Friday, June 19, 2009

Stop Singing, Cuckoo!!!!



Stop singing Cuckoo your false alarm
The pregnant clouds may not deliver
Scorching sun pushes clouds under my skin
Blisters of sweat are all over me
Mouth is parched every minute
Thoughts are sans directions
Your singing gives me no consolation
I am beginning to believe there will be no rain
This year, summer might never end

So,

Stop singing Cuckoo, your favorite song.

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Sunday, June 14, 2009

Silsila of my FB friends

Main aur meri tanhaai aksar yeh baatein karte hain

K, would I ever meet you, my FB friends
Strangely separated by virtual bytes
Would I read your notes, laugh with you
Share my stories and hug you back?

yeah kaha aagaye hum tere saat chatle chalte.....

Through silence we walk and carry the verse
Playfully the words match the tune
Everybody sings the same language of love
yuhi saat saat chalte......

mere saat saat mehkee..tere chandan ki khusboo

The essence and the aroma of this silence
brings fragrances to my virtual world
The scented candle of friendship burns
yuhi saat saat chalte...

yeah kaha aa jaye hum......tere saat saat chalte......

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Random Thoughts on Heart and Mind


There a direct link between the state of heart and state of mind. Whenever we are disturbed and agitated, we cannot concentrate and we lose interest in everything. Our mind is all the time preoccupied with worry and we cannot find solutions. We have no interest in food, play or in any other sensual activities. What do we do? Will talking to people help?

I think not. Talking will not help. I think nobody can help us. People might be sympathetic to us, try to give us some solutions and might even try to pacify us but they cannot help us overcome our agitation. Only we can help ourselves.

First and foremost, it is important that we don’t expect any kind of help from anybody, people standing by us in good times and in bad times is a myth, nobody can really help us, and we must solve our own problems and learn to deal with it. There are many things in life that we cannot change, so why do we struggle in trying to change them? Isn’t it wise to just accept it? Okay, we can try to do our bit to change the situation but that is all we can do. Only try, whether we succeed or not should not be the cause of our agitation, we cannot expect others to do what we think is right.

For example, there is so much corruption around us. Everybody is out to cheat us. They expect bribery and will make things difficult for us if we do not oblige. So what do we do? If bribery and corruption is against our principle, we stick to it and not encourage it and face the discomfort. We can do our bit by standing firm by our principals and face the consequences. But can we stop our friends to stand by our principles? No. We cannot. They have to make their own choice. Every body has their own priorities and it depends how they train their intellect. If they make wrong choices, it is because their mind is weak or is fast-a-sleep. They have to awaken their power of reasoning so that their mind decides what is right.

We all have to do our own obligatory duties; we cannot expect fruits for every action that we make, but what needs to be done, should be done. If our concentration is shifted from our duty to do what is necessary, to expecting fruit for our action, the quality of our work will suffer. And quality is the most important factor in our life, with quality, we can attain class, with class come satisfaction of doing the right thing and the happiness follows, filling our world with sunshine and warmth.

For maintaining a healthy balance between our mind and heart, it is important to do what is right and not agitate our intellect by compressing it against our senseless desires.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Stormed by Beauties



Calm down and relax. This is the message coming from the natives of Baldeosmourita, a village in the interiors of Sudeansthan, that is located just behind Himalayas in the northern part of India as the tension is brewing in the village since the local authorities decided to forfeit their plan of appointing and honoring one 'beauty of the village' per month. On Tuesday, the Nawab of the Baldeosmourita asked the villagers to show ‘maturity’ and focus their attention on more important things like doing household chores, producing babies and serving their lethargic husbands.

The comment came as the backdrop of the growing desire in women folks of the village to occupy the lime light as the most beautiful woman of the village for one full month and their frustration at not being selected and honored like their peers.

Since the decree was announced by local authorities of selecting and honoring the beauty of the village, all the women in the village had changed their life style. One beauty was appointed by the authorities each month, which wore the diamond studded crown during all times of the day, at home, when she sat in her balcony, or when visiting her neighborhood and even in the market place. The experience was very rewarding, woman who had succeeded in wooing the organizers and making it to the dais of honor, enjoyed the respect and love of the villagers. She enjoyed the pampering, attention and the gifts of the villagers for one full month. She was allowed to brag about her hidden talents, gossip to her heart contents and even visits any random house in the village for a free lunch. Every woman waited for her turn while she envied her peers who enjoyed the limelight and she secretly nurtured the desire to be the lucky one during the next month. Most of the women had make-over, some of them going to the neighboring villages to change their dress sense and some even attended the finishing school (taking loans from banks) to learn some etiquettes and ‘the right behavior’ as they called it.

During the last six years, more than seventy such candidates have already been selected. Some deserving and some, not so deserving. The villagers have not been able to figure out the criteria for the selection of the candidate by the organizers. Like, for example, one beauty was selected randomly because she was not available for comments when the organizers had selected the wrong candidate. Yet, another one was selected, while she was on holiday and her presence was missed by the organizers and they wanted to know her whereabouts’. There were some who were shabbily dressed, some lazy and bored and some completely disinterested.

But the genuine ones who really deserved the status waited patiently for their turn.

Now, for some unknown reasons, the selection of ‘beauty for the month’ had come to rest. This has angered the women of the village, who had invested so much time and effort in maintaining themselves in the hope that they would be selected some day. The angry mood has been splashed on the web too, with viral messages spreading through videos, blog entries and discussion groups. Consider a video of a well dressed villager in native dress exposing her bare skin, just enough to arouse an interest in her anatomy, protesting inside a police van that has been uploaded on You Tube, “ This is the ******* police who arrested us in two groups,” the blurb for the video reads. “Now we will do something about this. Now they should protect themselves from us.” Such video, picked up after the arrest, have embarrassed the organizers of the beauty pageant and are asking Nawab of the Baldeosmourita for some help and solutions to this uprising.

In the bid to introduce some peace, Nawab of the Baldeosmourita has urged the villagers to calm down and relax and concentrate on more important activities that are reserved for woman only, such as doing household chores, producing babies and serving their lethargic husbands.

He has assured the villagers, that he will have ‘high-level-dialogue’ with the authorities and that the matter will be soon sorted out.

“The selection of beauty pageants will be continued as soon as some hiccups are iron out” he shouted with an air of confidence, during his speech on local TV channel during the prime time slot.

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Release Me..Let me go......



We choose to wind ourself with tantacles and chains
When they soffocate us, we gasp
Freedom is something, we all can have
If only we learnt to loosen our ropes......

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Please Call Me Soon......



Believe me not
when I say that
I don’t wait for your call

Or

when I say that
you mean nothing to me

Call me
hear the beat of my heart
hear the soulful verses
that tickle forth

Hear me
soar up the sky

Only you have the power
to lift me from dumps

Call me
I anticipate your muse.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

So we decide to cook........



We drive through hills, valleys, and plains
Winding up through those narrow streets
It’s our day with family, friends
And much cheer and laughter, a special treat
We munch on peanuts, gulp few drinks
Not wasting our time for any eats
Till it is dark and hunger screams
And then we desperately hunt for place to eat
But it’s too late in this small town
Villagers have an early sleep
No eatery open, no fireplace warm
Nor fast food centers, no motels found
Round and round in circles, somersault,
No chefs, not even in telephone books
We come back home and grapple fruits
And yet couldn’t control our hunger pangs

So, we wash the pans.
In apron, dressed
Cross-legged by fireplace
We decide to cook.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Cricket


Much can be watched
Over a cup of coffee

The sports men
Highly tanned
Running across the field
Chasing a tiny ball
Behind the wickets
Sweat dripping down their cheeks
Soaking and damping their spirit
Failing to prevent
Their opponent from
Scoring one more run
Once again

Much can be watched
Over a cup of coffee

Monday, April 20, 2009

Scrabble



I secretly swapped
letter ‘I’ with letter ‘S’
during our game
Of Scrabble

Your score
was too high
and my letter-rack was
odd and unscrambled

Forgive me

I have dusted
The shelf
Of my furniture
To place the
Winning trophy

Cat has Nine lives



They say
Cat has nine lives
What karma is that?

To be re-born
As a cat
nine times in a row
again and again
before you can reach
Salvation?

Sunday, April 19, 2009

All I want is for my friend to smile

All I want is for my friend to smile
To greet me
And extend her rhyme

She had been cold for too long
Not spoken a word
Nor shared a song

All day long she sits by the window

Is she
Admiring the clouds
Talking to the birds
Listening to the waves of the breeze?

I see her
Empty eyes
Crossed arms
Grim expression

Cannot read what she is thinking

I want her to spot me
Touch me
And walk beside me for a while.

All I want is for my friend to smile

Saturday, April 18, 2009

During beach party



During the beach party
I disappeared briefly
To show my swimming costume
to your boss

What can I say?

He had liked
the blue bikini that
he had bought it
especially for me and
wanted to see
if it fit me right.

Forgive me

He said you wouldn’t mind
since you knew
that he was hundred percent
Gay

Fortunately he was not……

55-er story.......



Read the book ‘Snow White and Seven Dwarfs’ and went to sleep, pretending to be dead, expecting a kiss to break the spell.

I heard him enter my room, approach my bed, bend down, put his fingers closer, then, snatch my soft pillow from under my head

He truly deserved a whack for his prank.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

April Haiku

Showers knock again
Droplets on my window pane
It’s April rain

April breeze on trees
Yellow carpet spread on streets
Fragrance coat cars

Petals cry all day
April is the cruelest month
Tear drops splash in pools

Farms tend rabbi crop
Night sky fills with Lohri song
April once again

April heat kiss air
The weights of thirst bend the trees
Birds and Bees resign

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Want No Routine Job

Fresh new day
Want to do something new
Don’t want to cook
Or wash or clean
Nor check my list of e-posts or mails
Don’t want to go shopping for wares
Nor see the kids pass across my lane
Make no plans
For a smooth Passover
Nor walk in the evening
On those warm cobbled street
Don’t want to watch those endless
Soap or opera queens
Nor spend this day
Like a daily routine.

Monday, April 13, 2009

My Painting....in oils



White canvas with a stroke of blue
Dotted with some circles of red
Shades of pink, yellow, green
A flower blooming into a stream

I wipe my brush with apron string
And stand few meters from easel
Contemplating on some more lines
To make my painting beauty and divine

In solitude, this hobby I chase
It helps me as if to meditate
With colors, hues and shades of white
Keeping me awake till late, late nights

Leave my canvas
Let it dry
I will sent it for exhibits
On new stands

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Do you remember?



Memory still fresh
On those summer afternoons
With our tiny feet
We would ride
Behind those horse carriages
One foot on metal rod
Other foot dangling
Over the edge
Hitting the muddy ground
We would spread a spray of pebbles
Under our feet
Ready and alert
And quick to run
To escape the lash
Of the horseman
Wishing he would
Concentrate on road ahead
And happily ride on
Oblivion to our noise
And we laughed at our prank of
Having cheated him
For a free ride
To the end of the street

Friday, April 10, 2009

Friday.....

This Friday
I flag down a bus
To travel some forty miles
Away from e-city
Winding
Through polluted streets
Honking alleys
Crowded lanes
Through market place
A bakery
A butcher shop
A curvy road
And finally
My comfort zone
Where I stretch out
My tired feet
And sip in
Aroma
Of my cozy
Retreat

Waiting.....

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Much Ado over a Cup of Coffee



Hot sweet aroma of coffee
Mingled with fragrance of flowers
Together
We watch at seashore
Time and life brew
Angry waves lash at black sands
Undecidedly, they retreat back into the sea

I sip
I wait
I sip
I wait
Sip, sip, sip
Wait, wait, wait
Big sip
Still wait
Final sip, cup down
Caffeine laced words sing a tune, but
Your silence rules

It is almost dusk
What are you thinking?

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