Showing posts with label Reflections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reflections. Show all posts

Friday, August 19, 2011

a dream not my own

Do I not have a dream
to call it my very own?

How could I survive
cherishing somebody
else’s dream?

Ah, let me wake up
to the illusive realities
than live in somebody’s dream

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

transience


The dainty flower that blossoms today
Exuding fragrance and exquisite beauty
alluring the straying butterfly
Will wither to nothingness
Someday

The rainbow that curves the horizon
Shading in great magnificence
Captivating unknown hearts
Will vanish to oblivion
any moment

The shapely reddened apples
Sparkling ripe in the reaps of labour
Veering low the boughs in prosperity
Will be detached to fall
Someday

Name and fame, Power and pelf
The desire of every glorious soul
 A key to greatness in being
will crumble down  
Someday

Beauty and charm
That so captivates the beholder
And infatuates many a hearts
Will yield to wrinkles
Someday

The melodious songs of the nightingale
Warbled pleasantly from the woods
Soft and soothing to the soul
Will  come to an end
Someday

The greenness of the meadow
Where the squirrels dance and play
And bees and butterflies buzz around
Will turn grey
at the fall

The sun that radiates the universe
Shining rays of  winning smiles
In the warmth of its glory
will sink  beyond the horizon
at the end of the day

Monday, August 1, 2011

Feather in the wind

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Fluttering
at times high
other times low
like dandelions in the air
my mind wanders
far and wide
a feather in the wind

Robed
in multitude of thoughts
vexed in its profanity
fully pent up
swirling pukes of insanity
vying for a vent of outpour
ah! an absurd existence

Pleasing words
echoing sweetness
lug confusions at times
even the charming face
puckers the want of expression
for the "saddest thoughts"
and the "sweetest songs"

happiness
and sadness
are the dividers of life
weighed on a seesaw
life, a centre peg
must hold in place
the varied verities

the everyday angst
sing the insipid lyrics
seeking the grace of god
to imbue the sporadic chasms
Mend the dizzying spasms
while the mind still flutters
a feather in the wind

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Am I rich or poor?


I am not rich
Like most rich men
I do not have a good bank balance
Nor do I carry a thick purse
I do not own estates
Nor posh cars and buildings
I do not have the luxury
of keeping consorts
I do not gamble at high stakes
and I do not smoke
the doubly taxed foreign fags
I am not blessed with riches
I am not rich
Like most rich men of today
But I ain’t poor either
I have a healthy body
Complete with all senses
I have a happy job
For my three square meals
I have a good night’s sleep
With sweet dreams to cherish
I have a marriage
tied in silken knots of love
and vows of faith and trust
Not of infidelities and deception
I have rich thoughts
and richer feelings and emotions
Life’s trivial problems
aren’t a big burden
I have a life worth living
What else can I wish for?
Am I rich or poor?
What are riches without happiness?

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Is all well?

Culture degrading
Values dying
More westernizing
Is all well?

Climate changing
Snows melting
Forests thinning
Is all well?

Crimes on rise
Peace otherwise
Unsafe all over
Is all well?

Nation in transition
Democracy young
Confusions many
Is all well?

Many impositions
Many bans
Black market
Is all well?

Many laws
Stern actions
Receipt a must
Is all well?

Father gambling
Mother drinking
Children into gangs
Is all well?

Bigger world
Narrowed mind
egocentric
Is all well?

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Fleeting moments

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Flowers bloom and wither
Leaves fall, trees wane
Dreams die,
Rainbows vanish
even the mighty sun
shies away
beyond the  horizon
Everyday ebbs
to nothingness
Nothing holds
except impermanence
laughing in mockery
at humans running
the life’s busy race
in blindness
Callous greed and fallow dreams
Hostilities at its height
bent even to cut the  other’s  throat 
for a singular gain
Humanity galloping away
Every men and women
thoughtless outlanders
oblivious of the choices
the two roads in the woods offer
unmindful
that we reap as we sow
with every fleeting moment
life nears its end
Some day
Sooner than later
to embrace dear death
in all its icy coldness
Are we prepared?
Do we not need
to mend our ways now?
Will death be pleasant?

Monday, May 23, 2011

Don't

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Don't tug at my friendship
It’s like a rope
Strong yet tender
It can snap
If yanked

Don't play with my dreams
It’s like an egg
Playful yet delicate
It can break
If not cared

Don't bungle up my hopes
It’s like a glass
Crystal yet fragile
It can shatter
If mishandled

Don't cheat on my trust
It’s like a rainbow
Beautiful yet elusive
It can fade
If hoodwinked

Don't disturb my faith
It’s like a cloud
Clear yet dense
In can engulf
If perturbed

Don't break my heart
I don’t know it is like
But it’s so tender and fragile
That if it breaks
I would be no more

Friday, May 20, 2011

A recipe


Till one's mind like a land
Lay beds of proper mood
Sow seeds of desired success
Let some goodness grow

Nurtute it with determination
Prune boughs of jealousy
Uproot ill feelings like weeds
let no negative influence impair it

Spray doses of humour at times
Aspire heavenly blessings like rain
Let unity spread its recoiling roots
all through for a good harvest

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Footprints in the sands of time

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The silken scarf,
in auspicious shades
proffers down the golden throne,
to adorn you the honours
of blessed glory
and noble recognition
of a job well done.

Standing out amidst the odds;
You sailed against the tides.
With immeasurable wisdom and experience,
in unwavering self less service,
Your confidence ever soared.
Even the occasional storm
could not sweep you off your feet.
You captained the ship,
to accomplish the aspirations
of the noble visions of GNH,
towards the subjugation of crime
dispensing the fragrance of peace.
You are the saving grace
from public antipathy
to bonds of partnership.

For the welfare of your men,
You touched every nook,
Your own comfort came last.
Nothing tires you down
You are indeed a workaholic.

You brought home the bacon,
You deserve the laurels.
What else could we ask for?
Your success is our pride.

In bonds of eternal camaraderie,
your men cherish your success,
On this joyous occasion,
in respect and sublime bliss,
with profound felicitations,
All ranks salute you,
Trashi Delek,  Dear Sir.

May you ever rise so high,
Think hence ever so vast,
Lead us ever so forth;
Your retinues are at your heels.
You are our guiding star,
The torch to light our path,
Lead us on, oh My Chief,
and leave footprints in the sand of time.


Friday, November 19, 2010

In poetic mood again

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I have bid the summer goodbye.
Winter is now whispering in sight.
I wish the winter to retire soon,
Its parting shall herald the harbinger
of a joyous union and togetherness,
for which I have the longing.

This quest must cruise to a halt.
I am getting tired,
traversing the sands of time
with a steady gait of life,
along the  slippery path,
a tribute of turmoil
of a distant onward march
of physical hardship and toil,
that often my aging bones fail,
yet I do not yield to failure.
With hopes within I struggle.
I expect the unexpected.
In the worst, I find my strength.
I advance,
with you in my heart.


I am fighting the nightmare of loneliness.
I am drowning in a sea of thoughts,
of sweet memories of togetherness.
and the reservations
of the trivial misgivings,
rises in pensive verse.
I am in my poetic mood again
and I see you in my poem.

Amidst all the complexities;
I have realized the reality.
Life is indeed a bittersweet journey.
and I often sing the blues,
but my anxieties remain,
to see life's youthful hue.
The silver lining in every cloud.
that time would run its course,
that one day I would have lived all days,
through thick and thin,
It would be the day then,
the day I would have waited for,
the day you would have waited too.
A day of homecoming
to be with you.

Till then,
with pensive thoughts to cherish,
 in poetic moods I remain.
A stranger amongst the strangers
in a place stranger than ever.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Wind chime

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The wind chimes tinkled
moved by the gentle breeze
ringing out musical notes
in orchestration
sweet songs in the air
profound, pleasing and gentle
soothing to this ears

The wind chimes bleat
the sweetness of memories
humbled hopes of happiness
new dimensions in dreams
prosperity in thoughts
my being enhanced
even my shadows glare

but the breeze blows past
moves the chimes to a halt
songs end, music dies down
melody fades into darkness
happiness to oblivion
only the memories remain
ah! will it die down too?


Friday, October 29, 2010

without a title

Though dumb the mouth
and still the body.
yet never barren
is the brain

Thoughts upon thoughts,
rises and sets
woven into words,
on the lips

I understand
the misunderstandings,
of empty emotions,
I pen the pain.

Blank thoughts

Myriad thoughts arise
as I sink into the chair
Silence echoes loud
voices choke the throat
heart beats your name.

I muster my courage
and employ the pen
to weave the verse
born in your thoughts

I sit
for quite so long
shaping the thoughts
but alas, woe betide
all I find
is the paper blank.