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       LIFE -A Over stuffed Cupboard    Â
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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?”Â
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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
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       A visit from Life     Â
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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
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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.
       Silence of Sunset
The random shades of orange yellow & white
It manages to look so bright even when saying bye
Watching it never fails to touch my heart
The silence of Sunset always leaves a tear in my eye
   16 Years of Mother.   Â
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. Today sixteen years ago I held a bundle of Joy in my arms for the first time.
Dedicated to my mom who held me through those difficult times
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Chaitanya my son my word
Love is the only master who teaches a Mom
And Instincts the only guide in bringing up her child
First year I learned to laugh and cry for no special reason
Sing the lullaby even when i knew i was hopeless singer
Second year taught me the joy of talking for the first time
And excitement of speaking whatsoever i feel like
Third year was full of all the actions
Which as an adult we don’t feel are right
Fourth year i re-learned to draw and paint
Not on the papers but walls and floors
Fifth year i realized sitting for 5 minutes is a serious matter
On top of it write A or counting 1-10 is not a joke
Sixth and Seventh years were hardest of all
As i could not understand the view of teachers
Why for them home-work was so important
Eight to tenth years was time for new revelations
The exams and results were the two biggest enemies
Cartoon and TV the best friends in whole of the world
Eleventh to Thirteenth good food took a new meaning
Mom’s love judged by anything junk on the plate
Fourteen and fifteen i hardly slept peacefully
The hair-style, clothes and friends were biggest problems
Study was the only bone of contention with the parents
Sixteenth year by far the hardest and the coolest of all
I know why to study but don’t know how to concentrate
When there are so many distractions all around
So far i enjoyed un-learning and re-learning many things
Coming years will get more excited then the roller-coaster
But despite all the hardships ,worries and tensions
One warm HUG and a radiant smile on his face
Makes my world brighter than the warmth of the SUN
MOHANJI- THE GURU
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(Painting image courtesy .Artist Suman Gupta  )
AÂ silence with a vibration of it’s own
All eyes looking at the door
Some patiently waiting
Some whispering to each other
Some excited to be meeting him first time
Long hair tied loosely
Eyes hidden by dark glasses
Smile illuminating the persona
He enters the room
Shattering the image of Guru
Disappointing many a few
He may hug you or shake hands with you
If you touch his feet he will bless you lovingly
He is not bound by the image of Guru
He may play cricket or crack a joke
He may play with a child
Sit with a teenager and share his concerns
He breaks all myths of a Guru
When he asks you what you want from me
For I can give you nothing and want nothing from you
He further shatters the Image
But that is only for people who can not see beyond
People who are sleep -walking and want to follow blindly
He is not for the followers who follow like a sheep,
He is like a flowing river who will let anyone in
But there are few who love him unconditionally
Those are the one who may find Mohanji
His simplicity of thoughts & path of pathlessness
His consciousness connect is so real
Even without being there with you he is with you
But he is not a Guru who preaches or teaches
Today I thank HIM for holding my hand
At the same time letting me explore
I am still a wanderer but with a difference
Now I am fearless maybe not hundred percent
But better than what i was before
Mohanji, simply Being in my life you have blessed me
And helped me to stay in NOW
     i- Salt & Sugar
​I am like Salt & Sugar without ego,
Dissolving into many flavours of life,
Yet have an identity which is only mine,
My flexibility is not my weakness,
It is the strenght of my character,
It liberates me yet not let me lose my uniqueness .
   The Power of Circle
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No one has the multi-dimensional power than our O,
It symbolizes the negative and the positive,
The life starts from it but The sentence ends with it,
Success is defined by it’z count on the right of 1,
But The students dread it in it’s unit form,
From Moon to *Chappati it signifies perfection,
On Woman’s forehead it is symbol of elegance,
“OM” The powerful chant of SHIVA starts with O .
*The Indian bread
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