Recalling old songs

Decades long gone,

listening old songs,

recalling teenage years,

carefree days of fun...

Walking with friends,

cycling for the races,

playing cricket on fields,

or at home, watching MTVs. 

Now, decades later,

refreshing these moments, 

surfing through internet,

videos of forgotten songs...

And memories flood,

of old Stereo systems,

evolving with time,

from Walkman to MP3 players,

then iPod, captured our attention. 

All the movie songs or indipops,

English bands and instrumentals, 

hours were spent in selecting,

arranging cassettes to making playlist...

Then PCs, took their place,

Winamp to Window media players,

we were immersed, forgetting the world,

equipped with a pair of headphones. 

So, let me refresh, those memories, 

watching videos, from forgotten era,

each notes, signifying an emotion,

containing flavors, of youthful years...

Summer burns

It's that time of year,

when the sun rays hit 

directly on the hemisphere, 

causing intense heating,

and higher temperatures.

Summer burns...

It feels so hot,

like walking on scorching earth,

while air feels thick and heavy,

as weather becomes oppressive, 

to the life below.

Longer days increase pressures,

heating up by absorbing radiations,

as sun rises, reaching the peaks,

warming up the atmosphere,

without any scattering.

Us, humans, searching for shades,

many among bear the consequence,

from heat cramps to heat exhaustion, 

heat strokes become medical emergency,

due to high body temperatures.

The nature could provide respite, 

yet, we stole water, destroy greeneries, 

incidences of forest fire were common,

animals dying from dehydration,

putting stress on their bodies.

Summer burns...

We have known,

it's our duty to provide assistance,

by supplying water to the vulnerable,

let them withstand these onslaughts,

till the clouds returns. 

I don't need directions

I don't need directions, 

in this journey, I embarked,

for, things only becomes clear,

when I tread, on uncharted paths. 

My legs don't get tired,

walking on these avenues,

always finding something new,

passing through the streets. 

The highways, open and wide,

let me feel, the thrills of drive,

so, I don't restrict, to destinations,

with my vehicle, savor these rides. 

Dormant signs...lost in time,

So, my heart, be the guide,

I am just a wanderer soul,

my mental map, let me decide. 

It's a game of chances, 

someday I win, sometimes lost,

each experience, valuable lessons,

exploring, & finding treasured moments. 

So, let's not get confined,

look beyond names on sign,

every place, have special vibes,

let us visit, imbibing the atmosphere... 

For, a memorable life...

Holding my hands

Holding my hands, you led,

shown me the world's shades,

following your calls and eyes,

I learned to speak and smile.

Wiping my tears, when I'm hurt,

soothing voice, ease my heart,

I peacefully slept, listening lullabies,

as you gently rocked the cradle.

Years passed, I did grow,

but always be, a child for you,

having me embrace, in your arms,

sweetly calling, my nickname.

For, you have also shown,

taught me various lessons, 

supporting me, in ups and downs,

even pampering me, throughout life.

Dear mother...

I might not be best,

given you worry & distress,

still I cherish, these memories, 

grateful for every blessing. 

For, you are the vessel of divinity,

protecting me, in life's journey, 

building foundations, for me to stand,

giving me courage, to soar the sky.

Happy Mother's Day!

Like a flowing stream

Like a flowing stream,

coursing into my dreams,

surging on or slowing down, 

yet, cascading towards me.... 

Your voice, like a nightingale, 

is cheering this lonely soul,

singing gentle & sweet songs,

to calm my aching heart... 

Your eyes, a hypnotizing view,

welcoming me to dive deeper,

exploring the depth of emotions, 

without any fear or pretence... 

Your arms, with a warm embrace,

make me lose any wariness,

being vulnerable to this closeness,

as you envelop me with affection... 

And, like a flowing stream,

your love keeps pouring in,

circulating inside my body,

taking over my mind... 

As your thoughts...

Keeps me awake!

Equality is a myth

Equality is a myth,

for, our wants are not equal,

our acts, were not equal, 

and rewards, are not equal... 

Don't get me wrong,

necessities are universal, 

have to mitigate deficiencies, 

for a flourishing nation... 

Yet, we force ideals,

that aren't even rational,

robbing from one's hand, 

to bestow, it to others... 

And we don't supervise, 

letting corruption, greed to rise,

things started out of goodwill,

becomes a path of exploitation... 

For, equality is a myth,

society always find ways,

through our own actions,

creating newer class divisions... 

So, be fair and neutral,

give equal opportunities to all,

appreciate the growth of one’s,

truly putting their efforts.

Be accountable

Be accountable,

people have trusted you,

it's lives of the masses,

that are put on lines,

facing brunt, of your actions.

Be accountable,

not fall victim to pride,

ignoring the warnings,

while emotions are high,

blinding you from realities. 

Be accountable,

understand your position,

navigate through challenges, 

and take enough precautions, 

before deliberating decisions.

Be accountable,

when facing conflicts,

calibrate your options, 

and defuse the tensions,

stopping any escalations.

Be accountable,

it's your duty to fight,

when the cause is genuine,

but be ready, pay the price,

for any misadventures. 

So, ask your heart,

where things went wrong,

and bear consequences, 

when you discover faults...

Be accountable!

* No one wants war, only common man suffers. Hope Pakistan understands the gravity of these situations. 

Victim mindset

Wrapped in the cloak of victimhood,

we shroud the strength of our soul,

with self-pity as constant companion,

we lose the chance, attain larger roles... 

Letting precious moments slip by,

as wounded ego, blurred our eyes,

a toxic blend of pride, greed & envy,

cast shadows, over our fragile bonds... 

And slowly, poison seeps in mind,

relationships wither, as love dies,

afflicted by the curse, of self-absorption,

like a prisoner, we are trapped inside... 

And we treat others, with disdain,

depriving them of recognition,

of appreciating role and contributions, 

while highlighting our dire conditions. 

So, let's break free, of this threat,

or lose ourselves, leaving only regrets,

by opening our heart, to compassion,

guided by empathy and kindness... 

And find true happiness....

Away from victim mindset!

Invisible connections

These are like strings,

tied down the generations, 

a bond of love, or blood,

that keep us calling...

We might seek liberties, 

reach the peak of possibilities, 

yet, there's no coherence or synergy, 

unless we are in proximity...

Of our roots. 

In our thoughts, they prosper,

all the feelings, that we foster,

in fond memories of families,

left behind, in our journey...

And we gravitate, towards history, 

even if we're not affected directly, 

exploring links, with ancestral lands,

seeking answers, to our identities. 

For, the world, is a vast place,

each person, had their perspectives, 

still, they unite, for a common goal,

our attachments, playing its role...

So, let's celebrate, these invisible threads,

connecting hearts, feelings that spread,

influencing our actions, providing direction,

building life, from the very foundations.

The pendulum clock

With weight and chains,

the pendulum swayed,

keeping time in motion.

As its three hands moved,

in seconds, minutes & hours,

chiming melodies, in the intervals. 

It was a beautiful scene, 

but now, wistful memories, 

hidden away, in the store.

For, the pendulum stopped,

as the parts were locked,

and its functions, not needed. 

Yet, the life, never paused,

rushing into future stage,

leaving the past behind.

Still, the moments froze,

for that pendulum clock,

the day, it stopped working... 

As its masters got old,

and children, leave the roost, 

so, house became dilapidated.

But, within its wooden box,

stored away in vacant room,

the clock, was still lively... 

Sleeping peacefully, having blissful dreams,

of its masters gathering, to hear the chime,

in the rhythm, of pendulum swings!!

An empty chair

An empty chair,

recently vacated,

felt much welcoming,

to a visiting person... 

With a sense of familiarity, 

that's difficult to ascertain, 

from residual heat emitted,

by the previous occupier. 

In the outline, on the surface,

things we feel, with our epidermis,

acting as a reminder, of the time,

the seat was thriving, was alive. 

Was abandoned, being left aside,

still carried memories, of their life,

as it awaits, to serve new master,

and release energy, that it absorbed. 

The stories it contained,

being an empty chair,

conveyed through our senses,

in momentary releases...

Of lingering warmth.

Hygiene

It doesn't take much,

to maintain the hygiene,

incorporating its values,

in our daily routines...

And the advantages are huge,

not just prevent the infections,

or become visually appealing,

for the guests or visitors. 

It's not just inside our home,

where parents instill good habits,

or the practices of hospitals,

where they regularly enforced...

But infused in our culture,

street foods to social circles,

from hand hygiene to cough etiquette,

to proper washing of the utensils. 

For, these were the places,

most diseases would spread,

and we would be caught unaware,

with minor ailments to serious illnesses. 

Let us promote cleanliness,

practice it with serious commitment, 

as a duty to self and the society,

we would maintain hygiene.

Happy World Hand Hygiene Day  🙌

Game of real estate

It's a continuing game,

of supplies, on the demands,

adding values, to the commodities, 

making people rich, and wealthy.

The ones, who learned the tricks,

would understand, rules of play,

where anything could be tried, 

to increase their profit margin. 

And so begin, the inevitable chase,

gathering, as much of the benefits, 

creating newer modus operandi, 

from consumables, to real estate.

For, the growth is then measured,

in the numbers, and percentages,

adding into the rising inflation,

while keeping essentials, out of the ambit. 

So it creates, a dangerous situation,

where the society sinks downwards,

as the values, shifted to materialistic, 

compromising qualities, for profits.

And it all comes down, to the lands,

that's limited, by space and location,

acting as a golden goose on lease,

shared by individuals, and governments. 

Thus arrived, this era of real estate, 

a balloon, that's blown too fast,

influencing our living conditions, 

in business policies, of the traders.

For, people have lost the zeal,

to spend on various amenities, 

and the merchants, find it difficult, 

with high prices, buying or renting. 

So, many business, closed shutters,

others too costly, difficult to run,

becoming shallow, with transactions, 

affecting service quality, & the trusts.

The only ones, that have survived, 

will celebrate, with a broad smile,

as they keep standing, on the sides,

owning, or leasing these properties.

Price we pay

No amount of money,

can buy a peace of mind,

without a healthy body,

that supports our living. 

Our needs are simple,

good food, clean water,

and a roof over our head,

providing a secure environment. 

Yet, we demand more things,

from power, to better lifestyle...

Nothing wrong in having ambitions,

unless, in exchange for body’s necessities. 

It might not be our own,

even about present generations,

but, we would be inviting harm,

will be faced, in the long term. 

For, nature is never forgiving,

if we don't value its blessings,

as elixirs soon becomes poison,

be it polluted air or tainted waters. 

When various ailments affect us,

even food and water were unavailable, 

living becomes costly, & unaffordable, 

would we still hold on, to riches made... 

By selling our conscience?

Our eyes met, briefly...

Our eyes met, briefly...

And thoughts flooded inside,

in the rush of the crowd,

our moments, came to a standstill... 

You were a stranger,

never met once in my life,

then, why do it felt nostalgic,

like someone known, in disguise... 

And I, was not the only one,

your gaze, exudes similar emotions,

conveying deeper feelings, 

through soulful expressions... 

Had the urge, to speak up,

but uncertainties developed,

and we explored, with our thoughts, 

a mental connection was formed... 

Telepathy, does sound absurd,

but it was our silent communication, 

where we shared our life stories, 

the reasons, of our journey... 

But then, the noise returns,

snapping back, to real world, 

with the sirens, of incoming train, 

we stood up, for our departures... 

Never to meet again.

Captive in a sandstorm

Feeling dry, hot winds,

as if, walking on the pyre,

with nothing but silence,

is what I encountered...

A tempest of grains,

like facing desert’s ire,

no horizon at sight,

rather these endless dunes. 

It's an unending journey,

every step feels so heavy,

as gritty winds assail me,

grazing through soft skin.

My lips dry and crack,

and throat, getting parched,

even the water I carried,

have reached to final drops. 

There's no escape,

facing these ordeals,

with a fading hope,

arrives endless fear.

What am I, if not a prisoner,

held captive, in a sandstorm,

yearning for the refuge, an oasis,

yet finding nothing but barren fields...

Resonance of our hearts

It's not easy to convey,

what we intended to say,

but it's important to know,

that we all have our flow...

And, it influences decisions,

of making deeper connections,

when we do find a resonance,

that matches, our vibrations. 

It gets attached, like a string,

when our frequencies align,

acting as a cosmic sign,

letting our hearts, intertwine...

And, we would be drawn,

like the pull, of magnetic poles,

when our energies harmonize,

calming us, with soulful chime. 

Resonance... 

It's what we seek,

in interactions, and meetings,

for things that complements,

our interests, way of living.

Yet, realities, can be harsh,

throwing us in uncharted paths,

where success of our relationship,

were plagued by uncertainties. 

Still, don't take actions in distress,

we have to be primed, be prudent,

when we choose, the special ones,

who would accompany our journey...

So, let us understand the values,

that would enhance the balance, 

elevating spirits, nourishing affections,

as our heart sings, in resonance.

Milestones of life

We might have missed,

or grabbed it on time,

to find the place, we are in,

or reach the podiums, of our dreams... 

Being an infant, our parent's care,

make us healthy, body and brain,

missing any developmental stage,

would have created lifelong maladies. 

Toddler, we learned from surroundings, 

kept in observation, of our families, 

exploring the areas, making friends,

the starting point, for our interests. 

Childhood, is the treasured time,

a burst of knowledge and dreams,

fuelling our creativity & imaginations, 

they helped us build the foundations. 

Then came our adolescent years,

vulnerable to impulses and emotions,

finding the right path became essential,

to determine the fate of future we hold. 

Adulthood, maturity is expected,

our choices criticized, or appreciated,

we have to learn, keep up with the life,

or miss the bus, when we truly desired... 

Either we love, or we hate,

we are dancing, with our fate,

like a mold, we were being carved, 

each milestone, chiseling & polishing...

Into our present form!

Three hands of the clock

It never stops,

these hands, of the clock,

that keeps ticking away,

following a repeated motion. 

The seconds, turns into minutes,

minute would make up the hours,

hours only depicts the changes,

of the sunrise and the sunsets. 

The sun, moon and constellations, 

follow a given path, bodies in motion,

but we, a miniscule animate lifeforms,

try to govern, these eternal elements. 

Unaware, ignorant, following the path,

becoming the puppet, falling into illusions,

from the birth, to our final years,

we keep wasting, our precious time. 

For, time is not a visual entity,

bound to these artificial boundaries,

that we kept counting, in the clocks, 

fixed to the walls, with three hands!!

Last journey of the leaf

It's that time of the year,

with the arrival of seasons,

abscission layers gradually formed,

around the areas of petiole... 

Forsaken by my home,

my fate was sealed for long,

so I wished, one last time,

to see the beauty of the life. 

Answering to my prayers

a gentle breeze calmly flows,

separating me from the stem,

I was floating, in the air. 

A strong gale streams,

lifting me up, with the wind,

letting me reach the heights,

far away, from the ground.

And I flew, soaring in the sky,

my papery frame, feathery light,

swaying, fluttering on the sides,

sometimes just tumbling down. 

The cloud surrounds, birds do fly,

amused by my struggles in flight,

and they cheered, giving me company,

as I watched the scenery underneath.

The tall mountains to vast oceans,

I watch the meadows, and forests,

basking under the warmth of sunshine,

being drenched in passing drizzles. 

I was amazed, with the sight,

being thankful of prayers answered, 

as the journey, came to an end,

losing the strength of air current. 

And I slowly came floating down,

I gazed the sunset, in the horizon,

wishes fulfilled, I had no regrets,

as I returned, back to the earth...

Be like flower

Be like flower that blooms,

wash me over with perfume,

of your thoughts & memories,

awakening tender emotions.

Let butterflies flutter in stomach,

every time we would make contact,

thinking over and over for days,

of spending a life together... 

Be like flower that blooms,

your beauty, making me swoon,

my eyes speak of those dreams,

yet lips would have quivered.

Let your smile, uplift spirits,

giving courage, for me to proceed,

to ask those words practiced,

sharing moments, never to leave... 

Be like flower that blooms,

and take away, my gloom,

put me in trance, of your love,

a connection, of heart & soul.

Let your affection, be the guide,

to help me overcome these tides,

riding on the waves, of life's journey,

as we become one, destiny entwined...

Learned helplessness

A concept known,

seen in mental conditions, 

where they feel no control,

over the negative situations.

And beliefs form overtime,

that efforts were meaningless,

and outcome won't change,

so they even stopped trying... 

Facing chronic stresses,

from neglect or abuses,

losing sight of their hope,

discouraged, they surrender.

And we can see its signs,

from their lack of self-esteem,

they seem demotivated, 

or meek, without any will... 

Since ancient days,

humanity had used these tactics,

from domestication of wildlife,

to the forces of the slavery.

Even now, in many households,

and in some local institutions,

these miseries were being repeated,

away from the eyes of legal system. 

Learned helplessness...

It can still be treated,

by supportive care,

and conductive environment. 

Developing a sense of control,

needs gentle touch and assurance,

to bring out the true personalities, 

blooming, as they taste true freedom!

Slump

I feel stumped,

not very pumped,

to pursue my interests, 

or follow routine work... 

I tried many tricks,

for keeping myself invested,

yet, there's no zeal to continue,

getting weary of the exercise... 

Frustrated I was,

even panicked for a while,

for the loss, of this joy,

that I had discovered... 

So, how could I recover,

reignite spark of passion,

bringing back the same love,

I have poured for years... 

Be it through reading or writing,

watching or listening them all,

I wanted to return, to those time,

everything felt refreshing and new... 

So I paused, stepped back a little,

went for a walk, cleared my mind,

indulged cravings, reviewed past stuffs,

being patient, till it starts to click... 

For, it's pleasure that I seek,

not burdened with pressure,

if it's a slump, I would take time,

choose activities, that are more fun...

Let's keep fridge tidy

It's always a hassle,

to examine the contents,

that were kept in storage,

for it's cooler environment, 

of refrigeration... 

For, we are too lazy,

limited to our needs,

yet do impulse buying,

that keep getting lost,

in the backgrounds... 

And we get anxious,

when realize the cost,

checking once in a while,

expiry on the labels,

or see rotten perishable... 

Consumables, once sought after,

would be thrown in the garbage,

from each fridge, every house,

giving rise to a global problem,

of household food loss... 

So, what can we do?

To rectify these issues,

and contribute our share,

by becoming responsible, 

in noticing early... 

Let's start with simple tips,

creating sections, or use labels,

of fresh food, or near expiry,

and be mindful of the times,

we store products, or discard wastes...

An ancient banyan tree

For eons, I have stood here,

on these ancient grounds,

watching sunrises and sunsets,

experiencing, the season's changes... 

From saplings, I was grown,

prospered along with my brethren,

Yet, I saw the demise of forests,

villages formed, out of settlements. 

I was the witness, of their arrival,

driving away, birds and critters,

who once inhabited my canopies,

now being left abandoned and empty. 

Yet, replaced by human children,

swinging on the hanging branches,

and they built the wooden benches,

for adults, gathering under my shades. 

Months passed, so were the years,

the bench gotten old & crumbled,

soon it was replaced by new rituals,

where thread were tied around me. 

And centuries went by, I stood still,

as towns were built over villages,

getting more and more isolated,

surrounded by new brick structures. 

Now people bow, chanting prayers,

incense burned, with flower offerings, 

I became sacred, a beacon of hope,

A sanctuary, for the peaceful souls. 

But time never remains the same,

cityscape engulfed my tranquil space,

now in a park, I am a relic of the past,

a silent witness, to the world that's passed.

What's the cost!

Innocent lives lost,

in the tussle, they face worse,

carrying hopes in the eyes,

for building cordial relations,

between hearts...

What's the cost!

Some say it, heaven of earth,

yet it's tainted, with bloodbath, 

stealing joy from those families,

who went to explore, and relax,

from their routine challenges.

Yet, for them, nameless ones,

it's only about sending signals, 

carrying orders, fueled by hatred,

ignoring pleas and their cries,

dominating weak, with violence.

For, they fear, facing warriors, 

cowards they are, taking covers,

finding easy targets to exploit,

getting pleasure, from spreading despair,

destroying hard-earned peace & harmony.

My prayers for the departed souls...

 🕉 Shanti 🙏 

A bull on the road

"It's a bull sir..."

A shout from my driver,

as I waited impatiently,

for the traffic to clear up.

" Not again," I grunted,

facing this routine hurdle,

for, they were the boss,

owning these street roads... 

Standing in the center, 

they block path before us,

the two-wheelers skid by,

yet it stalls our four wheeler.

And I went out with others,

tried to create an opening,

by pushing it out of way,

through force or requests. 

" Oh Nandi maharaj,

kindly listen to our plea,

we have urgent business,

please change your seats. "

Yet, the the stubborn bovine,

ignored our very existence, 

calmly chewing food inside,

being unfazed by the uproar. 

We were frustrated, tried to push

but were cautious, of those horns,

some even gave, bribe of fruits,

hoping to lure it, out of the road.

Yet, it showed us, no interest,

either inattentive, or was deliberate,

and we were getting drenched,

with sweats, from humid climate. 

Finally, an old man came,

asked us to rest or return,

as he gently brushed the bull,

and nudged, it's head laterally.

And slowly, a gap was created,

I conveyed my thanks passing,

as the old man stood smiling, 

with the bull, on his sides...

Peace and war

Peace and war... 

A game of power,

conflict between masses,

or pride, for the nation.

Be it the tribes, or clans,

religions, or identity politics,

social and economic status,

even a perceived historical wrong.

Peace and war...

It's story of human civilization,

a tale of tragedies and despair,

sins committed, out of fear.

Every side feels righteous,

victories, clean up their crimes,

boundaries & demography changes,

under the forces, of the mightiest. 

Peace and war... 

Even after the advancements, 

we haven't left primitive impulses,

now the play have evolved, 

into an apocalyptic stage.

With voice of goodwill silenced,

white doves are becoming extinct,

who will negotiate, maintain the calm,

and become answerable, to the ones...

Facing the consequences?

Blooming in the battlefields

In these forsaken grounds,

facing the brunt of battles,

being blasted with explosives,

leaving behind nothing but rubble.

The water polluted, air poisoned,

various chemicals seeped into soils,

with shrapnel, and metal fragments, 

a land deserted, of all livings... 

Yet, these fields, witness a miracle,

blooming proudly, a symbol of hope,

with tiny white petals, yellow center,

bringing the light, on grim pictures. 

With its innocence and simplicity, 

they questioned, actions of humanity,

from strong gales, to gentle breeze, 

they sway, to bring back the memories. 

Spreading its roots, deep in ground,

to resist the fall, in the dusty soils,

while waiting for the visitors, 

to share, their dreams for life...

And the nature heard the wishes,

brought rain, cleanse the system,

accompanied by pollens, in the winds,

grassland grew, with resilient spirit. 

And a soldier returns,

got an unexpected surprise,

spark returned, in his empty eyes,

as he watched, the magic unfold. 

Like Flanders poppies, hope is born! 

** Flander poppies: Became symbol of hope after world war I

Revisiting memories

We were wanderers, 

our roots long gone,

migrating between places,

from one town to another.

Yet, there were vacations,

giving us the opportunities,

to visit our native lands,

that were home to ancestors. 

From childhood's joy,

to adults obligations, 

these were the moments,

for us to appreciate, our origins.

And we travelled religiously,

spending our days in leisure, 

experiencing warm receptions,

meeting, playing with cousins, 

going for an adventure. 

And years went by,

we grew into adult ourselves,

with responsibilities on shoulders,

our visits, became infrequent...

So, it was a surprise, after decade,

revisiting the place, for a gathering,

watching our family members,

with whom, we have lost touch. 

Yet, they welcomed, big smiles,

even if we have forgotten, our ties,

wrinkled faces, and gray hairs,

mud and wood, replaced by cements.

We are wanderers, with colored view,

losing the sight, of what once we knew,

but in those moments, our heart bonded,

these broken connections, were being mended.

And I was transported, to old times...

Revisiting memories!!

Consciousness

We, human, are sentient being,

aware & understand, our surroundings, 

having unique thoughts and memories, 

creating our individual boundaries...

Yet, it's just a tip in the iceberg,

that are still an uncharted territory,

and mankind have always sought,

to find the elusive path...of enlightenment. 

Consciousness... 

How much of it, is known?

Passed down in ancient wisdom,

through philosophies and religions,

or proven by modern science,

in theories & experimentation,

through reasoning and deductions,

of case studies and observations, 

written and followed, by intellectuals... 

Still, there's no uniformity, 

everything seem imaginary, 

for, they couldn't be aligned,

to the principles, of practical discourse.

And a lot relies on assumptions, 

of beliefs, trust and assurances, 

while limited to our species,

ignoring sides, of all lifeforms. 

So, I wonder... 

Could we make conclusions, 

something of such grander scales,

in the realm of higher dimensions,

that's beyond human comprehensions?

Illusion of time

 "The distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion

The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once."

Albert Einstein 

Time, like a river it flows,

Straight, in its linear form,

in our mind, in our heart,

from our mornings, to the nights... 

We, human, are time bound creatures, 

sort out, our past, present & future,

recalling moments, of youthful years,

to have worries, of becoming older. 

Yet, nothing is, what it seems,

we are all the same, within,

with the power, to control changes,

our perceptions, of the reality. 

So, what does it take?

To escape, these train of thoughts,

shifting perspectives, for larger role,

or just attain awareness, of life's flow... 

For, every living being followed a cycle,

ending in days, or might last years,

being engaged, in their daily activities, 

following routines, ingrained in system. 

Yet, we differentiate, allocate intents,

getting sensitive, to the season's change, 

as if getting entangled, in an illusion,

of mental clocks, keep ticking away.

Water crisis

"Oh mankind, beware of coming days,

where you will face, the consequence, 

of trying to control, and dominate,

your surroundings, through exploitation!" 

Water crisis... 

It's a foreshadowing, 

of the dangers ahead,

affecting billions of people,

regardless of cities or villages. 

For, we were blind, to the signs,

depleting reservoirs, losing precious time,

while polluting, the ones available,

with sewage and chemical wastage. 

What the use, of your wealth,

big houses in concrete jungles,

all the pools and the showers, 

when the pipes were being dried. 

Even the farms, in the villages,

of wheat, rice and sugarcane,

would be lost, or being destroyed,

if bore well & hand pump don't work. 

It's a tragedy of grand scale,

created by the selfish & corrupted,

stopping any policies, to be made,

to save and promote, water bodies... 

And sooner, we would witness,

things beyond climate change, 

facing both flood and drought,

toxin seeping into the very source... 

Water crisis...a catastrophe!!

Bed and alarm clock

It's a feud, amongst two foes,

asking for their master's attention,

one who want to let him relax,

other, making him awake & alert. 

"You are an evil being,

taking away owner's sleep,

tormenting us every morning,

with shrill cries, so high-pitched!!" 

Spoken by angry Bed. 

" Dear bed, I have my duty,

warn master, of your plotting,

to control, of his mental faculties, 

making him slothful & lazy. 

An adamant Alarm replied. 

"Stop with your accusations,

I only want my master's pleasures,

indulging in some moments of leisure,

after the day of working tirelessly." 

The bed protested with broken voice. 

"But master needs to work,

go out and explore the world,

thus I was bestowed with power,

to announce the arrival...of dawn"

Alarm soften his tone. 

And so, the debate went on,

till their cherished master's return,

as he held the alarm clock,

while laying on the bed,

And he whispers... 

"Oh my beloved alarm clock,

keep waking me for my work,

For, I treasure my lovely bed,

that gives me comfort, so I rest"

Doodling

One of the fun memories, 

we had in childhood years, 

were all the pictures & patterns,

we would carve, in any structures. 

Be it the walls, or the tables,

on the sides, of our notebooks,

even tried our hand on edibles,

like wheat flour, or food on plates. 

And they came, like splashing waves,

as I was scribbling, one of these days,

for, I was bored, daydreaming even,

unaware my hands, acting on its own.

It's a smile face, almost so cliché,

yet seemed so endearing as it is,

being part of me, in many situations, 

to create art, from random thoughts,

by providing stage, for my fickle mind.

Doodling... 

It's not just sign of boredom,

or a sign, of our inattention, 

but a way, to express creativity, 

letting it out, prevent the stress.

It also helps us passively engage,

even on topics of disinterest,

it may help us retain memory,

by keeping right level of arousal...

Not letting information slipping away. 

Regardless of benefits, or its drawbacks,

for us, they were moment of amusement,

drawing it ourselves or watching others,

doodling away, absentmindedly...

Happy Pana Sankranti

In the first day of Mesa (Hindu calendar),

we would gather, for the celebrations,

preparing for the Puja in the mornings,

fruits, flowers & sweets as offerings,

blowing of Counch, ringing of bells,

while chant & prayers reverberates, 

seeking blessings of our deities, 

Surya, Hanuman & lord Shiva.

Pana Sankranti...

Traditional Odia new year,

come with vibrant festivals,

preparing cooling beverages, 

a drink made out of wood apple,

to be shared with everyone.

The day spent in performing rituals,

devotees visit to temples & shrines,

celebrating birthday of lord Hanuman,

or various forms of devi Maa Shakti, 

dedicating days for Parva & Yatras.

And we pray, seeking divine blessings, 

having feasts, in community gatherings, 

making drinks with Bael, chhena & fruits,

adding spices, along with the sweets,

marking the occasion with full fervor. 

Happy Odia New year!

Kalbaisakhi

 Dark shadows, covers the sky,

as cool wind, begins to flow,

peaking pace, the gale blows,

bringing with it, torrential rains.

Kalbaisakhi...

The nor'wester,

a sudden change in weather,

burst of wind, rain & lightning, 

after facing the scorching summer.

In afternoon, coming back home,

I felt overjoyed, seeing atmosphere, 

since earth parched, facing the heat,

needed respite, some kind of relief.

Black clouds, were the messengers,

thunders, giving warnings to traveler,

to not venture, in dangerous grounds,

find shelter and enjoy the view.

Forces strengthened, in the evening,

waterlogged roads, uprooting trees,

even lightening put lives on the risk,

making us run for the covers.

Still, we celebrate, 

hoping it to change, 

as droplets fell from sky,

providing vital, pre-monsoon showers!

Journey of the paper boat

With joy & laughter, kids gather,

watching dark clouds forming over,

joining hands, for crafting boats,

using the best quality of sheets. 

Proud of their finished product, 

they went to the nearby river,

gently laying them on the surface,

thus starting, journey of the paper boats. 

Drop by drop, drizzles starts,

the children run away to home,

looking briefly for few moments,

see those vessels, as they float. 

The storm brewed, with intense force,

and rain changes, into heavy downpour,

the boats sway, from sides to sides,

wobbling unsteady, about to sink. 

Yet, a mild breeze gently flowed,

carrying whispers of kid's hopes,

lifting them up, as they submerged, 

providing support, letting them move. 

The wind howled, as lightening flashed,

rumbles of thunder, reverberates in air,

yet, the boats sailed, in the streams,

carrying along, their maker's dreams. 

Neither the ripples, led them astray,

nor the tides, block their ways,

for, each fold, and surface coat,

repelled water, from soaking wet. 

Propelled by wishes, of tiny hearts,

they became, courageous paper boats,

embarking in journey, of staying afloat,

braving turbulence, fighting the storm. 

As the kids watched, from the windows,

something sparked, in innocent hearts

inspired, amazed, they keep cheering on,

while receiving message, on resilience.

Old pictures

Old pictures,

a snapshot of a time,

where we were same,

yet seen so different,

along with our friends,

families and relatives,

in home, or vacations,

showing many emotions,

smiles, laughs and tears,

poses, dances and cheers,

monochrome, or vivid colors,

ground, sky, mountains & rivers,

enhancing our backgrounds,

connecting, without any sounds,

for, it rekindles those memories,

lost, in the passage of time,

and we would realize,

the bonds of our life,

might be fleeting,

but still remains alive...

Deep inside! 

PS: 

And we could recreate,

regardless of our age,

if we were together,

find joy in reenactment,

of youthful pictures....

Isn't that's a new trend?

Reflexes

Like a flash, it comes,

helping us, when needed most,

it's not our conscious efforts,

but a play, of subconscious mind. 

Some were blessed, with natural traits,

having keen senses, quick limbs,

others work hard, to hone these skills,

to infused it deeper, like muscle memory. 

And they work, like a magic,

leaving people stunned, surprised, 

for, eyes can't catch the movement,

when reaction time, are in milliseconds. 

Reflexes... 

An innate potential, 

that body stores, as reservoir, 

which are drawn, in delicate situations,

be it in games, fights or accidents. 

So, let us learn, this useful skill,

and treasure them, as divine gift,

for, they can be sword, or the shield,

in this life, where hazards are filled. 

And it will take care, of our concerns,

when we need, split-second decisions,

naturally gifted, or refined with practice,

these are valuable assets, we would require.

Snowflake blessings

These desolate lands,

lies barren and stark,

freezing, too cold to survive,

yet, are like the havens,

for these ephemeral beauties. 

Snowflakes... 

These icy crystals,

carried echos of the past,

of the meetings, & partings,

yet, their spirits, are enchanting,

with the magical display,

of their intricate patterns. 

And they would fall,

so delicate, so fragile,

floating, like cotton balls,

painting this world white,

pure, untainted, innocence defined,

melting away, on the grounds. 

For, this life is unforgiving,

their time limited, & unrelenting, 

still, they shine, reflecting the lights,

dispelling darkness, on the forsaken,

each crystal, like tiny, small wishes,

blanketing, these parched grounds...

With heavenly blessings!!

Hair loss

It's indeed a scare,

a problem that we fear,

affliction lot of us guys,

with patches & receding hairline...

And it sets a panic button,

we try shampoos and oils,

when even serum & medicine fail,

we surrender, or try PRP & transplants. 

Hair loss... 

Can affect any age,

be temporary or permanent,

when hair keeps on falling,

beyond our normal range.

It could be hormonal thing,

receptors sensitive to DHT,

or genetic, being hereditary,

reducing time for hair growing. 

And I pondered, the reason,

find ways, to evade the inevitable, 

to freely handle, these precious strands,

and not worrying, for potential reactions.

Is it dandruff, in fungal infections,

or autoimmune, body’s own action?

Which exaggerated, inherent conditions,

making me face, this difficult situation. 

There's a lot more, in our diets,

with vitamin and protein deficiencies,

following lifestyles, of using chemicals,

or be stressed, suffering from insomnia.

There are so many factors, not single point,

so I started caring, my treasured hair,

becoming mindful of way of life,

hoping for halting, the proceeding threat!

The stage's dream

It was a dazzling display,

of stories being played,

all the emotions stirred,

in hearts, of the audience,

ending in claps and cheers. 

I am that stage...

Who have seen their talents, 

observed in the proximity, 

their practiced episodes, 

enactment of the scenarios? 

From the props, to lighting, 

live musics to audio effects, 

in the cacophony of recitals, 

all the cheers, that are vital,

to keep the show running... 

And I watch this empty chambers,

still reliving those magical moments,

with echos of their voices,

resonating with my being,

evoking a sense of euphoria. 

So, I wait, in the anticipation, 

for them to return, have performances,

and I would join, be part of their cast,

used as a platform, to play my part,

but for now, let me just remember... 

As I imbibe, this atmosphere,

in the stillness of the night!!

Let me drown

Let me drown,

in my emotions,

neath the moonlit sky.

Looking at drifting clouds,

like the doubts, that shroud,

clarity of my thinking.... 

For, I need these moments

to reflect, express or lament,

opening up the feelings hidden.

And the winds too howl,

as if, it's crying foul,

of my present situation. 

The distant stars twinkle little, 

even hope is fragile and brittle,

for the wishes, remaining unfulfilled.

And the breeze, is so soothing,

its temperature, provide the cooling,

to these bitter sensations... 

Still, I need this space,

to confront, with grace,

or I will fail, to understand. 

So, let me drown,

lying on the ground,

imbibing the atmosphere. 

Floating on the surface

Floating on the surface,

how could I even speak,

of understanding the gravity,

the depth of someone's feelings... 

As an empty shell, I walked,

filling the contents, from the world,

through their fervent portrayal,

in various stories and anecdotes. 

Like wick, of a lantern,

needing fuel, for the flames,

but the glow, was never sustained,

extinguished by incoming breeze. 

Yet, the yearning still remained,

of the promises, that were made,

surrounding me with their noise,

in meetings, influencing my choice. 

And I struggled, as I protest,

its hold, within thought process,

manifesting itself in my expressions, 

impacting deeply, in most interactions. 

Finally, I decided, silence these voices,

letting mind, take over the choices, 

getting distant, detached from the calls,

for, it remained, a futile effort. 

So I keep floating, on the surface...

Waiting for the promised moment,

when the pillars, of the gates opens,

flooding me, with oceans of emotions. 

PS: This writing presents a person who is not emotionally adept with the society. But is aware of its presence from various stories and want to experience them too.

Collapsing structures

In this era of modernity, 

we have seen many marvels,

an embodiment of human mastery,

seen through skyscrapers and canals.

For, these were made with pride,

using lofty dreams as their drive,

to have an impact, leaving imprints,

on the course of our history. 

For millennia, humanity have strived, 

to build structures, for the glory,

from pyramids, temples, & palaces,

that have survived, the test of times.

Yet, there are something more important, 

that were nonexpendable part of our life,

from roads, bridges, dams & irrigation channels,

that were built for people's conveniences. 

And we see a stark contrast,

in structures, built by this generation,

that cannot stand for even years,

getting collapsed facing heavy rains.

So, what is so special, in ancient times,

we are lacking, that they did right,

even having assess to better materials,

that are stronger, sturdier, & available. 

The answer became apparent,

when we probe deeper in motives,

where money became a priority, 

rather than catering to our necessities. 

How could we have a good foundation, 

with mortars of lies and bricks of greed,

with hollow steel frames, ready to crumble,

under the weights, of our corruption... 

So, it just needs honest hands,

and our devotion, to this art,

let our sweats, & love be invested,

to grace the future, with lasting legacy!

Teacher's words

Teachers, a noble profession,

we should value, their instructions, 

for, there's an experience, 

behinds those golden words...

And it's a mutual connection,

allowing transfer of the information, 

depending on how conductive we are,

from reception, to the retentions. 

If we forge this sacred bond,

filled with respect and devotion,

each word would be carved on stones,

bringing enlightenment to our mind. 

Each spark would light the fire,

arousing interests, taking us higher,

expanding our mental capacity,

leaving its deep imprints. 

It would usher, age of learning,

of questioning and knowledge sharing,

influencing, gathering more seekers,

like the ripples, made on the pond.

And it all started, by teacher's words,

giving us wisdom, with their guidance,

as rays of light, they disperse darkness,

that clouds our inner consciousness. 

A clock witness

Tick tock, tick tock,

I hummed as I knock,

helping you in taking stocks, 

I am your humble clock... 

From the day I was built,

I was given a single directive,

to use my dials and hands,

letting masters, manage their time... 

I was kept, on the walls,

watching the time passing by,

through the generation change,

shifting like the desert sands. 

The spacious, cozy house,

slowly became homely abode, 

built with love and affection, 

bringing warmth to the surroundings. 

I had seen the birth and deaths,

joyful occasions to sorrowful events,

bustling gatherings to abandonment,

crammed spaces to deserted place. 

Tick tock, tick tock,

I am a silent observer, 

being the sentinel guardian,

A machine witness... 

Watching time's relentless parade.

Raindrop tales: From earth to sky

In the clouds, I was born,

a product of the condensation, 

of those evaporated water vapors,

from soil, lakes, rivers and oceans.

As tiny droplets, we lie suspended,

in larger groups, due to strong updrafts,

changing our shape and sizes,

affected by temperature, wind & turbulence... 

I am a raindrop,

floating with the clouds,

being carried by the winds,

drifting to places unknown...

This vast sky is my home,

I seldom encountered visitors,

yet, I had my share of surprises,

having encounters, with winged creatures. 

And then came the fateful day,

I embarked the journey of my life,

accompanied by flashes & rumbles,

it was a farewell, filled with fervor.

And I was amazed, waiting to land,

getting a mesmerizing view of the ground,

from square, rectangle or grid patterns,

rugged slopes with serpentine pathways. 

Closer and closer, as I fall,

faster and faster, becomes the pull,

passing through the misty air,

I was speechless, coming so near.

The trip was delightful & swift,

splashing down, on the leaf,

streaking through the branches,

upon the earth, with a welcome kiss. 

Joining my fellow brethren,

I went with the flow, into the streams,

going back to the river nearby,

hoping to visit again... 

Bound to the nature's cycle,

between earth, and the sky!

Life is mostly unfair

This life is mostly unfair,

it took time, for me to understand, 

having frustrations, and disappointments 

becoming disillusioned...

Yet, I chose to not care. 

I don't care...

I whispered in casual tone,

never reaching, a follow through,

for, deep down, I always knew,

I didn't want, to let it go.

So, I decided to hold on,

and carry, these broken dreams,

building the ship, that would sail,

navigating through the challenges. 

Practicing self-control and discipline, 

devoting self, in professional life,

gathering experiences in this journey, 

strengthening myself, overcoming shortcomings. 

There are also moments, of seeking pleasure,

to enrich my thoughts, with the beauty,

delving in things, of my interests,

in the passion, leisure and luxuries. 

For, this life is mostly unfair,

there's no point in lamenting,

I would strive, to carve this path,

leading to my destiny...

Forgotten books

In the corners of old library,

lies a weathered, rustic shelf,

showing scratches, chipped at place,

have become dusty, and unkempt. 

Yet, it had been home for long,

where I was kept, in my section,

along with my fellow companions,

waiting to be held, by claimants. 

And I remember those times,

when I was loved and cherished,

changing hands, every weekends,

with gentle fingers, turning of pages. 

The anticipation of our selections,

young minds, to older generations, 

reading stories in hushed voices,

witnessing changes in their emotions. 

And I lament, how deep I feel,

being admired, to almost forgotten,

getting further away, from the center,

as years passed, with newer arrivals. 

And I yearn, waiting for so long,

someone to open, browse pages,

even though its wrinkled or stained,

I wish to see gleams, in their eyes... 

And to feel again, revive my spirit,

with the warmth of human touch!!

Imposter syndrome

Am I deserving, I question...

Standing on this podium of life,

with all the respect in greetings,

making me happy yet apprehensive. 

Will I be exposed, of misgivings...

That would disappoint, everyone's beliefs,

for, I am not good enough, to be standing,

alongside ones, gifted & accomplished. 

Am I being delusional or a realist?

Suffering from being a pessimist,

yet, a better term might define,

for, I am imposter refined... 

Imposter syndrome, a curious condition...

Affecting many, in various positions,

holding us back, to reach our goals,

by reminding us, our shortcomings. 

Burdened with self-doubts...

And fear of being exposed, 

we fall victim, to our worries,

even our successes are discomforting. 

And we set higher standards...

Feeling inadequate, compared to others,

investing into work, for proving ourselves, 

yet, nothing satiates, this hunger. 

Imposter syndrome...it will extinguish, 

these flames of our life's energy,

without even once celebrating,

our contributions...value that we bring!

For the sanctuary

It's a tale of three souls,

whose destiny entwines,

for a common goal,

as they chased lofty dreams,

yet, facing hurdles of realities, 

to finally reach...The sanctuary!! 

Sikha, a doctorate PhD candidate,

working a thesis, on local vultures,

trying to find ways, save these species.

Ratan, a village farmer,

losing his produce, to the weather,

struggles to make his end meet.

Nandan, a wildlife photographer,

hoping to find the elusive picture,

to be appraised, for career rise. 

Three people, at different stage,

building path, to desired place,

unaware of a fortunate meeting.

For, Sikha, brought the knowledge, 

roped in villages, created awareness,

While Ratan, found opportunities, 

by caring saplings, planting trees,

Nandan heard of these stories,

in vultures, he found his calling. 

And their efforts, born the fruits,

villagers prospered, with the growth,

from forest produce, to tourism,

local hand loom, saw their sell,

Sikha had her research awarded,

Nandan, capturing prized photos, 

And Ratan, had prospering business. 

Yet, the real winners, were not vultures, 

But us human, celebrating conservation.

A conversation between moon and the ocean

It's a full moon night,

In these pristine shores,

shimmering with lunar light,

As tides rise and fall... 

" Oh moon, listen to my call,"

The ocean pleads in her song,

"why so distant, far from us,

when I carry your reflections, 

carved deep within my heart" 

" Dear Ocean, don't be sad,"

Moon replied, to allay her worries,

" I have always been your ally, 

trying so hard, to bring you closer,

yet, my gravitational pull lack power" 

" My precious Moon, such a tragedy,"

Ocean understood and rued silently,

" I too have the responsibility to carry,

even when my heart seeks your presence,

I couldn't reach, your extended invitations " 

" It's alright, I feel happy inside,"

Moon said, with a big smile,

" When I watch, your blue glory,

And I know, all of your sacrifice,

for your families in earth's kinds" 

Ocean smiled, being teary-eyed,

Moon glowed, a delicate shine,

as wind whispered, in clear sky... 

" We may never meet each other,

But in hearts, remains this picture,

For, we are, other's reflections "

A true companion

We were always together,

from the day, we were born,

only thing is, I needed illumination,

while you were present, regardless... 

I was your first friend,

a company for your childhood, 

letting you experience, adult limbs, 

when you wished, to be like them. 

Your tiny hands grew, 

now, I became your extension, 

creating different life forms, 

It was game, we played together. 

I had seen your struggles, 

flickering with your silhouettes, 

while you study, or watched shows,

under the glow of bulbs or candles. 

I saw those phases of youthful years,

running for love, dreams & aspirations, 

I followed, from morning to the evenings,

even sticking to toes, in harsh noon. 

Times passed, you are a working man,

carrying responsibilities on shoulders,

being forgotten, yet cheering your days,

in hardships or pleasures, of life's events. 

And now, I witness your weary soul,

tired, alone, approaching the end,

bedridden, with thin body and limb,

again discovering, long-lost friend...

In these borders, where lamp is lit,

we would be united, when our ends meet...

For, I am your shadow, a true companion!

How to define happiness

We want to be happy,

yet, our happiness varies,

depending on individuals, 

the perceptions of reality...

So, how could we define,

something that's arbitrary, 

that changes it's colors,

from people, to the society. 

World's happiness report,

used for ranking the nations,

might influence our opinions,

showing glimpses of prosperity....

And we wonder, how it feels,

living life in such countries, 

ignoring the inherent biases,

in making such statistics. 

For, it involves economic well-being, 

choosing countries that are wealthy,

having assess to all the amenities,

and freedom to live without worries.

In contrast, the poorer countries,

are expected to be sad, unhappy,

without steady income, or freedom,

good governance to support citizens. 

Yet, they exclude many valuable factors,

of having interests and some purpose,

psychological issues which might disrupt,

deeper connection, with our surroundings. 

For, our culture, too plays a role,

protecting us from social isolation,

policies prioritizing universal welfare,

promoting healthy, & fulfilling lifestyle. 

P.S

And so, we learn from pioneers, 

who created GNH ( Gross National Happiness)

factors, that might be much closer,

of defining, the path to happiness...

Blame game

Don't fall into the temptations, 

of blaming others, for misfortunes, 

it's the path, we have chosen,

that determined, the seen outcomes... 

We might have a difficult upbringing,

not enough opportunities, in the baskets,

our voices might have been silenced,

by the difficulties, of our situations. 

But, have we ever tried?

Make the most, of given chances,

or our hesitancy and pessimism,

lead us to our present condition? 

Then it hurts, to even listen,

all the mockeries and ridicules, 

for, somewhere in those taunts,

lies an ugly truth, unspoken... 

And, we have no answers,

still, we fall into procrastination,

for, it's our pride or ignorance, 

making us apathetic, to our situation. 

Disappointments, feeling like a failure,

our tears, couldn't comfort anymore,

pushing us more, to social isolation,

with our heart, filled with resentment. 

So, have we ever asked ourselves...

How much of blame game is justifiable?

Malaise

A chill seep through,

in damp, dreary days,

getting under the weather,

as my spirits feel astray... 

Malaise...

I am feeling low,

a bit feverish, my body aches,

craving the warmth, 

of a cozy bed.

With hot soups,

or strong ginger tea,

having some cut fruits,

and food lighter on belly. 

Then I lie,

wrapped in my blanket,

preserving body heat,

while soothing my soul.

Too weary and tired,

I am closing my eyes,

letting the sweats out,

to cool down my body. 

These are the times,

we become more alone,

seeking a gentle touch,

and a comforting presence.

With loved ones, we feel safe,

their support, gives us solace,

so, let me rest and recuperate, 

and finally prevail, over malaise!

PS : 

Do visit doctors,

If symptoms deepens... :)

A flowering plant

It all started, on my whims,

to watch, a flowering plant,

growing on the earthen pot...

Brightened by rays of sunshine,

that warms up, it's chilled surface,

only morning dews, left behind. 

Listening to the chirruping birds,

with cool breeze, freshens up mind,

my eyes, accustomed to daylight...

And I observed, the stems above,

carrying the weights, of the leaves, 

gently swaying, in the internodes. 

It seems insignificant, but customary,

to start my day, looking at the greenery,

as it grew taller and taller, all alone...

And I was intrigued, by its growth,

without blooming flowers, still flourished,

going against will, of life's processes. 

And then came, days of bad weather, 

strong winds, shaking its foundation,

bending its stalk, and the branches...

Next morning, I was surprised, 

to find a bud, a single flower,

that had sprouted, on the top. 

Yet, branches bent, lost its strength,

to sustain burden, nothing was left,

breaking down, leaving parts behind...

And, I nurtured, the broken stem,

watching in morning, as a routine,

letting it expands, until it heals...

Treating me, with bounty of flowers. 

And I wondered why it grew taller,

without giving a single flower,

while providing bouquets, 

after being broken?

What do you see?

Everything cease,

in this single breath,

make a deep inhalation, 

closing your eyes...

What do you see?

Let your mind waver,

like ripples, on water surface,

expanding, spreading further away,

losing its force, getting steady,

to provide you, a tranquil space... 

Now, hold that breath, 

visualize, the vast nothingness, 

yet, your senses get sharper,

getting attuned to the noises,

and you arrive, in realm of silence... 

Exhale slowly, relax your body,

you have achieved that mindset,

of finding the prized composure,

even in most troubled days,

if you practice it to perfect... 

For, here lies the secret,

a wisdom, of the ancients, 

to master, this art of living,

through controlling, flow of prana,

in their path, to the enlightenment... 

So, whenever you feel conflicted, 

just tap into your life's processes, 

focusing deeply, in your breathing,

with or without, closing the eyes...

Ask self...What do you see??

In the whispers

In the whispers,

I would sing this song,

of spending lovely moments, 

as we start, living together. 

Would it be morning sunshine,

drinking tea or having coffee,

listening to tweeting birds,

admiring the day's delights. 

In the heat, of the noon,

we would savor, something cold,

having giggles and fun challenges, 

taking shelter, to somewhere cool. 

In the afternoon, we make plans,

for an outing, or some recreation,

delving into each other's interest,

deepening bond, by learning ourselves. 

Would it be evening sunsets,

walking in parks, beach or mountains, 

holding hands, meaningful glances,

using shoulders for resting head. 

And our emotions would surge,

under the blanket, of the darkness,

diving into a night of passion,

or spend our time, in sweet talks. 

Yet, they are still whispers,

would they become the song,

growing as melodies, of our heart...

Or remains inside, as a wishful thought.

Hold on or move on

It's a predicament, we do face,

In this journey, in our days,

Where patience remains a virtue,

Until we fail, or procrastinate... 

Yet, letting go, might be frowned,

Missing opportunities, we have longed,

So, it pushes us, into a conundrum, 

Of letting it go or keep holding on...

To our dreams and aspirations! 

So, I wondered, what's the line,

To resolve issues, making up my mind,

When, every step, throws a question,

Tightening, like an invisible bind...

Lessons of patience

We are always in a rush,

to reach early, in our station,

not giving a thought for peoples,

that too are participating...

In this race for life. 

As everything was built,

for our conveniences,

from widened roads,

to faster vehicles. 

Have we ever wondered,

How life would be...

if privileges were lost,

under the weights, 

of nature's constraints? 

We have to learn, be conscious,

having left with no other options,

becoming mindful, of the movements, 

in concurrence with our surroundings. 

And we let them teach lessons,

while driving in difficult terrains,

along their twists and turns,

for understanding the true value...

Of our patience. 

For, we have to surrender,

our urges to race or overtake,

when, the paths were unforgiving,

and we couldn't afford mistakes. 

So, we learned to be humble,

regardless of perceived status,

calming anger or frustrations,

while becoming part of the traffic... 

Finally realizing, 

this lesson, of patience.

A conversation between scientists

 * The following conversation is between Leonardo da Vinci and Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam 

Scene: Sitting on a bench, in a serene garden, bathed in ethereal light 

Sitted on the bench,

they were genius figures,

one, a Renaissance polymath,

other, Missile Man of India... 

Leonardo: 

Oh, Kalam, you great man,

fancy meeting you, in this realm,

tell me, about your motherland, 

as we ponder, dreams for humankind. 

Kalam:

Leonardo, you are just brilliant, 

keeping art & science, hand in hand,

it is my pleasure to meet you here,

who's legacy have inspired us human... 

Leonardo:

I had a dream, of soaring the sky,

satiate my curiosity, with my eyes,

create world, where knowledge flows,

inspiring souls, to chase their dreams. 

Kalam:

Ah, dreams, they transform thoughts,

and our thoughts, result in action,

by taking responsibility, we would reach,

all the dreams, we dared to achieve. 

Leonardo:

That's wonderful, that's why we learn,

for, learning, never exhaust our mind,

but knowing isn't enough, we must apply,

being willing not enough, we must do... 

Kalam:

Also, we mustn't fear failures,

it will never overtake our determination,

for, our will power let us succeed,

overcoming frustration and obstacles. 

Leonardo:

Yet we falter, in our perceptions, 

Unaware, that exprience never errs,

there's a pleasure, in joy of understanding, 

For, the truth of things...is the nutriment, 

Of superior intellect! 

Kalam:

Those were inspiring words,

I would love to share them all,

to the youth, with divine fires inside,

I want to give wings, to this fire!! 

Leonardo:

Oh Kalam, our word won't die,

it's etched in their memories,

they would take world to it's zenith,

afterall, poor is that pupil...

Who doesn't surpass his master!! 

They both smiled, 

and vanished in thin air....

And a strong wind sways the grasses.

Waste management

We face, one of the biggest problem, 

a failure of subsequent governments,

that were complacent, in addressing,

the perils, of expanding population... 

Us, humans,are a resource driven society,

so, unplanned growth promotes inequalities, 

while becoming apathetic, ignore the cause,

of our surroundings, which faces the brunt. 

For, an urban dwelling, 

are akin to a living organism,

that can manage, without nourishment, 

yet, it's life-threatening, without excretion. 

And our ancestors had known, 

observed in Saraswati Sindhu Civilizations, 

for, they understood the value of sanitation, 

and created sophisticated drainage systems. 

But, as time passed, we lost this art, 

may be, foreign rules, played its part,

yet, modernity, have brought it back,

newer infrastructures, for managing wastes. 

Still, we are slowly losing the plot,

greed & corruption, leading from front,

ignoring the necessities, of our dwellings,

having broken or damaged sewer systems. 

Population too, had put the pressure,

unplanned developments, made it unsustainable,

without central control, over the localities,

we face the challenges, harsh realities. 

From overflowing drains, to polluted water,

it becomes a routine, for general population, 

lacking the resources, better the situation,

creating a dangerous trend....for future generations. 

Chocolates

From bitter seeds to taste divine,

a bond with humans, forever entwined,

started as the ritual drink, for the gods,

now, a source of our joy and delights. 

Chocolates... 

Be it small pieces to big bars,

we want them, in our hands,

biting, licking, or just keep inside,

savoring the solids, dissolve smoothly. 

It's our comfort food, in lonely days,

part of our greetings, to the young,

used as an expression, convey affection,

capturing the heart, with the attentions. 

From the streets, to luxury dining, 

they are the most sought after flavors,

prepared with love, into many desserts,

be it cakes, ice cream and beverages. 

Chocolates...

Roasted & grounded cacao seeds,

are more valuable, than simple treats,

forming a deeper bond, with every bite,

with sinful pleasures, a feeling that ignites... 

Like a symphony, inside our brain,

directed by these fascinating chemicals.

World Poetry Day

We all started some ways, 

in our innocent, formative days,

a voice within, igniting the flame,

to write our thoughts, on the pages.

And now, in this information age,

we have found, supportive stage,

conveying feelings, & experiences, 

adorning qualities, imagery & rhythms. 

It's indeed a blessing disguised,

to read, learn, and practice mind,

while being captivated by magic,

created through exquisite verses.

I am fortunate, to have arrived,

witnessing the talents, wisdoms revived, 

following the lead, I too have tried,

sharing perspectives, through my write.

So, I bow to these wonderful artists,

writers, authors, bards and lyricists, 

keep adding colors into our lives,

as I wish you all...

Happy World Poetry Day!!

Civic sense

We look around to blame,

any disorders and the damages,

in buildings, transport or pavements,

infrastructures that need repairs.

We rue the continued incompetence,

of our administrator and government,

With meek protests or surrendering,

rationalizing self about defective systems. 

Yet, we forget, that this world,

also have faced similar situations,

from higher population densities,

to widening income gap among people.

They, too, faced truant weathers,

from earthquakes or overflowing river,

development too played its role,

in the damages around the dwellings. 

Yet, they had kept things in order,

from policies to implementations,

so, where do they have excelled,

where we as a nation have failed?

It all comes down to respect for work,

with accountability, & minimal corruptions,

better coordination, within government,

would have achieved, the desired conditions. 

We take pride in our diversities, 

having ancient values infused lifestyle,

yet, everything floats on the surface,

deep down, we chase the profits.

Having excuses, presenting the problems,

no one listens, brainstorms solutions,

hard work mocked, praising easy money,

it's a race to attain, power and glory...

A land of spirituality, fallen to materialism. 

So, let us take moment to ponder,

our duties, responsibilities as a citizen,

for, the government is our representation,

what we are, shows on the ground. 

It's our civic sense...

We are the one, to be blamed!

They know our taste

 They know our taste,

or it's the music sense,

providing us the moments,

when we immerse ourselves,

in the beats and rhythms,

flooding us with emotions,

that blend harmoniously,

into beautiful chords,

the notes striking swiftly,

straight into our hearts! 

They know our taste,

or it's in the aesthetics, 

the beauty of our living,

that would manifest,

in the melodious sounds,

and the felt vibrations,

evoking sense of euphoria,

or calming the nerves,

hypnotizing our mind,

reverberating, through our soul. 

They know our taste,

and I am not complaining,

living for these moments,

when I am listening,

to these marvelous creations,

inspired by their understandings,

of the world's various elements, 

that could only be conveyed,

without writings or voices,

and transforming, in an ambience... 

Of our musical journey.

A rebellious soul

A rebellious soul, I was...

Fought against the dogmas,

becoming the voice of generation,

inviting newer lifestyle and ideas. 

For, it suited my aesthetics, 

why should I limit my potential,

grabbing opportunities that come,

I chose the path of my own. 

My parents were the traditionalists,

living meekly, making compromises,

following the system, without questions,

wasting their life, in the mundane.... 

And I followed by dreams,

fuelling the ambitions, I lived,

shutting the mouth of old faces,

reaching the height of the success. 

Yet, why does it felt empty,

even the connections short-lived, 

for, everyone fending for themselves,

no one cared or made concessions. 

A rebellious soul, I was...

Yet, my childhood was nostalgia,

where did I lose this plot,

when things, were under my control? 

May be, the answer lies...

In the wisdom of the ancients,

woven among with the faithful,

manifested in their understandings...

For a happy and content life!

We are in their place

We are in their place,

visiting for some moments,

let us be sober & respectful,

while we disturb their space. 

For, our presence was felt,

like the ripples, it spreads,

either welcomed or unwanted,

affecting the conditions, they lived. 

It's paramount, that we cared,

in human dwellings or natural habitat,

we are guest, they were the residents,

that are bound, to that location. 

We might feel the excitements,

of exploring new, for experiences,

but they would face the consequences, 

of any mischiefs, mistakes or accidents. 

Yet, we forget, carry our ego around,

oblivious of harm, that it may cause,

through the demands, or our actions,

changing perceptions, forcing reactions. 

So, be mindful, be aware...

As we are in their space,

witness or capture their charm,

while making the whole interactions... pleasant.

Unhappiness

What are the signs?

That manifest in our life,

telling us, something's missing,

for, we are unhappy within... 

Unhappiness... 

It's a common thing,

with the struggles of living,

yet, ignored by us human,

in the pursuit, of our dreams. 

And we might not know,

about self or close ones,

dealing with the sadness,

that is breaking them inside. 

So, we have to take the cue,

look for the symptoms shown,

that provide us the options,

to support, help the person. 

There might be social isolation,

it's a way of defense mechanism, 

for us to avoid, pain or distress,

becoming detached or disinterested. 

We might develop negative outlook,

being gloomy in the joyful occasions,

even develop irregular sleep patterns,

for, our mood and sleep are entwined. 

Losing interest in our daily life, 

be it hobbies, work, or socializing, 

while mental space, is being occupied, 

with a constant wave of self-criticism. 

For the sake of our image or standards,

we keep pointing out flaws or failures,

while wearing a mask, of false positivity, 

convincing self and others, we are happy. 

Unaware, that these feelings of ours,

brings ailments, into mind and body,

mental problems to metabolic disorders, 

from acute troubles to chronic diseases. 

And we neglect, our well-being,

like following any self-care routines,

for, we don't value ourselves enough,

or find the motivation, to work on it. 

For, unhappiness, seeps like poison,

creating habits, changing behaviors, 

unless we recognize and acknowledge, 

we will not reach, our ideal state... 

Of being truly happy. 

Inspired by article on HackSpirit " People who are deeply unhappy in life display these behaviors" by Eliza Hartley

Stranded

Alone...

In this ocean of feelings, 

that were built over the time,

as the wind of my aspirations,

propelled, this boat of mine. 

From a flying start,

a journey I embarked, 

with sails that's fastened,

by the wires, of loved ones. 

I braved the incoming storms,

and the capricious weathers, 

ably supported by the ballast,

I drifted boldly, to my destination. 

Alone...

Things changed slowly,

as the atmosphere thickened, 

and the airflow too ceased,

coming into a standstill. 

I tried to row, 

or let the thing float,

yet I felt powerless,

against the forces of nature. 

Day turns night, 

weeks, months and years,

getting drenched in rainfall,

got dehydrated, by heat of sun. 

Alone...

I am stranded,

living through a pattern,

without any indication,

of coming change. 

As the ocean, rises and falls,

I seek directions, towards my goals,

losing hope, every passing moment,

looking at vast emptiness...of visible horizon. 

And I wondered, as I lie,

should I let my anchors down,

without knowing the very depth, 

below the surface, of my emotions.

Ambitions

Ambitions...

A trait that promotes,

our drive towards the goals,

fueled by thriving aspirations,

a hunger to achieve positions,

of getting wealth, fame or power,

standing on the top of this tower,

being admired for our contributions,

grabbing all the opportunities available,

to attain glory, from our successes, 

helping us find followers,

those who listens, to our orders,

fulfilling all of our expectations ,

to finally be relieved,

Of our obligations. 

Yet, we forget... 

Ambitions...

Are detrimental, 

feeding our ego,

with every step we take,

climbing these tall castles,

secured by walls and pillars,

never trying, to touch the ground,

by being humble, showing compassion, 

for, everything is to be measured,

through the prism of our benefits, 

losing the intent or inclinations, 

of retaining, essence of relations,

as we became more demanding,

never to make any concessions, 

in our quest, for perfectionism.

Happy Holi

It's the festival of colors,

bringing joy, with full fervor, 

be it children, youth or elders,

everyone were greeting others...

Happy Holi!

Spring arrives, welcoming sight,

time for gathering, celebrating life,

generations meet, traditions intertwined, 

commencing with prayers, to the deities.

We sit together, hear the tales, 

of ancient times, when evil prevailed,

yet, goodness rise, victory claimed, 

bringing blessing, to the masses.

For many, it's a cultural exchange,

spreading love, when we engage,

making friends, forgetting differences, 

and come together, on the stage.

Singing, dancing, playing games,

applying gulal (abir), on the faces,

drenching from the colorful sprays,

as atmosphere dazzles, in vibrant display.

And we visit, friends and families, 

sharing snacks, & delicious sweets,

likes of samosa, gujiya, thandai, 

make our heart jump with joy.

Happy Holi !!

Chained

These invisible restrains,

binds me up, ties me down,

anchoring me, to the ground...

Every step I wished to take,

came with much skepticism,

pulling me back, to the beginning. 

So I watched, as they walked,

towards the goals, that I had,

showing glimpses, of those dreams...

More I struggled, more I sank,

like drowning, in the quicksand,

of my aspirations, far from reach. 

Chained... 

Being bound to my obligations,

with fear, of an uncertain future,

if not taken, the acceptable route...

For, the world had its demands,

choices had their consequences, 

so I became, apprehensive & reluctant. 

And so, it tightened its hold,

seeping inside, like a poison, 

paralyzing, my heart and mind...

By letting go, of treasured dreams,

I was constrained, by overthinking,

putting a limit, to my freedom. 

Chained...

So I questioned, 

do I have regrets?

Looking at these shackles,

And I realized, in my silence...

For, I knew the answer.

Entrepreneurs

In this game of business, 

there are many, who could mess,

a life of comfort and tranquility, 

by chasing fame and profit. 

Most fail to even retain,

invested capitals in the market,

wasting precious time & energy,

going bankrupt or get depressed. 

But, few would stand out,

making a name for themselves,

gaining insights, rising to the top, 

through tactics, tricks of the trade. 

Entrepreneurs...

They are a separate class,

bringing innovative changes

in old or traditional methods. 

By taking risks, embracing losses,

they gather support and patronage,

from small returns, to compounding profits

they reach stages of expanding business. 

But, it's a strenuous journey, 

needing diligence and passion,

with courage & resourceful mindset,

even luck, favors the bravest...

Custom or poverty

Are some customs, that being followed,

are just traditions, from centuries old,

to be believed, trusted faithfully,

without concerns and misgivings. 

For, our ancestors were inspired,

were ignorant, at their wits' end,

forcing people, making decisions,

using myths, to influence opinions. 

Was this fallacy, mere superstition,

Or there's something else, deeper reason? 

Poverty... 

It's the most pertaining cause,

faced with limited resources,

they develop habits and biases,

that go against, general conventions. 

And we would judge, through our prism,

unaware of their needs & compulsions, 

for, they have to make compromises,

living within, a tight-knit community. 

But now, time has changed...

These customs, facing a slow death,

as people find better opportunities, 

provide their children, good lifestyles.

Once a symbol of their uniqueness, 

losing its footings, against newer generations,

for, things which were morally conflicting,

have lost the tag, of being a heritage.

Wars

It is the era of conflicts,

a curious mind does wonder,

what's could be the reasons,

for many fighting, among people... 

War...

Been part of human civilization, 

as armed conflicts, violent struggles,

when things not solved by words,

till the sides, accepts defeat.

For, there's not always winners,

only losses, despair in surrenders,

the joy of victory is short-lived, 

remaining in historical memories. 

Hostilities are intrinsic to the life,

facing challenges & competitions, 

for mates, territories, feeding grounds,

or very survival of the fittest.

Yet, not many fight for pleasure,

out of hatred, envy or angers,

where evil mind with authority, 

ordering murders, even genocide... 

Wars...

We, human, were the intelligent being,

yet animalistic instincts resides within,

so, our quarrels, and disputes too,

demands higher level of sophistication. 

Everything becomes grandeur, 

from weapons to defenses,

and scale of the destruction, 

to involve wider regions... 

Yet, the question still remains,

after arriving, into present generation,

with much awareness & communications,

why so we still fall...into evils of warfare!

And answer, is not on the grounds,

the people, facing the consequences, 

but lies, in very nature of the universe, 

manifesting, in our desires...

 

Changing moods

How can I capture,

true meanings of your gestures,

for, your mood is capricious, 

changing like a lunar phase.  

Someday you are so gentle,

sweet words, feelings so tender,

like full moon, you feel closer,

sweet talks, with love & affection. 

Yet, there were also days,

you seem distant, at heart,

as a waning gibbous, it recedes,

the beautiful smile, on your lips. 

But then, you become volatile,

as you speak, or become silent,

and I feel, you reach third quarter,

when I tried, getting your attention. 

As our meetings become infrequent, 

chats delayed, calls remain unanswered,

I wondered, are you a waning crescent,

giving glimpses, fading into darkness. 

The most painful, are those days,

you stop contact, ignore my pleas,

like a new moon, in pitch black night,

So, I was broken and disheartened. 

Yet, then comes the reversal,

as slowly, you start answering,

and I wondered, should I be hopeful,

for finally experiencing, the full moon.

Simplicity is underrated

Simplicity is underrated, 

sometimes even berated,

to be considered naive,

to the world's functioning. 

Sometimes taken advantage, 

being mocked for being cheated,

of grabbing better opportunities,

and, getting higher rate of success. 

It's the age of competition, 

promoting the cunning ones,

there's no time, taking it slow,

to build skills and character. 

Without promotion, you will lose,

a sidekick, on the backgrounds, 

so you chase, ignoring surroundings, 

only catering to your selfish needs. 

Yet, simplicity have its presence,

the one, not swayed by ongoing race,

treading mindfully, with genuine purpose,

while keeping their principles alive.

Not many, understand the value,

as they contribute, with a silence, 

and before long, we would learn,

lean to them, for every situation... 

They might not reach the top,

walk in their pace, towards their goal,

but they were the happiest person,

without many worries and concerns... 

For, they are the true winners.