Silent Sound of Humbleness 

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 Amid the  sounds of birds and the waves, 

In that hour when the Sun set quietly I watch, 

It goes with a promise to rise again the next day,

I wonder whether I will be a witness to it again, 

It may be on the horizon of blue ocean, 

Or behind the peaks of mighty mountains, 

It’z orange hue always leave me in awe, 

Silently it lets the moon to guide us in the dark, 

This silent Sound-less interchange of gold and silver, 

Shows the  mighty humbleness of the universe so vast. 

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A day I never celebrated- VALENTINE’S DAY

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                                                     Dedicated to my better half Arun Prabhakar. 

Valentine’s day so much hype around a day, 

Some may be bestowed with too much love, 

While others may feel uncared and not loved, 

For me it is an ordinary day, 

The rain has made it special, 

And my “morning friends” are in a mood to play. 

            When i think of love it is not just for a day, 

             It is not in red roses or chocolates or a ring,

            It is not holding hands or forever vows, 

             These are just gestures which may fade away. 

For me love is to let other be,

To  let other have the freedom of choice,

To let other have a few thoughts of his/her own, 

To let other decide what he/she wants,

To let the other feel partner not a slave or sub-ordinate,

To let the other agree or disagree on the same thought, 

To walk apart but together not in front or behind, 

To live the love day-to-day in countless ways. 

                     I know I can decide matters minor to major,

                    I need no permission but just a communication, 

                    That is the Love which only fortunate may have

                    Yes,  after 17 years of marriage i may not had a Valentine’s day,

                    But Respecting my individual being is most precious gift, 

                   I get  from him  everyday ,

                   And it makes my everyday  -“ A Valentine’s day”

P.S.     Trust is the oxygen &  Giving space to each other is the life-line of a relationship. 

Seriousness- An awakening 

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Every step I take it may be of some worth

A milestone may give me courage to move ahead

One step wrong and all is gone

So I contemplate my every act 

In this journey of precious life

But one day I got tired of so much stress

And seriously looked at myself

The seriousness with which I analyzed 

I finally realized Life is just a matter of breath

Seriousness

Life- “Shades of Nothingness “

Oh dear life really what you are? 

Nothing tangible or touchable, 

You never make-up your mind, 

One way or the other, 

You may say there is only one way, 

 But never reveals what awaits me, 

Everytime I feel confident of my footstep, 

You through a new challenge towards me

But have you realized from my point of view? 

Even in the sleep I  am always on my toes, 

Pleass have a good look at yourself, 

Your playing with us lesser mortal, 

Leading to nothing but an end, 

An END where neither i nor you

Neither of us is going to wins. 

” The burden of handed-over thoughts”


                      Dedicated to the most precious Love of my life  And all  other children 

                            who crave for the Freedom to walk on their own

From where I stand today there are precious moments lost, 

Was it my fault that I couldn’t stand-up for myself at that time? 

 Or Was it the effect of the handed-over thought process? 

 In retrospect all suffocating was result of inactions,

These thoughts leave me scared for my very existence
          

              The life is beautiful in it’z simplicity 

               Why feed the mind with borrowed stuff, 

               It may be relevant for different time & space, 

               Why cheat myself just to be on the right side of others?

               Why even feel obliged to please everyone but self?      

     
Why create robots when there are enough around?

Living without the will of their own,

Think for a moment if we still can do so,

It may not be too late to know the limitless,

The freedom of existence without obligation. 
   

      If we can wake-up now to acknowledge ourself,

        It may help new entrants to carve the path in their own ways

        Then perhaps the suffering and suffocation of soul may end, 

        And mother Earth may smile once again. 

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              LIFE -A Over stuffed Cupboard        

                                                 

       

                                 Ignoring the capacity of drawers and shelves space

                                We think It has unlimited storage place         

                               We keep putting things in ever nook and corner

                               And one day when it can hold no more

                               Silently collapse leaving behind a scattered mess

                Then we realise nothing we stored was needed

                It was only our mindless hoarding

                May be because we had a place to keep

                We burnt our energy and valuable resources

                Just to satisfy our ego which always crave for more

                        This is how we look at life ,-a  Space

                       Filling it with unwanted feelings and emotions

                     Increasing unhappiness by not letting anything go

                    And when it is time to go we leave with a burden

                    Except a lucky few who kept the space uncluttered &pure

                Time   – “Is it real?” 

          
                               

Watching the sunset that day my thoughts wandering

My focus on the beauty of ever changing fiery colors

Fascinated as always by the humble Sun

My friends happily enjoying their evening meal

Unaware that this was the last meal of this year

                 Next day duty bound the Sun rose at tbe same  time

                The chirpy friends at the window  at the same time

                I asked them what has changed in one night ?

                They said nothing else but  it is only human perception

                The nature is neither a slave nor it is bound

                Year end or begin is futile effort  to limit the limitless time

                

What one day end has changed in our lives ?

Still the poor of this world continue to suffer

Innocent people are being killed in the name of religion

Animals are being slaughtered for human pleasure

Million years may begin and come to an end

An year is just to bring order to the chaos of daily life

Only Love is the beginning and end for PEACE in our lives


                
                  

                       

             A visit from Life          


      Image courtesy  Magic- realism  Artist Suman Gupta ( http://www.sumangupta.com)

The beauty of life is it’s silent path

There are no sign-posts no directions

Hardly any benchmarks set to look upon

No indicators to right or wrong

             Life is also the journey towards the end

             It is so mystic and so profound 

             It’s delicate existence can vanish anytime

             Without a trace or a warning or a sign

One day quietly IT (life) asked me to listen

I was let into the secret of my being

Be the reason of others happiness not pain

Be a reason of others laughter not tears

Be the light in others dark hours

And you will see my (life) radiance all around you

 

          WHO REMEMBERS YOU

                                                              
Today my morning friends triggered a thought

Who remembers you in their daily thoughts ?

The answer may not be what seems obvious

            For me they are my morning friends

            Everyday Silently they wait on window pane 

           What ever i give they accept happily

            And then we share a few moments of bliss

           They nibbling the grains and me sipping the coffee

           Then we part to meet again to watch the setting Sun

  You may forget the vendor who deliver the supplies

  He will remember you not for the business you give

  But for sharing his moments of joy and sorrows

  You may forget the old man on the street

  But he will remember you everyday 

   Enveloped in the warmth of blanket you gave

               You may be hugged or showered with loads of wishes

               By long list of family, friends and relatives 

                On your birthday or some other special days

                But small deeds done for strangers not for your gains

                Will give you the pleasure of being remembered everyday.