, beyond doom and beyond these li'le tests,
And hope to - rediscover myself, conquer the apprehensions, and defeat any lurking regrets!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
WHAT LIES BENEATH
I choose to be me, for I make different choices everyday…
I choose to be a dreamer, ‘cause I conjure new dreams everyday,
I have no coordinates, as I plot a new course everyday.
I have my sights trained on newer and higher peaks, for I conquer myself everyday…
I have great appetite for success, for I do not blink in the sun’s blaze everyday,
I have new aspirations, as I inhale afresh everyday.
I choose not to be anxious, as I knew failures yesterday…
I choose not to be scared, for I conquered fears yesterday,
I know no enemies, for I befriended myself yesterday.
You may say I am a lover, for I love the passing moments everyday…
You may say that I am a traveler, for I keep passing milestones everyday,
I say I am none, ‘cause I only being myself – yesterday, tomorrow and everyday!!!
I choose to be me, for I make different choices everyday…
I choose to be a dreamer, ‘cause I conjure new dreams everyday,
I have no coordinates, as I plot a new course everyday.
I have my sights trained on newer and higher peaks, for I conquer myself everyday…
I have great appetite for success, for I do not blink in the sun’s blaze everyday,
I have new aspirations, as I inhale afresh everyday.
I choose not to be anxious, as I knew failures yesterday…
I choose not to be scared, for I conquered fears yesterday,
I know no enemies, for I befriended myself yesterday.
You may say I am a lover, for I love the passing moments everyday…
You may say that I am a traveler, for I keep passing milestones everyday,
I say I am none, ‘cause I only being myself – yesterday, tomorrow and everyday!!!
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Meaningless
MEANINGLESS
I am stuck with a name and with meaningless existence in an otherwise expressionless world. Slowly I bleed like a half licked tear on a lonely, helpless orphan’s cheek. Half licked by life and fully exhausted by the effort I do try to move on. I stumble from one moment to the next and slip from one day into the next. Constant hope by my side is the dream that some day the slipping will stop and the walking will start. I wait for the day when I can take real long strides to the promised horizon to realize union with the sun and realize oneness with the father and his sons.
I am stuck with a name and with meaningless existence in an otherwise expressionless world. Slowly I bleed like a half licked tear on a lonely, helpless orphan’s cheek. Half licked by life and fully exhausted by the effort I do try to move on. I stumble from one moment to the next and slip from one day into the next. Constant hope by my side is the dream that some day the slipping will stop and the walking will start. I wait for the day when I can take real long strides to the promised horizon to realize union with the sun and realize oneness with the father and his sons.
Sunday, July 25, 2004
No Fear only Anger
Clenched teeth and clenched fists,
I move through time like a faint beam of light moves through the mist.
I feared none and I loved a few,
Now distances are many and loved ones few
A prisoner of my own mind, a sufferer of one's own kind,
what can I do to avoid the fearsome tryst?
Did I do something to deserve the payback?
What can I do now to earn a roll back?
Miseries are many and joys are very few,
Distances are many and loved ones few
Lord I do thank thee for the two little angels,
through them you smile at me and wink at me.
You make me unclench my teeth to let through smiles,
that ease up the painful miles
You mellow me down when they wriggle their fingers into my clenched fists...
Sunday, June 20, 2004
Grains of Time
Grains of time flow unhindered through the space,
between the palm and the incomplete grasp.
Incidents become memories,
many lost to me as my mind spaces gape…
Shouts of frustration become distant echoes,
echoes that haunt and sobs that stifle the beating of the heart,
friends and family around me turn away with ridicule,
as my legs sway and my breathing efforts turn miniscule…
By myself and my old soul mate for company I dwell,
in fear of every passing day counting the numerous threats,
as death stalks us at every turn through health ill kept and evil greed in the people we kept.
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
BEAUTY
Beautiful dawn with the morning dew,
I drew my curtains and saw clouds a few,
I jumped downstairs with unrestrained glee,
to lay my hands on the beautiful creations of Thee.
Fields of Chrysanthemum dotted with weeds of roses few,
smiling and waving their petals at me,
winking and nodding with majestic ease,
waiting to be admired and willing to be plucked.
Still as I look at them in between the covers of my book,
I am overcome with shame and unbearable pain…
As even if the will of God is to pass away,
It is not for us to decorate the grief of else to cheer our day
Beautiful dawn with the morning dew,
I drew my curtains and saw clouds a few,
I jumped downstairs with unrestrained glee,
to lay my hands on the beautiful creations of Thee.
Fields of Chrysanthemum dotted with weeds of roses few,
smiling and waving their petals at me,
winking and nodding with majestic ease,
waiting to be admired and willing to be plucked.
Still as I look at them in between the covers of my book,
I am overcome with shame and unbearable pain…
As even if the will of God is to pass away,
It is not for us to decorate the grief of else to cheer our day
Thursday, June 10, 2004
LOVE TO HOLD YOU
My love as I put you softly to my lips,
take your breathtaking kiss,
You permeate my life,
Making your way into every crevice…
How I long to hold you in my hands,
your white slender waist slithers in my grasp,
in ecstasy both of us burn,
passionate moments fuel your fire and my desire.
I have tried but failed,
I cannot wait for your fragrance to inhale
Life is too short and your kiss too long,
Even in death do we part?
I beg at the same time for you to leave me,
I know you now bitch! Bloody nicotine laden Cancer stick.
My love as I put you softly to my lips,
take your breathtaking kiss,
You permeate my life,
Making your way into every crevice…
How I long to hold you in my hands,
your white slender waist slithers in my grasp,
in ecstasy both of us burn,
passionate moments fuel your fire and my desire.
I have tried but failed,
I cannot wait for your fragrance to inhale
Life is too short and your kiss too long,
Even in death do we part?
I beg at the same time for you to leave me,
I know you now bitch! Bloody nicotine laden Cancer stick.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Nurturing Talent in Adolescents
The scent of a flower is appreciated the most in its bed; similarly the ability of a young and dynamic mind is appreciated best with gentle admiration for its boundless creativity. Nothing is more hurting than non-appreciative elders or peer group unduly pressurizing and stemming the flow of creative talent in the adolescents. It is the gentle coaxing of the lunar gravitation pull that pulls the tide further out on the sands to leave its mark; the scorching heat of the sun only serves to hasten the evaporation of the moisture- the sand that scalds the feet is the result. The boundless ocean of abilities in every young mind can either be pulled to the surface through gentle guidance and timely encouragement or might fail to be appreciated even as an undercurrent by guileless distasteful poking interference of watch dogs keeping a strict vigil.
The human race is blessed with inherent capabilities and creativity, nurturing these requires only a peaceful environ with only an indication or hint to resolve the conflict of the purposeful with the purposeless. One need not teach water droplets the ability to coalesce together, to flow and to evolve. The only guideline that can be summarily offered is the information that the river which loses its ability to flow -starts meandering. Talent has to be infused with fresh inputs from various agencies, especially parents, teachers and peer group for its constant nourishment and has to be protected from the evil of suffocation through underutilization and non receptive environment- human or physical.
The existence of a mirage is essential for the lost nomad as it keeps him going even when there is no residual energy left. The young similarly require a stimulus; they should be allowed to chase their dreams even if it is apparent that futility may be the result. The talented adolescent shall always find a new reason to utilize his untrained skills and shall ultimately perfect the technique through trial and error. The young should not be tried for the seemingly trivial pursuits as the seeds of much greater aspirations lie in the gruel of the trivia.
Try not to err on the side of overindulgence either- as many have suffered ignominy of clueless existence due to undeserving appreciation of trivial spurts of early brilliance. Love, gentle appreciation and constructive directions (only when asked for) are the true ingredients of the wine of success that matures with time spent in sharpening the inherent talent and skills of the adolescent spirits.
The scent of a flower is appreciated the most in its bed; similarly the ability of a young and dynamic mind is appreciated best with gentle admiration for its boundless creativity. Nothing is more hurting than non-appreciative elders or peer group unduly pressurizing and stemming the flow of creative talent in the adolescents. It is the gentle coaxing of the lunar gravitation pull that pulls the tide further out on the sands to leave its mark; the scorching heat of the sun only serves to hasten the evaporation of the moisture- the sand that scalds the feet is the result. The boundless ocean of abilities in every young mind can either be pulled to the surface through gentle guidance and timely encouragement or might fail to be appreciated even as an undercurrent by guileless distasteful poking interference of watch dogs keeping a strict vigil.
The human race is blessed with inherent capabilities and creativity, nurturing these requires only a peaceful environ with only an indication or hint to resolve the conflict of the purposeful with the purposeless. One need not teach water droplets the ability to coalesce together, to flow and to evolve. The only guideline that can be summarily offered is the information that the river which loses its ability to flow -starts meandering. Talent has to be infused with fresh inputs from various agencies, especially parents, teachers and peer group for its constant nourishment and has to be protected from the evil of suffocation through underutilization and non receptive environment- human or physical.
The existence of a mirage is essential for the lost nomad as it keeps him going even when there is no residual energy left. The young similarly require a stimulus; they should be allowed to chase their dreams even if it is apparent that futility may be the result. The talented adolescent shall always find a new reason to utilize his untrained skills and shall ultimately perfect the technique through trial and error. The young should not be tried for the seemingly trivial pursuits as the seeds of much greater aspirations lie in the gruel of the trivia.
Try not to err on the side of overindulgence either- as many have suffered ignominy of clueless existence due to undeserving appreciation of trivial spurts of early brilliance. Love, gentle appreciation and constructive directions (only when asked for) are the true ingredients of the wine of success that matures with time spent in sharpening the inherent talent and skills of the adolescent spirits.
Friday, April 09, 2004
The years that passed have left their trace,
embedded on my tortured soul,
Imprinted on the sands of time- the bullets that passed but left their hole...
I shake the feeling and carry forth,
knowing not what life has in store,
my past imperfect, present seemingly perfect and future tense....
In words are hidden new meanings,
the experience that was, the rhyme that is and the story that shall be...
Try as I might I can't escape the passions or the plight,
of the charm that one's own imagination holds,
call them hallucinations or visions of a sleepless night....
embedded on my tortured soul,
Imprinted on the sands of time- the bullets that passed but left their hole...
I shake the feeling and carry forth,
knowing not what life has in store,
my past imperfect, present seemingly perfect and future tense....
In words are hidden new meanings,
the experience that was, the rhyme that is and the story that shall be...
Try as I might I can't escape the passions or the plight,
of the charm that one's own imagination holds,
call them hallucinations or visions of a sleepless night....
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Ten years away from me
Dwells my parallel life…
I have already spent half a lifetime waiting for the breeze,
to blow the other way
I thought I could sweep the boat through the current with the might of my mind
But now I know it is hard to swim against the tide…
So here I await for spring to bloom,
for flowers to spring forth from the dusts of doom
What could have been but never could be,
I wait for destiny to chart the course as life should have forever been...
Dwells my parallel life…
I have already spent half a lifetime waiting for the breeze,
to blow the other way
I thought I could sweep the boat through the current with the might of my mind
But now I know it is hard to swim against the tide…
So here I await for spring to bloom,
for flowers to spring forth from the dusts of doom
What could have been but never could be,
I wait for destiny to chart the course as life should have forever been...
