Welcome 2014

A year of transformation:

Hopefully Indian politics' alteration,

Biz India's further evolution,

Sound economics beating inflation,

The climate's revivification,

Agriculture's revitalization, 

Only positive effects of globalization,

More, better products of education,

More peace, more resolution,

More sense, more passion,

More work, more relaxation, 

More wisdom, more innocence,

More highs, more balance, 

More dreams, more achievements,

More health, more sustenance,

More wealth, more benevolence, 

More luck, more perseverance,

More love, more friends,

More, and more, and more celebration,

2014 - Reinvigoration.  

- Written on 31 December 2013. 

- Self-explanatory 

BTW, I received a message from a dear Prof stating: 

not fare well but fare forward o voyeger   not more but little less is how world should  move, greetings and thanks for the dreams. pp

In response, I wrote: 

Indeed less Sir! 

Less consumption, less materialism,

Less insensitivity, less fanaticism, 

Less talking, less inaction, 

Less apathy, less division. 

But I still believe, more has a place, 

More is better when it comes to Grace

So I wish you more of less, and more of more

My heartfelt wishes you must bore.

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:) 

Maha Ganapatim

Maha ganapatim 

The one with the elephant head.
The one born of a mother's sweat,
The one who knows it all:
That parents are a child's world coz they own his heart,
The one who always evil wards,
The one we worship as the foremost among the Gods.

The scribe with the broken ivory,
The one who wrote Vyas's long poetry,
The one who proposes peace,
The one who loves to feast,
The one satisfied with a strand of grass,
The one who shuns no task.

The one who drives the smallest vehicle:
Nano technology and consumerism we could learn from him,
Does the least work possible: white collar manager,
Fat as the world of which he is the ruler.

The one who killed a demon when roused,
Untouched by emotions, the pragmatic Lord, 
He is always smiling as he helps us,
He who gives back as good as he gets.

The one who took on his father and was beheaded, 
But still emerged the victor, his mother's favourite.

The one whose brother is a warrior god,

The hedonist, the caretaker, the wise one, the paradox.

The myth, the hero, the smart aleck, 
The cool dude, set apart from the rest,
The one we look to for guidance,
The one who ever gives us reassurance.

Maha ganapatim

- Written on 30 Nov 2013
- Dunno why, but I was singing Maha Ganapatim and this emerged
- Perhaps it is also fated that this is my 100th post :) 
- I think this one can do with revisions, but later. Can't decipher right now. 

Happy Birthday Aju

The kid is all grown up now:
Asks for info on jobs and all.
The one who cuddled and needed feeding,
Now hugs under duress and knows cooking.
The one who fought, now mediates,
The one who now gives, not takes.

But somethings change not at all:
He is still loving and affectionate,
He still achieves, he still plays,
He still quips, is cynical, and rants and raves,
He is still quixotic and brave,
He is still a little boy at heart, my fave.

Happy Birthday Aju.

- Written on 20 November 2013
- Self Explanatory :)

The Journey

The Ride

The curtainless windows are shut tight

In the second floor classroom.

Shut against all the noise from the road.

A voice reads aloud some lines

And enraptured minds sit in silence.

You do not look, but are aware, sharply, avidly,

That everyone is waiting, grasping, for even a shred of the beauty.

Your own eyes are wide open to possibilities.

Your ears twitch that no sound escapes their repository.

The person ahead of you, you almost do not see.

You seem to move continually forward

Towards a destination

Just beyond the voice, the person, lies realization.

Outside the world is going berserk

Chaos tries intruding through cracks in the wood

But fails to impinge on your focus.

A chuckle resounds in the silence. It echoes your thoughts.

The mood swings: further deliberation is paused.

At the end of this ride, you awaken.

You had stepped into the poet’s realm.

Mesmerising, the voice resounds even when you leave.

It stays with you each time you read Jejuri.

The passion you had seen has seeped into you

You are alive sensibly and sensitively

To the sensuousness, the richness, literature, life, has to offer to you.

Happy Birthday Meena Ma’am.  And  a million thanks. .

- Written on 16 September 2013. 

- Self Explanatory :) 

Best Wishes

A bold step taken - never regret

Things were meant to be - never forget

Old is gold - well said. 

Now aspire for diamonds and platinum instead. 

Fond memories will prevail 

But then there was also much travail

It had never been a smooth sail

Now finally, everyone will, you, hail. 

The new journey may be fraught

With fears that are worth naught

For the many talents you have got

You will always emerge the best of the lot. 

- Written on 16 September 2013

- For Susan :) Way to go Madame :) 

Oblivion

It is easy to walk, walk to forget your pain.

Aimless, senseless wanderings, your mind free of restrain.

Shops abound, shopkeepers call out, pedestrians dash past.

But you just walk, and walk fast.

Nothing infringes on a soul turned inward,

Peace that you seek has been delivered.

Then a screech of brakes that jar,

Reality is no longer afar.

You apologise sweetly.

People blame the mobile, you acquise unknowingly.

You wonder what would happen if...

And then decide there is little to crib

Just be more careful planning such a venture

When you let intrude not a murmur,

Choose a garden, a park, a gym even

When next you want, crave, oblivion.

- Written on 3 May 2013

- OK before anyone gets on my case, while it is based on a true incident, there have been several such instances when I was not even at fault AND there is something called DRAMATIC LICENSE. 

Knock away Death

Death day in, death day out,

Death is all you sense throughout.

A smile on her face, your best friend,

Pain in her eyes, so deadened.

What more can you do? What to do?

It haunts you, it taunts you.

But she soldiers on, she still comes to your aid,

You realize anew how easy you have life made.

I will not give in. I will not give up.

Till I can, with her, I will keep up.

I will not shed a tear. I will not let in fear.

I will not her ideals smear.

When she moans for death, I will crack a joke.

When she tires, I will prod, I will support.

Death, knock all you want, evermore

I, we, are NOT opening the door.

- Written on 4 May 2013.

- Self explanatory.

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Another Breath

What do you do? When someone you love tells you she wants to die?

When you know saying “things will get better” would be a lie?

When there is nothing you can do save be there

As for every breath her struggle she lays bare?

When the pain does not leave her in peace

She moans even at night as she sleeps?

When the swollen legs and the cramps make your hands ache

Nothing you do seems to make her troubles fade?

When along with her physicality, you see her personality change

As she copes with the new challenges that her restrain?

When you can see life slowly out of her drain

Your words, your actions, your hopes in vain?

When you join her in wishing for death

Afraid to kill, to die, to live? Well, you just take another breath.

-         -  Written on 17 April 2013.

-         -  It has been germinating a while now. Self-explanatory.