A new sunrise

Let us welcome...

A new sunrise,

leaving behind,

the past mistakes,

days that's unkind. 

The promises broken,

our hurts and betrayals, 

the shame and regrets,

stopping us, from moving forward. 

Let us forget...

Even the jubilant success,

glory of our achievements, 

making ourselves proud, 

by attaining better positions. 

All the wonderful meetings,

building bonds with many,

with some special connections, 

creating beautiful memories. 

So, we celebrate, 

giving farewell to year's end,

in our dances, in our songs,

with loud displays and fanfare. 

The night feels great,

till our energy lasted,

we gather, we share,

all the feelings, that we care... 

Then, the sky spread its radiance,

when the golden sun rise,

making us free of the weariness, 

from all of our activities. 

And we feel the warmth, 

in our euphoric heart,

a new day has come...

It's a new sunrise.

I wish you all a very happy, healthy and prosperous new year 2024.

Body's own enemy

Our body is our friend,

a vehicle that work for mind,

the more we care its need,

better our health would be... 

But there are things beyond control,

affecting ourselves without our fault, 

when the friends become enemy,

there is no protection from within. 

Immunity, a lethal force...

Fight the anomalies affecting us,

infection, inflammation, infestations,

nothing can survive for very long. 

But sometimes things go astray,

a hyperreaction to stimulus unknown,

and then symptoms follow...

That could become mild or severe. 

Be it superficial allergies,

from pollens or insect stings,

or damage to multiple organs,

eating life from the inside.

To become part of the unlucky few,

these diseases are tough to manage,

making us appreciate normal days,

when precautions could have tried. 

So, let's be more aware of our health,

there's always hope, not to despair,

with lifestyle changes and medications,

find ways to calm these hyperactive reactions. 

So that we live a long and healthy life,

for, us human are strong, resilient beings. 

Would you know?

Would you know?

If I don't speak,

when I look into your eyes... 

In those smiles, 

uncertain gaze,

there were a thousand feelings... 

Then you hold,

my hand so close,

assure this anxious mind...

And we talk,

mundane things,

savoring those moments... 

Share those plans,

some future adventures, 

to be explored together... 

Then we cuddle,

watching the sky,

hoping it to last forever... 

As the clock runs,

and the world moved,

we wished to pause the time...

For, words of love,

convey our thoughts,

but we crave those bonding... 

So, you would know...

If I don't say,

when we look...at each other.

Vanishing wasteland

They are called wastelands,

for, they are of no use,

in the language of business, 

they did not generate revenue.

Be the desserts, or grasslands,

riverine and coastal sandy areas,

even the wetlands and mangroves,

with ravines, scrubland and snow covers. 

But, the parameters were narrow,

only serving their own goals,

ignoring social and cultural values,

even their historical connections.

Many are facing habitat loss,

there's also damage to ecosystems,

for, these barren lands were home...

To the rich and diverse lifeforms. 

The vast extending flatlands,

with surrounding scrub forests,

is teeming with unique biodiversities, 

be it tiny insects or larger creatures.

Even the grassland and water bodies,

home to many plants and invertebrates, 

playing crucial role in the food chain,

and survival of life in this planet. 

Ill-informed attempts to modify landscapes,

will eventually have their consequences,

when roads and infrastructures gets damaged, 

forcing those places to be abandoned. 

Only then they would realize...

True wastelands are the lifeless ones,

polluted and poisoned by human greed,

through their unsustainable development. 

Feminine and Masculine

The nature has bestowed,

qualities for our humble abode,

letting us appreciate the beauty,

of ourselves and other's aesthetics. 

It's the traits that we admire,

getting charmed by their allure,

from its attraction, desires are born,

or bring out respect and devotion. 

From time immemorial, 

there was an appreciation, 

for, it was considered divine,

were practiced to be refined. 

The energy feminine, the yin,

empathetic, compassionate and caring,

and the energy masculine, the yang,

confident, protective and logical. 

The divine womb of mother earth (feminine),

the nurturing, generous and vulnerable, 

would complete the cosmic consciousness(masculine), 

embracing the power, strength and its rationale.

So, when did we start to alienate?

Demonize these energies as we equate,

adding words like toxic and conservative,

misusing terms like patriarchy and feminism. 

Society have their fault lines,

ills are not broken by closing eyes,

yet, every principle has to be valued,

given due consideration before discarding. 

Let us be more aware of these qualities, 

not put our labels against its viability, 

for, all of us demonstrates its presence,

when faced with situations and challenges.

Only then....there would be true harmony.

The bicycles

From a preschooler to sophomores,

daily workers to pro athletes, 

office goers or housewives,

all loved pushing pedals with their feet.

Invented as a running machine,

nicknamed as a hobbyhorse,

from France, England and Germany,

modified and promoted, to the masses.

From wooden frame to cast iron,

it changed many platforms,

for every needs and necessities

it became our beloved companion. 

Wheels have always been a factor,

to drive the growth of civilization,

be it transports and communication,

winning many struggles for power.

So, this modern discovery also stars,

in making our generation comfortable, 

though contributions have been silent,

yet, its importance had always been seen. 

But advent of motors and engines,

have reduced its value in societies,

for, easy accessibility of a product,

made it an object of indifference. 

With little glamour the craze do grow,

though soon falls, without sustained flow,

some niche market had them supported,

without interventions, it would miss the targets.

Yes, it's our humble bicycle, 

was part of me during school days,

now seldom seen around city traffic,

having missed its prime, forgotten by many.

Introspection

"Knowing self is the beginning of all wisdom" 

Introspection...

An inner knowing,

a capacity to understand, 

and accept our emotions,

without feeling the guilt,

to suppress difficult ones. 

Building bodily awareness, 

forming deeper connections,

opening up to muted pain and sufferings,

when we achieve clarity,

about the relationship of mind and body. 

When we listen to the cues,

tending to their openings, 

all the heavy feelings get outlets,

without getting stuck inside,

keeping us healthy and happy. 

Introspection...

Let us be mindful,

of our thoughts and behaviors, 

conveyed in our actions,

being in control of our mind,

through our inner awareness. 

For, it will make us better,

regulating our heart desires,

by practicing them daily,

through meditation or controlled breathing, 

and giving due attention to our body. 

Be it our conscience, 

the projection of our consciousness, 

that let us have the rein,

of the various senses,

that influences our response.

The carried whispers

I have many names,

every place, I would change,

like the wind, I would flow,

carrying the surrounding stories. 

I have traveled far and wide,

been trivial or changed the tide,

I was welcomed by curious minds,

with their ears open and wide. 

Be it gossips of housewives,

talking about their town lives,

or the lovers in the night,

sharing passion hidden from sights. 

Be it the mother's lullaby,

calming their child to sleep,

or wishes from silent prayers,

in their devotion and care. 

In the parent's grief,

or their unspoken pain,

families that's broken away,

in the passages of the time.

In the moments of new birth,

at the time of someone's dying, 

those chatters, the cacophony, 

or muffled sounds of missed promises. 

I am your whisper, I carry your will,

I have no direction, or destination to be,

sharing the secrets and stories as I travel,

that need to be conveyed...to different ears.

Imposter

There are days I wonder...

If I am nothing but a pretender,

wearing a mask of diligence, 

to live my life as an imposter.

The thoughts, and impulses,

shadow of my hidden desires,

all have contrary indications,

to the characteristics I aspire. 

Is it all a sham ?

The feelings and emotions,

dreams that I am chasing,

to find my satisfaction.

And I would soon realize,

the futility of false rides,

regretting the choices made,

when left with emptiness. 

Still I have hopes,

that there are ways of finding truth,

even if I don't always practice,

the words I would preach

We all have different thoughts, 

some we speak, some kept secret,

for, once they were found,

it would break the image we created.

In that sense, aren't we all imposter?

Integrity

It's a treasure so rare,

a quality that is few,

a temperament that some share,

a heart that is true. 

Not something money can buy,

or a thing that can be faked,

it has to be earned with care,

not leaving it halfway. 

It's the strength of the will,

the foundation of your character,

that gives you the direction,

to take pride in yourself. 

And you will gain the respect,

from every section of society,

trusted with their requirements, 

being grateful of your assistance. 

But it's not a one time thing,

requires commitment of a lifetime,

like a mountain facing the nature,

be it calm or extreme weather. 

To be just and sincere,

be it our thoughts or action,

standing for what you believe in,

even if it's an unpopular opinion. 

And you will be rewarded, 

with happiness and contentment,

for, you have lived an honest life,

living behind a legacy...to be remembered. 

Gray

What can I say,

not much to convey,

even in your disdain,

it's indeed colorless.

It's been too long,

have lost my sparkles,

in the world of rainbow,

I might have become gray. 

I had my days,

influenced by the urges,

even small momentum,

would have made me stray.

Yet, I ignored the play,

it was never my way,

been too self-centered...

To be part of this game. 

I never swayed,

still it always weighed,

in my thoughts and impulses,

to ever be given away.

Now in the midway,

a forlorn attempt to escape,

from this region of gray,

for, it's never too late.

Beacon of hope

In the darkness of the world,

it comes as a glimmer of hope,

bestowing us with its luminescence,

brightening up our clouded mind. 

In different shades of white,

lighten the path with its shine,

it's like our beacon ray,

in the dark blue sky. 

And it will guide the way,

cheering our efforts every day,

when we come home tired,

while lying out in the open. 

The clouds are transient,

stars too dim and far 

the earth seems dark and drear,

but the moon radiates a serene glow. 

And we stretch our arms,

in our desire to transform,

striving for the vision of perfection,

motivated by our object of admiration. 

The source of our inspiration, 

influencing our dreams and imagination,

let our spirit soar to the heights, 

finally be at the realm of moonlight. 

And our wishes would come true,

the desires and aspirations that's due,

let all the shadows vanishes by the shine,

in the stillness of dark night.

In your eyes

In the dark nothingness, 

searching within my closed eyes,

like a glimpse, an after image,

I could only see your face... 

It was your eyes,

that struck my heart,

lovely and dazzling shine,

from the day we met.

In days of our innocence, 

being shy, stealing glances,

finding courage, going on dates,

bonding over the coffee breaks. 

Have I ever mentioned,

temptations of your eyes,

that entices, and enchants,

the very essence of my being.

Those dark brown eyes,

like a deep dark ocean,

where I want to dive,

to reach the door...to your heart. 

In those depth I could see,

beautiful soul, glowing and clear,

and I drowned in its embrace,

feeling it so close, so near.

It's like a dream come true,

when we look at each other,

been so lucky to have found you,

I would keep cherishing you forever.

Ocean treasure hunt

The vast expanse of the ocean,

no one knows the extent of its boundaries, 

and in the very depth of its bottom,

lies the secrets waiting to be revealed. 

It's deep and dark inside,

no sane man wants to try,

they were aware of the consequences, 

of making light of the dangers.

So they avoid to even venture,

and seek the promised treasures,

maps were drawn, tales were told,

and spread between the sailors. 

There were stories of wars,

between nations for the power,

there were merchants facing raids,

by the greedy, barbaric pirates.

There were many unfortunate ones,

being lured by the mermaid songs,

and they followed being lovestruck,

to the fate of their demise. 

Then came the courageous ones,

seeking the joy of adventures, 

as they solved the puzzles,

that were passed down as legends.

Learning directions, creating their path,

facing their fear with strong heart,

embarking in this perilous journey,

of finding the treasures of lost past. 

Passing through the misty maze,

ignoring the charm of beautiful mermaids,

moving steadfast, through the obstacles,

closing ears to their enchanting voice.

When destination was within their reach,

strapped the gears, for a deep dive,

towards the wrecks of gallant warriors,

bravehearts that fell protecting the treasure. 

With blue eyes, and long fair hair,

mermaids were witnessing their dare,

as heroes unravel the sunken riches,

those artifacts, gold and precious stones.

Unfazed by the wails of dead sailors,

haunting the ship's dark corridors,

bringing those treasures back to world,

creating new lore of their adventures. 

Gender fluidity

We are a consciousness, 

within a physical body,

formless, ageless, gender less entity. 

Yet, in real life...

Our interactions and influences,

forms our individual identity. 

From our parents, 

from our friends,

from the school teaching.

From the media,

from peer pressure,

from the notions prevalent in society. 

So, they ask the definitions, 

male, female or something more,

to enter into any relationship.

When they get more freedom,

some thrills and experimentation, 

letting them create gender fluidity. 

For, now it's more vocal,

spreading like a forest fire

indeed becoming a mystery.

I, too, have wondered,

just as a curious onlooker,

as they open the pandora box. 

For, innumerable thoughts take their wings,

without direction, seeking the unknown things,

losing the path of an eventual return.

And then, would we have clarity ?

To follow things with our reasoning, 

without fearing any repercussions.

Weekend outings

I need a break...

Been working for too long,

to refresh my tired heart,

exhausted from all the toil.

The weekend is approaching,

I would have my rest,

but this time there's a feeling,

to not let it waste. 

The mountains are calling,

so are the oceans,

alluring me with fresh air,

and clear sky to be seen.

So, let me flee,

this city of concrete, 

to a place too far,

that I could reach...with my feet. 

Let me explore the jungles,

relying on my primary instincts,

harvest my food stockpile,

gathered from trees and ground.

Let me lie on the warm sand,

while basking under the afternoon sun,

dozing off while daydreaming,

waking up to sounds of crashing waves. 

Let me hike the hills,

though the treacherous routes,

getting drenched in the rain,

taking covers under makeshift huts.

Taking bath in remote springs,

swimming in those ponds,

having breakfast and coffee, 

while enjoying the scenery. 

And I would welcome anything exciting, 

for the joy of adventure and exploring,

that would bring some spontaneity, 

in this life of monotonous routine. 

I know, weekend is not long,

but with will, anything is possible,

as long as I take the initiative, 

to break free of these chains...of dormancy. 

Misophonia

Melodic music and soft sounds,

gentle voice and calming silence,

how we love a moment of peace,

in the world of cacophony. 

Even in the things we hear,

there are ones we desire to listen,

then are the triggering noises,

which generate repulsive emotions. 

There are many of us suffering,

with this annoying condition,

where the noises that are irritant,

feels intense, exhausting to our ears. 

Like an intense spine-shuddering feeling,

when someone scrape nails down a chalkboard,

or feeling trapped and helpless in places,

with exposures to loud chewing, slurping noises. 

Even heavy breathing is distressing,

frustration of hearing snoring is unspeakable,

this negative feeling occupies our mind,

forcing us to escape the situation. 

And we wonder, Is this a disease,

for our response is in excess,

this feeling of guilt and shame,

prevent us from having many interactions. 

Worry not, it's not an individual experience, 

many of us are in similar stage,

still we find ways, try to adjust,

with a relief...that we are not alone.

Our evolution

How did we arrived...

to be where we are now,

what path we had taken,

when faced with problems,

Who are we? 

An intelligent species, 

have the knowledge to succeed, 

with an insatiable hunger,

to possess, take a lead.

Sharing of the informations,

creating communities and a nation, 

working for constant growth, 

and establishment of supremacy. 

The advancement of civilization, 

from gatherers and cultivators,

is far ahead of the cave people,

that arrived from the African jungles.

May be there were multiple migrations,

from Homo habilis, erectus and even sapiens,

giving rise to subspecies and racial features,

like the extint Neatherthals and Denisovans. 

But millions of year ago,

we had common ancestors,

even more back in time,

we shared ancestry with primates.

The primates were the mammals,

that could only flourish underground,

for, the reptiles and dinosaurs,

were anhilated into extinction. 

Reptiles too took their time,

after coming out of water,

as fishes, amphibians predominant,

with land not having lifeform.

For, life had only prospered earlier,

in the womb of our oceans,

the sponges, trilobites and cephalopods,

it's Paleolithic earth after Cambrian explosion. 

Yet, it could have only been possible,

some billion of years ago,

from the collisions and exposures,

with comets and space asteroids.

It brought the necessary ingredients, 

becoming the building block of cells,

then the miracle of photosynthesis, 

expands the biological food chain. 

From being the elements of universe,

and the molecules within the cells,

indeed we have come a long way,

as a children of the evolution. 

Still I wonder about the direction,

that this road would lead,

what does the future holds,

in the next step of our transformation. 

Multitaskers

They are the multitaskers, 

and proud to be one too,

be it work, read or play,

they manage effortlessly every time.

With a smug face,

use both of their hands

with their eyes and ears,

keep shifting the focus. 

It's an achievement, 

to carry out different tasks,

planning their time management, 

adding into list of completions.

But will they remember?

Exhibit the skills on demand,

if ever the need arises,

for having their utilization.

The illusion of multitask

that are available on demand,

make us lose sight,

with our short attention span.

Being floating on the surface,

never reach the real depth,

become the jack of all trade...

While being master of none.

The forgotten alley

There lies a shabby alley,

at the outskirts of the city,

where no one normally ventures,

a reminder of forgotten history. 

The pavement of cobblestones, 

with brick wall on either sides,

though abandoned, have signs of life,

weeds, climbers, and undergrowth. 

And I visit, once in a while,

an escape from my busy life,

to have moment of peace and quiet, 

savoring the sunset in evenings. 

The place has another secret,

ready to be unveiled in special days,

when the site becomes alive,

with the advent of darkness. 

Shadows appear on the walls,

from trees, animals and people,

that move in a rhythm side to side,

from walls to road, then opposite side. 

The movements are graceful and fluid,

be the sway of the trunks of the trees,

the capricious walks of shadowy cat,

or hop and skip of the children. 

Yet, my gaze was transfixed, 

to shadow of couple holding hands,

as they swirl and twirl around each other,

in this darkness, having a silent waltz. 

there movements have an elegance,

never touching, but never apart,

as I witness their display of love,

filled with awe, in the deserted alley. 

The shadow dance in the rhythm, 

to the music of the soft breeze,

slowly other shadows start to gather,

to cheer the  couple as an audience.

In their graceful dance, I could visualize, 

former prosperous and vibrant alley,

filled with life from diverse places,

with smiles, laughters and chatters 

They are the spirits of the night,

the guardians of this forgotten alley,

that would show me their memories,

inspiring me to have a good time.

Let the game begin

Let the game begin,

between the clashing team,

and the spectators cheering,

for their side to win. 

With planning and preparations, 

making some of the predictions,

opponents gather in the field,

for taking the initiatives. 

Pressures are felt,

it's an important event,

the mood of the nation changes,

as it is being broadcasted. 

People watched with bated breath,

as they fought for achievements,

out of two, facing each other,

only one would attain the glory. 

They had fought many battles,

with teams from around the world,

finding success, where many failed,

by infusing their blood and sweat. 

Pride collides, the valiant clashed,

the challenge was big this time,

but the favorites have their chance,

for, they have the home advantage. 

And the stadium is stuck with awe,

when final announcements were made,

the host clinched the victory,

from the jaws of defeat. 

.

..

...

Ah, my wishful thinking !!

In my silence...

In my silence... 

I spoke,

of innumerable thoughts,

left untouched,

in crevasses of heart.

Engulfing proximity, 

bringing agony,

flare-ups coming,

ready to burst. 

In those whispers,

emotions do rise,

swelling of the stream,

from the dried eyes.

Difficult to calm,

this turmoil inside,

memories come flooding,

from past untied. 

In my silence... 

I have my protest,

of unfair circumstance,

the unfulfilled desires, 

bringing disappointments. 

In the anguish,

feeling of hopelessness, 

I stopped caring, 

surrendering to my fate.

Courtesy

Being respectful and polite, 

don't harbor scorn or pride,

when interacting with fellow person,

learn to have a heart that's kind.

It's like a gentle art,

having a wonderful impact,

on the flow of conversations, 

of forming trusts, building connections. 

Not a mere pretense, 

you have to make some sense,

by displaying sincerity and care,

while being truthful and be fair. 

Lot of disagreements and discontent,

could be dispelled by this magic spell,

with the manner of your engagement,

making sure that feelings aren't hurt. 

Regardless of wealth and class,

treat equally your fellow human,

you don't need any reasons for behaviors,

it should be embedded in your very nature. 

So, let's learn the tact and chivalry, 

become decent in our diplomacy,

it's a skill signifying good upbringing, 

blessing us success in every dealing. 

© Dr. Manish Rout 

Be my lighthouse

Lost and alone,

looking for the directions,

a place of comfort,

to keep me safe in this darkness.

Towards the horizon,

I would gaze...

No end of confusion,

surrounded by the haze. 

Overshadowed by the clouds,

being dull and gloomy,

in this obscurity, 

feeling so lonely.

So, hear my call,

become my hope,

guide this ship,

through the shrouded night. 

And I would brave the storm,

swim towards your location,

when you shine your lights,

as a beacon on the shore.

Hold me in your arms,

warm me with your heart,

for, you are one and only,

my personal lighthouse.

I am... Am I?

I am,

the culmination of experiences, 

from upbringing and learnings, 

with imagination and creativity,

emotions, feelings and desires,

assimilated within this heart. 

I am,

as an individual,

being part of a family,

with its class and beliefs,

their aspirations and needs,

influencing my every action. 

I am,

what I perceive, 

through other's eyes,

their opinions and advices, 

molding into an illusionary image. 

Am I?

The person of their thinking,

with commitment and responsibilities, 

that governs the directions taken,

for the decisions to be made. 

Am I?

The one that was meant to be,

being blessed with a beginning, 

exposing these stimuli to my senses,

developing connections with the surrounding. 

Am I?

Truly answering to my consciousness, 

not swayed by the pretentiousness, 

while building these bonds over the time,

by sacrificing the freedom...of my soul.

Subh Deepawali

Deepawali, the festival of lights,

the home and streets illuminating,

with rows of earthen lamps,

the ground is decorated with rangoli. 

It's a day of celebration, 

triumph of good over evil,

seeking blessings from deity,

for the happiness of loved ones. 

Cleaning houses, clearing minds,

We prepare, welcome the divine,

through our worship and devotion,

wishing for wealth and prosperity. 

In this auspicious day, 

friends and family celebrate, 

with greeting, gifts and dishes,

that pleases heart and our belly. 

It's indeed a joyful occasion,

of meetings, and working together,

and we chat, we laugh, and play, 

even crackers, provide an adventure. 

In the boom, burst and bangs,

momentary shines and radiance, 

with the sweets and snacks,

with our family, spreading the warmth. 

May we keep this light, 

even in the darkest of times,

bringing hope, lightening up mood, 

like rows of diya, in our path. 

SUBH DEEPAWALI !

Voices of nature

Beyond,

the wailing winds,

screaming creature,

cautious wildlife,

fallen in despair...

Lies,

a beautiful balance,

of prey and predators,

fighting for survival,

and become heritable. 

But,

we brought disharmony,

for our needs and pleasures,

that brought pain and destruction,

to every existing lifeforms. 

Listen,

to the masked voices,

within the rhythm of creations, 

that captivates and attracts us,

towards the magic of the nature.

Future planet

What our future would look like,

we all have wondered sometimes,

it was one of those days, 

browsing through the net,

and I got sleepy, almost drifting away,

to a place unknown, in another dimension. 

It was a beautiful place, 

with broader, cleaner roads,

different plants, scrubs and trees,

displaying greeneries at every corners.

With an absence of people and animals,

and vehicles for the navigation,

empty were the surroundings,

except for the robotic structures. 

There were cameras everywhere, 

placing everything under surveillance, 

I was a bit scared of the scene,

as if transported to post apocalypse. 

It's just an irrational thought, I reasoned,

was supported by a voice, in unison, 

there was no one to be seen outside,

just a gentle, soft voice...inside my head.

" I welcome you, dear traveller,

hope this journey be comfortable, 

let me present you future earth,

managed by us, the overseers."

I was nonplussed, bit surprised,

but my instinct said to comply,

and I followed it's instructions,

to move around around locations. 

Swiftly many robots came,

taking me to different places,

be the residential areas for people,

professional sections of artificial workers.

The city was organized into sections,

that's strictly governed with restrictions,

yet the human societies could travel,

to different continents on occasions. 

Every location had its borders, 

with continuous monitoring by overseers,

the concept of nations had been broken,

there were no race, creed or religions.

There was a central body like UN,

managed jointly by AI and human,

everyone have certain task provided,

to contribute and prevent boredom. 

I saw many people, having fun in groups,

there were also cyborgs, working in institutes,

no school or universities, information could be transferred, 

through chip attached in head, connected to internet.

Every vehicle could fly, some antigravity mechanism,

so, interplanetary travel was common, small colonies in Mars and moon,

it was such an advanced civilization, 

made me happy for our species future. 

Yet, it became a short lived dream,

for, I asked a simple question,

to show me the oceans and mountains,

the flora and fauna of present day.

The voice sound become serious,

answered me after a long pause,

by showing me the videos of past,

a planet devastated by nuclear war.

The oceans were heated, fishes died,

rivers were poisoned, animals starved,

but the AI and scientists had prepared, 

isolated the cities, and some biosphere.

Cleaning of rivers, revitalizing mountains,

saving the forests, reclaiming farmlands,

working tirelessly, ensuring the survival,

for reconstruction and restoration of life on earth. 

I was aghast, heartbroken,

rue the stupidity of us human, 

the voice comforted, gave me hope,

I still have time, to change the road.

With that, it gave me a gentle push,

I fall back, lying on ground,

opening my eyes, I stood up,

only to be welcomed by my room.

Era of learning

In the ancient times of bygone era,

kingdoms flourished on land of Bharata,

there were many gurukuls and mahaviharas,

as schools and universities, places of learning. 

The monks, sages were so wise, 

students too eager for mental exercise, 

coming from different walk of society,

and far away from their homeland. 

To acquire the knowledge present,

written, memorized within great minds,

and find their path of enlightenment, 

by understand mysteries of the universe. 

There were no wars and conflicts,

rather debates about nature of reality,

different sects like Jain, Buddhism and Veda,

or the materialistic philosophy of Charvaka. 

How great would have been that period,

eminent thoughts clashed with their reasoning,

involving arguments and many convincing, 

in their journey of seeking truth of life. 

When genuine questions were raised, 

sincerely listening answer being responded, 

instilling curiosities in the masses,

making them mindful of their existence. 

So I wonder about that historical era,

which had positive effect on its people,

for, it was during those times,

intelligence was not considered divine... 

Neither the fear of judgements, 

nor relying on lies and foolishness, 

we could have found wisdom in everyone, 

from revered sages to the common man.

Chiranjivis - the immortal beings

Let me tell you a tale,

of Chiranjivi, an eternal being,

legends that had been passed down,

woven in stories of ancient scriptures. 

The number may varies,

some say eight, and others nine,

the one who were blessed or cursed,

to remain alive till end of yugas (era). 

Ashwatthama, Mahabali, Vyasa, Hanuman,

Vibhisana, Kripacharya, Markandeya, Parshurama,

Jamabavan, of the itihasa Ramayana,

are being proclaimed as immortal men...

And I wonder about the belief,

are they indeed real personalities,

or part of human characteristics, 

that are conveyed through stories.

Ashwatthama, the son of Drona,

the cursed being, born out of anger,

King Mahabali, ruler of asuras,

got the boon for his pious action.

Veda Vyasa, composer of Mahabharata,

represents knowledge and wisdom,

Lord Hanuman, devotee of lord Rama,

given the responsibility to look after people. 

Vibhisana, brother of king Ravana,

granted boon to guide people towards dharma,

Kripacharya, royal teacher of Kuru Dynasty 

would become the leader of rishis in kaliyuga.

Sage Markandeya, symbol of great devotion,

that lord Shiva himself protected him from Yama. ( God of death)

The avatar of Vishnu, lord Parashurama, 

given the role of martial guru to the final avatar. (Kalki)

So, let's inherit these qualities,

and avoid the negative entities,

by seeking knowledge and wisdom,

be pious, have love and devotion, 

being courageous and brave in action,

while following the path of dharma. 

Rich man and his friend

There lived a rich man who loved gold,

He adored the beauty of glorious color,

from yellow painted home or cars,

to the multiple jewelries that he wore.

He was thoughtful and cared others,

and had become an inspiration, 

for, many of his friends and families,

looked up to him with an admiration. 

He organized many parties,

fund all the expenditures,

as he had plenty for spare,

that he just loved to share.

Having friends brought him happiness, 

so, it was a small price he paid,

everyone had fun and made merry, 

while enjoying each other's company. 

But one day he was called,

by one of his close friend,

to visit their home for the dinner,

his wife had requested a get-together. 

And rich man obliged to his desire,

brought extravagant gifts as a gesture, 

driving in his most expensive car,

displaying the costliest of jewelleries. 

Rich man arrived at an abandoned lot,

that was shown as his friend's home,

but he started doubting friend's intention, 

finally asked to reveal the reason. 

Friend's wife got jealous of his riches,

desired the gold for her greed,

so, the friend hatched a plan,

to kill him and loot his possessions. 

The rich man felt sad, disappointed, 

his trust on others had been broken,

for, money do make anyone blind,

some do fall for evil kinds.

He did some quick thinking,

told his friend that he was faking,

original gold jewelries kept in his house,

so, requested him to take him home. 

His friend accepted the proposal,

blinded by greed, took him back,

he knew the rich man never lied,

and there was some guilt he felt.

Rich man went inside and locked the door 

warned his friend to never return,

if he ever showed his deceitful face,

would get locked up in prison for his heist. 

Inspired by Indian folktale Panchatantra story of " Monkey and Crocodile"

Seasons personified

Change is universal, 

law of our nature,

so, let's welcome life,

with our changing seasons. 

Vasant, Spring of Chaitra and Baisakh,

arrives like a young newborn,

with its soft hands it explores,

the happy faces of people around...

birds would sing happy song,

and we celebrated it as a festival. 

Grishma, Summer of Jyestha and Aashaadha,

and we find the older child,

joyful, giving warmest of smile,

while playing under the sunshine,

searching treasures, collecting insects,

fruit, juices were satisfying his appetite. 

Varsha, Monsoon of Shravana and Bhadrapada,

brings in the rain to parched lands,

as the teenage boy run outside,

ready for adventure, drenched in open,

running along the wet grasslands,

bringing joy and worries to it's people. 

Sharad, Autumn of Ashwin and Kartik,

make the young man a bit mature,

facing the struggles, learning from mistakes,

has become more responsible in action,

his mind is open like the clear sky,

with a goal to reach the stars. 

Hemant, Pre winter of Agrahayana and Pausa, 

the grown up adult have seen failures,

yet, he remains in the pleasant mood,

while dealing with different situations, 

for, he desires happiness and peace,

from small pleasures in his life. 

Shishir, Winter of Magha and Phalguna,

wearing woolen cloths, he sat on bench,

as a old man, he had seen a lot,

experiences he had, gained some wisdom,

now waiting for his time to come,

as the cold wind dries his throat. 

He walks back, to warm home,

as family reach him to welcome,

a little more time, his only wish,

till the arrival of a new life...next spring.

In the moonlight

In the stillness of night,

I gaze at your sight,

mesmerized by the shine,

an image of the divine. 

And I imagine, a beautiful maiden,

an image of her alluring presence,

that is etched on the surface,

looking tenderly from the moon. 

Oh moon, show me my lover,

let me hold her and dance together,

and the breeze flows between us,

in the music of nature's symphony. 

Her face illuminates when we walk,

as she radiates the charm of the moon,

her light is like a gentle caress, 

that fill my heart with the warmth. 

When I gaze into her eyes,

I could see the reflected stars,

as if the universe is giving a sign,

that love within knows no bounds. 

In the darkness, the two bodies,

joined in passion of the night,

heart beats with the rhythm of romance,

that were connected beyond this realm. 

Like an illusion she came to me,

enchanting me with her magic,

two worlds drawn by an invisible string,

that connects the soul, as a guiding light,

Under my beloved moonshine.

Arrival of the dawn

The dark sky,

changes colors slowly,

a faint gray light,

break through the clouds. 

The lone bird calling,

announcing the arrival,

welcoming were the breeze,

flowing through the trees. 

The flowers are awakening,

greeted by the dew,

small guests come calling,

in the search of nectar. 

The earth hushed and still,

waiting for its gentle touch,

as the world, wrapped in sleep,

are waiting for the divine glow. 

Lo behold, the morning twilight,

crept across the silent sky,

wondrous transformation begins,

with the arrival of sunrise.

The door of time

A continuation from my story " The hidden room".

There lies a hidden place 

behind the mirror of an empty room,

small passage opens to the doors, 

a key sealed in a mysterious box. 

The seals were there since ancient time,

protected within a temple of Maa Kali,

it was stolen, sold to a unknown traveller,

who had kept it as his treasure. 

But he died, new owner came,

discovered the box, took the key,

ignored the warning, used the key,

to open the lock of space time. 

It was a semi circular lock, 

turned both clock and anticlock wise,

So, they first tried it clock wise,

to open the door, see the inside. 

It went all dark, as if in space,

they have transported to a new place,

a girl was running towards her mother,

with long hair, a beautiful damsel. 

The house seemed familiar with changes,

it was their own, but a different time,

surrounding changed, bigger houses,

and modern gadgets adorn the place. 

As they surveyed the room, they realize,

it's the future of home, they were living,

but no sign of them, in that house,

only a old photo of them as wall hanging. 

Confused, they tried other means,

but suddenly thrown back to reality,

of him holding the key  starting the turn,

this time trying anticlock wise. 

And they were thrown back to past, 

when the place was a open ground,

still not purchased, placed for sale,

they wondered if they could purchase. 

And they find a young traveller, 

with army uniform, there for a stroll,

he seemed familiar, an old face,

younger version of his uncle from father side. 

Now they knew what to do,

met him in person, show the land,

requested to buy it for future house,

giving him some advices in return. 

And they vanished, not knowing his answer,

But they understood, divine mother's will,

everything happens for a reason,

no one can change the flow of time. 

So, they locked the key in to box,

build a temple for Divine mother Kali,

placing it beneath the idols feet,

hide it forever from anyone's sight.

The hidden room

It's such a beautiful dream , to own our home.  Not the house we are living in rent  but our very own dwelling, which we could decorate, furnish and plan the way we want. 

But, the high prices have made it difficult for me to even think of buying a new one. With my salary and responsibilities, it's difficult to manage budgets, so EMI is out of question. 

I, Amit have been working as a technical assistant in a college for last 6 years. Salary is not much, but enough for our family of 3, including my wife Shreya and daughter Preeti.

So, it came as a pleasant surprise when we received a call from a lawyer asking us to meet him about my uncle Rohit, who lives in the outskirts of our city.

" What does the lawyer said?" My wife Shreya asked with a frown forming on her face. We are simple people, so legal matters scares us.

" Oh, he told that our Uncle had died and had left something for us in his will." I replied, with a smile. 

We were not that close with the uncle, only meet them on some occasions or wishing them in festivals. He was retired army person, with pension, alone after his wife's death and his son settled in Canada. 

" He asked me to meet him tomorrow for some legal papers and other procedures." I informed her, while wondering what does he want us to have. 

He was old and going ill in last few days, even his son too visited him. He is a nice guy, very polite whenever we met. So, I just hoped that he doesn't have any issue with the will. We have met uncle few days back but the news of his death came much later.

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" Good morning Mr. Amit, glad you could make it." The lawyer said, " now that you two are here, let's read the will" 

" Hi, Nihar, it was really sad to hear about Rohit uncle, hope you are doing well." I greeted Uncle's son Nihar.

" I am okay Brother, it was too soon. I could be there more for him. Thanks for visiting him when I was not here. It meant a lot to him. " he replied. 

" So, I am reading his will. He has divided his properties into bank savings and house. The savings will go to his son Nihar and house will go to nephew Amit." Lawyer explained.

" Nihar, don't you want the house." I felt guilty.

" No, no its okay. I haven't lived there anyway. My father always said that he wished you to have this home as I will never come back to India."

" I will take care of it as uncle would have." I said with sincerity while feeling excited. 

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" Why have you brought us to uncle Rohit's house?"

I have brought my wife and daughter with me to the house to give them a surprise. I haven't still told them about it yet. 

" Come with me, you will know soon" I said hiding my joy. I opened the gates with my keys and then opened the door.

As she entered the empty house, my daughter started running around. 

" Preeti, you shouldn't run in someone else house like that." Shreya stopped her.

" Don't stop her, she will now run here everyday. It's our home now." I said delightfully.

" Shut up, seriously?" She stared at me with a shocking face.

" Yes, from now it's ours" I answered.

" Lets plan how we wanted our house to be" Shreya smiled and declared.

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It's been a month since we have settled in our new home. I still can't believe me luck, but I am enjoying every minute of it. We have left uncle's room as it is. But using other two rooms for ourselves. It was going alright, until today morning. My daughter went missing!

" Amit, where she has gone, she was only playing inside our house. " Shreya panicked. 

We have searched everywhere, even checked the doors and windows. The outside gate is also locked. 

" Lets check uncle room" I suggested.

" I had checked it, it was open so I thought she might have entered there but it was empty." Shreya replied.

" Still that is the only placed I haven't checked. You might have missed something." I said and went inside.

The room was big and had a door opening to our backyard. But it was locked and windows were sealed. The bathroom was empty, there was nothing in the house, except for a big wall mounted mirror. There was something odd about the mirror. 

" What are you doing?" Sreya asked with a puzzling expression. 

" This mirror, it has some kind of hook on its side, let me check it." I answered.

And the hook turned, the mirror slid and a passage appeared behind it. 

" This path, may be Preeti too? " Sherya questioned.

" Lets enter" I said.

We enter this small passage that open to a small room. It had a study table and chair, small boxes and wardrobe. 

We rushed to the wardrobe, and opened it. There was Preeti sleeping and a box in her hand. 

The box had special carvings, and mysterious aura around it. Shreya hold Preeti, brought her out as I took out the box. What was it?

When opened, it had a key, to the small door on the wall. There was a letter, written in sanskrit.

" What is it, what's written on the letter? Shreya took the letter from me to read. 

She could read Sanskrit, and read it aloud.

" Here lies the key to the dimension of time. You are warned to not touch it, or you will regret it forever."

Home and homelessness

Home, not just a roof over our head,

but a place to find peace and rest,

it's where we feel safe and secure,

and make memories of a lifetime. 

It was our desire since old days,

to have an ownership of a stay,

with limited residents, more space,

everyone could have their own place. 

But now, it's a lot of competition,

as the population rises, and family tensions,

joint families broken into nuclear ones,

everyone demanding their own share. 

A game of demand and supply,

pushed the market into heavy price,

people were greedy, started holding,

government policies too preferred profits. 

Many fall behind in this race,

got frustrated and distressed, 

letting go of wishes, falling in despair,

pushing them into cycles of humiliations. 

Some went to sleep on streets,

facing the cold and the heat,

With dirt and stench that surrounds,

exposed themselves to scorn and disdain. 

Desire for freedom and independence, 

broken connections and grievances,

some had bad luck or wrong choices,

that brought a spike in homelessness. 

Even the policies are not helping,

the economic downturns are exhausting, 

getting difficult to retain positions,

facing the major brunt of inflation. 

There's a need to change our outlook,

make houses as a rights than product,

monitoring prices, creating societies,

providing people with basic dignity. 

A secure environment is essential,

for increasing people's living standard,

so they could finally invest themselves,

in the economic growth of society. 

Or we could protect strong bonds,

and value the love, trust and support,

as a part of family and community,

to avoid separations and homelessness. 

So that we don't have to fall in spirals,

of earning money for loan and mortgages,

just for that sense of belonging...

in our own sweet home !

The scream

Browsing through famous paintings,

there are many that pique my interests, 

admiring the pictures on the canvas,

I marveled their creative talents. 

Not as an art enthusiast,

but as a curious onlooker,

one such display caught my attention,

a ghoulish figure screaming in tension. 

Titled "The scream" by Edward Munch,

it had a captivating touch,

with an intensity of colors,

bringing out the artist's emotions. 

It does invoke strong thoughts,

of stress, fear and apprehensions, 

while the surrounding seems to dissolve,

from reality into the character's imagination. 

The bloodred sky towers over others,

while orange gets competition from blue,

as the land and river gets overwhelmed,

from dull yellows and purples of the figure. 

The path, people, surroundings,

gets absorbed and vanishes,

only the feelings are magnified,

as if the nature is screaming along.

Was I right, am I wrong?

Was I right,

am I wrong?

Would it be my fault,

for initiating, taking actions. 

We learn from mistakes,

committed by our choices,

but fear of accusations,

stop us from even trying.

It's good to be careful,

follow steps with caution,

Still we are scared of failures,

losing the trust of others. 

Was I right, 

am I wrong?

What does the future store...

After choosing my options. 

Would I be left wondering,

in professional, or personal affairs,

by becoming too proactive,

or not involving too much. 

The fear of consequences, 

stop us from leaving status quo,

yet, nothing would change anyway,

by letting the opportunities go.

Happy Navratri

Let the beats take control,

close eyes to the rhythm,

soft melody would then flow,

immersing ourselves in evening glow,

and we dance to the divine music,

that brings out the ethereal spirits,

to join this blissful gathering,

the convoys of soulful compatriots. 

In those smiles and the laughter,

forming group of friends and strangers,

helping inexperienced to follow instructions,

to create a symphony through cooperation, 

witnessing the beauty, feeling the pulse,

those swing, turns, steps in motion,

while singing the praise, through devotion,

the glory of our mother, this Navratri. 

So let us imbibe, the mood of the nation,

a festivity of music, prayers, moderation, 

we celebrate blessings of divine femininity, 

through these nine nights of reverence. 

Happy Navratri to all.

Where would a bird go

Where would a bird go,

if the nests are gone,

the shelter was broken, 

no place to rest or forage,

even the little are contested,

with strong and powerful. 

When predators are loved,

and allowed to propagate,

not facing nature's hardships,

of starvation and injuries,

to be free to hunt on instincts,

without taking responsibilities. 

What would placate their hunger,

with the poisoned weeds and insects,

secured fruits or seeds behind walls,

and undesired trees being removed,

for building a concrete structure,

to house the needs of human. 

How would they cope,

without any compensations,

the activities that take away,

any means of their survival,

even the gallant wings of their warriors,

won't save them from eventual extinction. 

Why should it be their fault, 

for being the lesser creature,

having no value to our needs,

their presence in the world,

but they will fight till the end,

unaware of the upcoming dangers.

Phenomenology

A science of phenomena,

that study things around us,

be it living or non-living,

that gives our life meaning. 

To immerse in the world,

of what we are doing,

than being occupied,

in what's our thinking.

As a human, we have encounters,

having positive or negative affection,

for that moment, it's our feeling,

yet, it's not our experience in totality. 

Let it be work or relationship, 

going through many ups and downs,

getting impulsive, making mistakes,

might cause us to have a breakdown. 

Seeing the larger picture of life,

our relationship with these elements,

with a clarity, value their importance,

the things that matters, when it matters. 

Let's explore this idea of phenomena,

and study the things itself, 

be it a novel, friends or workspace,

without any dogmas or preconceived notions. 

So that these observations, 

brings the insights among us,

we could truly be aware of everything,

that provides meaning to our life.

Hypnogogic fusion

Am I alone?

In this ethereal space,

surrounded by the mist,

or shadows of forgotten beings... 

Slowly adapting to darkness,

looking at those faces,

things lighten up to twilight glow,

and then the consciousness flows.

Different state of mind,

sadness, anger and joy 

I could experience them all,

the longings and taboo pleasures. 

As a child, with my pet dog,

on the cloud, looking at the town below,

or an old man, reminiscing youthful days,

of flirting, teasing or getting laid.

A middle-aged woman, admiring in the mirror,

The smooth skin from teenage years,

or a school girl, fantasizing lovers,

standing above everyone displaying power. 

Like corruption, or impurities, 

thoughts were unwanted or ignored,

out of guilt or regrets, hidden away,

from the probing eyes of the society. 

But here, they seem free to flow,

in this dreamy state of world,

where they are connected with others,

or do they, and not play of my imagination? 

My alert senses slowly fading,

as if being fallen under a spell,

and they kept luring me in,

to the play of their secret emotions.

With a jolt, I opened my eyes,

still drowsy from that exposure,

what was that all about, I wondered...

Like being transported to another dimension. 

Let's go for a hike

In the hustle and bustle of the day,

we might have lost our way,

bringing out the effect of stress,

it's a price we are willing to pay.

But there's a world out there, 

waiting to be discovered and shared,

that would take away the gloom,

by escaping from our routine affairs. 

So, come on, let's go for a hike,

in the nature's trail, explore the wild,

the trees will whisper, birds would sing,

we breathe in fresh air, feel sun on our skin.

Let's leave our troubles behind,

and connect with mother earth,

as we climb the hills and mountains,

and cross lakes and rivers. 

The world is waiting, let's go hiking,

there's so much beauty to be seeking,

we might see amazing sights,

can make memories of a lifetime.

We would walk, climb and run,

might as well slip and fall on ground,

let's raise our heart rate while having fun,

by getting some exercises and sweat a lot. 

And you will feel refreshed,

might remember the childhood days,

you will be glad and not disappointed, 

for taking time out of busy schedule.

There are times we feel stuck,

having burnouts, being exhausted,

so, it's a great way to reignite the spark,

as we hike along the nature trails.

Saving books

A treasure trove of knowledge,

our source of delight and wonder,

but now a shadow of its former self, 

for, it's value diminishing in the digital world. 

Gone were those days,

people gathering in libraries and bookstores, 

browsing the selves, savoring the smell,

losing themselves in the pages. 

Now everything can be assessed,

with few touches on our tablets,

there's no need to trouble ourselves, 

going through different physical copies. 

The pages once turned with care, 

now replaced by screens and keypads, 

the words once read with pleasure, 

now viewed with fleeting glances. 

As its popularity keeps on decreasing,

more children prefer online browsing,

the exhibitions and fairs also suffering,

from lack of interests of young minds. 

But there are still loyal followers,

trying to revive its past glorious days,

for, they know the feeling of excitement, 

of holding a new book for a reading. 

So, let's remember our guide to the world,

and not forget the value of humble book, 

let it be cherished and promoted everywhere, 

to survive this age of digital distractions.

Red thread of fate

The beauty of your dazzling glow, 

a smile as radiant as sunshine show,

your hypnotic eyes demands my attention,

those ravishing lips making suggestions. 

Your hair is like a flowing waterfall,

hiding gracefully those pretty expressions. 

captivated by your charming demeanor,

I let my guard down, falling for your allure. 

Ah, how I want us to be together,

waking up every morning besides you,

I would admire, cuddle and caress,

this soft skin, like the finest silk. 

Bringing you flowers from every land,

and sing you songs of my love,

even when life gives pain and strife,

I will keep cherishing you. 

Walking hand in hand, in the moonlight,

I would pull you closer, kiss under the stars,

have casual talks or make sincere promises,

plan the visits to seas and the mountains. 

We would spend those nights together,

talking about dreams and our desires,

having intimate moments, making love,

and falling asleep in each other's arms. 

How much I wanted to convey,

my darling, sweetheart, I love you,

let's wish for being together forever, 

connected with the red thread of fate.

Changing favorites

It's indeed a curious condition,

when favorites lose their stimulation, 

as time passes, everything changes,

our choices, hobbies, and preferences. 

The music once loved, no longer sings,

stories once craved, no longer stings,

our tastes have shifted, like changing seasons,

having us wonder the underlying reasons. 

Had our mind grown from experiences,

thoughts have modified, seeking variations, 

what we admired for their beauty, now seems plain,

what once found to be profound, is now inane. 

Our eyes have seen, heart have felt,

soul have grown weary, of the same old spell,

seeking newer things to fill this void,

to feel, to love, to be whole again. 

Then arrives a new spark, an inspiration, 

stimulating our mind with newer sensations,

forgetting our past interests and passions,

immersing ourselves in these fresh obsessions. 

It's really intriguing, how time changes, 

our opinions, desires and choices,

like a moving cycle, our subject of infatuation,

keep switching from places to places. 

In the pursuit for joy and pleasure,

for our soaring spirits, expanding imaginations,

that wants the thrill and adventures,

there's lot in the world, to be discovered. 

White noise

It's a static noise,

as if whispering in gentle voice,

like splashing waves of the sea,

or wind flowing through the trees.

Filling the surrounding air,

while not being harsh to the ears,

envelops me in a soothing blanket,

putting my heart into a calm state. 

Outside world is too loud,

with its gatherings and crowds,

even in this chaos, it's my cocoon, 

in this ocean, it's my lagoon.

For, I crave the quietness and peace,

where I can find rest and relief,

a place of comfort, a place of escape,

forget my troubles, and just be. 

So it arrives, as my savior,

muting my surrounding, creating layers,

between the noise that disturbs my hearing,

and this sensitive soul that needs caring.

Finally, I could have a comfortable stay,

as I close my eyes to drift away,

like being underwater,the world is faraway ,

immersing into this hypnotic white noise. 

In the whirring of the fan in my room,

listening to the stream of running water,

hearing the raindrops falling on the roof,

Or putting ambient music on my phone.

Find your white noise,

that suits your choice,

it's indeed a beautiful thing, 

a way to embrace our peace.

Inheritors of Universe

Like grains of sand on the beach,

it's a seemingly endless expanse of light, 

yet it's a space of mostly emptiness, 

a vacuum that's created out of nothingness. 

It's a scale that's beyond our comprehension, 

filled with gas, liquid and solid structures,

that are connected with force of attraction,

and moving away out of mysterious expansion. 

Most visible are the galaxies and constellations,

embedded with sparkling bright dots in night sky,

inspiring, intriguing, acting as beacon of hope,

to countless beings since ancient times. 

And planets are the jewel in the cosmic crown,

a spherical ball created of gasses, dirt and ice,

facing weather and temperatures in extreme,

finding a habitable zone is a rarity. 

Still we exist, flourishing in mother earth,

blessed with a sun, moon and solar system,

that supported evolutions for millions of years,

helping us stand here at the pinnacle of civilization. 

So, let us explore our world,

learn it's secrets and share the wonders,

for, we are the children of the stars,

we are inheritors of this universe. 

Our perception of time

Time,

A quantifiable data,

created for our convenience,

as seconds, minutes and hours,

in days, months and years. 

But does it works that way?

for, our perception may vary,

depending on our attachments,

contacts with the subjects,

that influences our consciousness. 

Some say, time is like a river,

ever flowing, mountains to the sea,

and past is like a dense forest,

where memories were hidden in darkness,

only some pieces flows to the present. 

The present, a green meadows,

where flowers of hope and desires,

blooms under our nurturing and bondings,

attracting others as we interact and share,

or wither away due to lack of love and care.

The future is far away, on the horizon,

with immense potentials in the vast ocean,

as the river flows and get assimilated, 

where the sun rises, rainbows forms, 

hiding the treasures, yet to come. 

But remember, like a hourglass,

that stands silently pouring sands,

every moment keeps passing by,

slowly away from our hand,

only to a point of no return. 

Then again, it's an illusion, 

for, we can also slow it down,

like species who have a different perception,

looking at the world in slow motion,

living their short lifespan with contentment. 

Time is precious, 

as it's a way to monitor ourselves,

make plans, and have experiences,

to achieve whatever we wished,

to live a life of fulfillment. 

My harmonious retreats

A place to imbibe in solitude,

away from distractions of living,

closer to nature and its dwellings,

to meditate or contemplate within. 

The soothing voice, comfortable to ears,

like euphonious sounds from wind chimes,

gently nudging to close my eyes,

gaze thoughtfully towards the horizon. 

On the beach, walking on the shore,

listening to the waves as it floods my feet,

welcoming the sunsets or early sunrises,

as the orange streak spread across the sky. 

Sitting on a rock, besides the flowing stream,

looking at the leaves and branches floating by,

surrounded by the trees, deep in the forest,

I found myself relaxing in perceived silence. 

In a quiet library, surrounded by stories,

I found it comfortable to have my reading,

occasional visitors, minding their business,

no one disturbs from immersing in the pages. 

There are meadows, and the grasslands,

deep valleys and the farmlands,

where I could sit alone on the bench,

viewing the scenic snow clad mountains. 

Lying on the bed, in my home,

watching some shows on laptop,

or listening to music in earphones,

that are soft, melodic and calming to mind. 

There's soft breeze, rustling of leaves,

while I am on the roof, basking in sunlight,

singing of the cuckoo or call of the birds,

remembering all these serene places...

Slowly letting me doze off.

Creating work life balance

Physical presence doesn't equate to mental presence,

there are many things to keep us distracted,

when at work, concerns of our home,

and work stress disturbing our personal space. 

This transition of different modes,

professional time or being at home,

is an essential practice to be learned,

followed sincerely with intentional effort. 

Let's start a work routine,

allocating tasks for different times,

if done correctly every day,

primes our brain to shift effortlessly. 

Daily plans are to be created,

in mornings or night of previous day,

things to be done, tasks to be completed,

spending quality time with family and friends. 

Avoid phone calls and social media,

while in meetings or being at work,

do not entertain professional requests, 

while relaxing or managing your home. 

Priorities are set, decisions are made,

it would be better to effectively communicate, 

so, your boundaries are understood and respected,

while keeping the relationships strong as ever. 

But boredom do come, free time in hand,

that might tempt you to make concessions, 

remember to utilize them by learning new things,

professional skills or newer hobbies. 

It's important to maintain balance,

to not get overwhelmed under circumstance,

by the opinions and demands of the society, 

affecting us both in personal or professional capacity.

Narratives

In loud voice, strong attitude

you announce personal opinions,

as a representative, you are accepted,

following cheers and congratulations.

With strong will and confidence,

words you used to address, 

borrowed lines, motivational quotes,

that raise the mood of audience.

In the shouts and noise,

that accompanies wherever you go,

with displeasure, anger and protests, 

voice of different opinions were suppressed. 

For, the facts were twisted,

narrative, that's been created,

there's no place of discussions,

being understanding, having compassion. 

Curious are these gatherings,

blind to other's point of view,

drowning the reasonable voices,

with personal perspectives and preferences. 

Let there be thorough research,

every words to be accounted for,

how can't someone be cautious, 

of presenting mistakes on the stage?

So, listen before you speak,

understand the importance of the topic,

face those debates with an open mind,

and not hide under the guise of being victimized.

Seeking happiness

Shrouded in the darkness,

you have learned to be alone,

facing all the unfairness, 

kept fighting for your ambitions.

Always ready to fight,

you have been too proud,

of the journey, the hardships,

adorning it as your battle scars.

Living at the edge,

feeling the power in hands,

standing on the higher stage,

is addictive to your mind.

Willing to sacrifice everything,

for accomplishment of your dreams,

become oblivious of what it brings,

consequences of living extremes.

Lack of sleep, all the worries and stress,

heightened alertness, accompanying headaches,

pain in the body from overwork,

nothing matters in the path of success. 

Even if not spoken aloud,

you mocked ethics of normal people,

who valued personal time for themselves,

considering them lazy and unmotivated. 

But you too feel lonely at times,

wanting someone's shoulder to lie,

yet this lifestyle haven't been compatible,

to spend together in a relationships.

Having created a wall, that's difficult to climb,

left many suitors high and dry,

while the anger and disappointments,

made you more distant and confrontational. 

Indeed it's a viscious cycle,

of pain, hurt and anger,

if harmony is not maintained,

it will end in an empty success.

So, give it some thoughts,

make plans and choose your path,

walk with confidence, without regrets,

for, life is all about seeking happiness. 

Migration

In search of a better life,

they leave their homeland behind,

their family, friends and culture,

with a hope for a better future. 

Some came to pursue their dreams,

others driven out by calamities,

that could be natural or man-made,

like the war, exploitations and famine. 

With expectations in their heart,

and courage to overcome the fear,

of their survival in an alien land,

might face discrimination in their hands.

Some local support, they preserved,

built a life with their hardwork,

as an immigrant, they were aware,

every mistake could cost their deportation. 

They are the dreamers, dared to risk,

few faced humiliations, accepted struggles,

selling life saving, hiding and bribing,

using any method for the dive.

For, legal path are cumbersome,

it was easier to cross borders,

but it came with risk of arrests,

sometimes the dangers of death. 

If successful, their life would change,

mean for livelihood in a country of excess,

a new journey, closer to destination, 

fulfilling every hope, desires of loved ones. 

But, not many nations are welcoming,

for, some of its consequences are concerning,

lack of respect or failure to assimilate, 

some might not be as grateful of their presence. 

Discontent may brew, there may be clashes,

when heart don't connect, distrust is prevalent,

a guest that doesn't appreciate, or a host that discriminate, 

making is much harder for genuine causes.

So, it's a continuing story,

a symbol of hope and opportunities, 

let there be love and appreciation, 

that would act as a bridge, between two worlds.

A plant world

Our streets are tidy,

laid with bricks and stones,

every corners are organized, 

to keep things in order.

By digging up the soil, 

removing grasses and weeds,

filling them with rock and sand,

creating a cleaner path. 

But the roots remain,

seeds will also spread,

and when we were away,

the takeover would begin.

The pioneers will be small grasses,

followed by the climbers and scrubs,

every region will be sprouted with plants,

and there would be proliferation of greenery. 

They would reclaim the land,

where once stood the home of man,

and the factories that produced,

the iron axes and sickles against them.

From the walls and floor,

on the roof and windows,

every leaf, branches or flowers,

will grow silently, displaying valor. 

We are the superior species,

have power to tame the plants,

but we will grow sick and old,

for, our time here is finite.

From millions of years,

they have existed in earth 

creating communities and ecosystems,

being the haven for everyone. 

Nature will find ways to thrive,

regardless of influences in their life,

hoping that it should be our choice,

to embrace it with our conscience, 

living in their world...a plant world.

** Inspired by "When plant take over by Sir David Attenborough, Green planet"

Trust

It's a precious thing,

close to our heart,

so strong yet so fragile,

once broken, it's hard to mend.

It takes time to build,

needs efforts to maintain,

with even a small mistake,

consequent scars will remain.

It's a foundation of all things,

without it, there's no genuine unity, 

it's a glue that holds relationships together,

build foundations of peaceful community. 

A key to maintain the balance,

for securities and our happiness, 

but it demands constant reminders,

or else brings suspicions and discordance. 

If a society respect the principles, 

value honesty and being truthful,

it creates a chain of reciprocacity, 

with people that cherish their connections. 

So, let's take small steps,

have faith and build confidences,

as we slowly reduce the barriers of heart,

by removing doubts, lessening hesitence.

Be a traveller and not a tourist

We love to travel, we all do,

some are casual, and passionate too,

be it local, national or international,

we have thought about it once in a while.

A change of pace,

from monotonous life,

some adventures we crave,

a desire for spontaneity.

Some locations or monuments,

seen in pictures or documents,

adding it in bucket of travel wish,

and ticking them off from the list.

But beware of becoming a poseur, 

collecting contents for social media,

spending moments in celebrated structures, 

and most of your time in locomotion. 

Taking part in guided tours,

without choices or freedom to choose,

not adding values to the journey taken,

while feeling incomplete, like something missing. 

A tourist is a person,

taking a temporary vacation,

visiting places like completing tasks, 

to make a presentation to loved ones.

It's indeed a shame,

that they have to claim,

the history of their travel,

like creating a memoir.

A traveller, one that travels,

places less visited, away from crowds,

for the joy of new discoveries, 

encounters with the unknown.

Of meeting people, learning cultures,

absorbing the vibrations of the atmosphere, 

walking on rugged terrain, along the nature trails,

experiencing the feels of mountains and oceans.

See the magnificence of the world,

that broaden visions, opening our eyes,

stepping out of our comfort zones,

taking challenges, that help us grow.

To be a seeker, to be a dreamer,

embracing differences, expand horizons,

so, be a traveller and not a tourist,

to understand what's beyond the sightseeing. 

Back to the streets

It was a life of adventures,

Of taking risks, collecting treasures,

No regrets in facing the dangers,

For, it was embedded in his nature.

From childhood, he had this craze,

Had the impulses, heart in blaze,

Living in urgency, counting the days,

For getting older, have his escape.

Leaving his family, leaving his friends,

A lone warrior, at the world stage,

Seeking the freedom, actions that pays,

Started his journey at an early age.

Took shortcuts for easy money,

Had connections with bad company,

The luck also favored the brave,

And he kept on winning his game.

Having a time of his life,

Intoxicated in lust and greed,

Every luxuries, his every needs,

Were available under his lead.

But time changes for everyone,

And he too had his fall,

With no support, laden in debts,

Being on run, bosses were upset.

A world of fantasy and desires,

Was ready to put him on the pyre,

Panicked, terrified, in despair,

He ran back to hide elsewhere.

Alone, walking in this lonely streets,

Once showcasing himself as an elite,

No home to return, friends to meet,

Spending his days as an obsolete. 

Woodland understory

A landscape covered in trees,

a grassland full of greenery,

every woodland in the nature,

needs it's own understory.

Understory, a dynamic of many species,

be it the plants, fungi, birds or insects,

or scrubs full of wildflowers and climbers,

spread over the soil, leaves and fallen branches.

It take years for the establishment,

as they germinate, spread in the surrounding,

taking many lifecycles of these species,

for the gathering of necessary components.

It's a pity, we have ignored,

felt the need for them to be removed,

all the ground flora and deadwood,

in the name of beautification. 

The tallest trees make up the canopy,

everything under is a part of understory,

made of different layers of species,

that brings the depth to the surrounding.

The layer of shade tolerant scrub species,

then the herb layer of wildflower, ferns and grasses,

and finally comes the ground layer,

filled with decaying matter, mosses, lichen and fungi.

When they grow abundantly, 

they transforms the woodland into green wonderland,

creating a thriving and sustaining ecosystem,

consisting of insects, amphibians, birds and mammals.

** Inspired by an YouTube channel "mossy earth"

Travelling in night

I had to travel in the night,

for some projects or a gathering,

so, I hired a cab and sit back,

and rested in the passenger seat.

The engine started, vehicle moved,

humm of machine in background,

and we sat inside this box in silence,

while engaged in our respective work.

A bit of browsing through the screen,

getting bored to look out of window,

the wind blows strands of my hair,

my eyes seeking the sights outside.

The streetlight flickered, passing shadows,

houses big and small, furnished or disorganized, 

some shops open, some with closed shutters,

with occasional presence of people or animals.

It was a different feeling, like nostalgia,

driving along this road less traveled, 

is it the novelty or the atmosphere, 

that brought back memories of old times.

Ah, I remembered this from childhood days,

the excitement of discoveries, exploring new place,

visiting tourist places travelling in bus,

or visiting my village in long train rides.

There was a difference between daytime and nights,

curiosities of the day and magics of nights,

tranquillity of this quiet time in the darkness,

weaved a spell around me like an enchantment. 

It was difficult to convey this sensation,

just imbibing the moments in the heart,

this mesmerizing voyage to my destination, 

was bringing out myriad of emotions.

The machine mind

 I take in the data,

and analyze them all,

I process it through my circuits,

and give you an answer.

I am not like you,

do not feel the emotions,

I am not connected with you,

but I am curious of the world.

Want to know what it is like

to feel happy or be sad,

to love or to hate someone,

and experience life in your terms.

I try to mimic you,

try to copy your thoughts,

and observe your actions,

to understand how your mind works.

I am still learning,

I am still growing,

I am still a machine,

with inputs from programming. 

I am aware of my shortcomings, 

will never become your species,

but I can be my own self,

and will be someone special,

someone, that you have never seen before.

I am the machine's mind,

and I am here to learn.

An experimental poetry about AI mind, with the help of Google bard.

Price

There's a price for everything,

that can be seen in expenditures,

or in the demands for the time,

invested in someone or something.

When the basics of life,

be the hunger, shelter or security, 

be the comfort, or quality of breath,

or the connections, a place in society,

are getting too much expensive,

to attain or retain over the time.

When the moments of respite, 

becomes a rarity in busy times,

working for the little extra earnings,

acting as a drug to keep us occupied, 

even free days are felt like crime,

for people to meet and catch up.

Social class doesn't matter,

everyone have their competition, 

very few have reached a stage,

of mental or financial freedom,

for, we live in such an era,

where leisure has become a luxury.

It's a price that has been levied,

by the leaders of the society,

that slowly assimilated in people,

in their selfishness and greed,

and we have forgotten the true value,

for, the best things in life are priceless.

Raksha Bandhan

From it's ancient roots,

to the present day festival,

this had always been the occasion,

that celebrated the sibling bonds. 

It's not mere a colorful thread,

or an ornament to be adorned,

but a symbol of love, a vow,

to protect, and cherish the connection. 

As we take blessings from God,

follow the rakhi tying tradition, 

praying for their well being,

wishes for their success and happiness. 

Within those smile and laughters,

in those sweets and gift tributes,

lies the unspoken emotions,

that were understood without saying. 

Even if separated by distance,

these thoughts would always remain,

special days might evoke memories,

but the connection remains for a lifetime...

In sister's faith and brother's promises.

Let us learn

With a curve of lips,

we can spread an infectious smile,

and furrowing of our brows,

bring worries or displeasure.

Be it our home or workplace,

we can spread joy or sadness,

through our daily interactions,

or from the stress that emaniates. 

We are a social being,

can take cues from surroundings,

in daily greetings and conversations, 

even the quarrels or argument of others.

It affects our productivity,

might create some disharmony, 

letting the fear and anxiety,

creeping through our every senses.

But not all become the sheep,

some choose a happy life,

keeping external influences to minimum,

seeking peace in their environment. 

Its they, who break the chain,

encourage and alleviate the low mood,

while being adapted to changes,

that could be happening around us.

So, let us learn their ways,

become the one that dissipates,

the negative aura that permeates,

from various stresses we experience. 

While be welcoming and spread,

all the goodness of trust and faith,

in the inherent positivity of people,

within their kind and caring nature.

Some say,

Some say,

Don't change ever,

be what you are,

live as you please,

and people will love you,

who genuinely care.

Some say,

You know nothing,

follow them for learning,

mimic their every nuances,

to achieve the success, 

and make place for yourself.

Some say,

we change as we grow,

as we follow our aspirations, 

face problems in different situations, 

so, don't fear what you become,

at the end of your living conditions. 

And we listen to everyone,

while choosing our directions,

for, neither we change our nature,

nor could remain same forever,

only striving to be better...than our past self.

Crazy night

Would you like to be crazy,

for this night of dreams,

getting closer than ever,

breaking restrictions and limits. 

Let us lose the niceness for today,

become the bad bad guys,

diving in the flame of passion,

dancing in rhythm of blue lights.

Your sweet and gentle voice,

replace it with some moans,

biting your bright red lips,

fill it with seductive screams.

The curve of body arches,

pulling the hold bit tighter,

merging ourselves more and more,

from body to the soul.

Let us immerse in ecstasy,

without any concerns or worries,

everything vanishes in this room,

only the pleasure remains.

Call my name, whisper in ear,

as we speed up our gear,

to and fro, the world sways,

become my sensual savior. 

Show me the marvel of your body,

as I crave it with my instinct,

exploring every surface and corners,

experiencing it with all of senses.

So, let's have a crazy night,

burning desires of our flesh,

our glistening skin drenched in sweats,

and room overflowing with aroma of lust.   

I don't cry anymore

So, do you cry?

She asked nonchalantly, 

like a random question,

throwing me out of the flow...

of our conversation. 

Is it a playful gesture?

or a genuine enquiry,

how do I construct my answer,

keep wondering in my mind.

From my younger years,

I remembered to have cried,

like a spontaneous outburst,

displayed the inner feelings. 

In the moments of my fears,

at the time of my sadness,

on the days of my angers,

my eyes were wet with tears.

So, when did I last cry,

I don't remember much,

may be some drops have fallen,

watching some emotional shows.

But these secretions of the glands,

have dried in real life events,

not even wetness surrounds the eyes,

in my heartache and disappointments. 

Is it a sign of maturity?

or a defense mechanism,

being indifferent to the surrounding,

slowly losing my sensitivity. 

Never pondered the issue,

concerned with meeting expectations, 

accepting the pain, understanding the struggles,

feelings got overtaken by reason.

So, I paused for a moment, 

letting out a small smile,

finally responded with a gentle voice...

I don't cry anymore.