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...