Take a Bow

You've set the targets even higher,
Ignited minds, set them on fire.
You gave us hope when none existed
Clenching your fist, you persisted

It breaks my heart to read the news,
But you mustn't care for wordly views
You've surpassed yourself once again
The question's now changed from whether to when.

It takes guts to travel the path to glory,
One day you'll write a successful story
Enough dismay, get back on track,
Its time to make a glorious comeback

Cheering  you on stands now a stronger nation,
Every bit you deserve, the standing ovation.
So hold back your tears, dont let them flow
Take one step back and take a bow, ISRO

Life happens in the past

Holding on to thoughts from before,
In the safe confines of our memories we store.
Always looking back when we realise,
What we are living is a happy disguise.

Life is really what has already happened -
A chest of moments into which we send
Every new story, every photograph,
Every tearful good-bye and joyous laugh.

Life cannot be what is yet to come,
We create memories like a guitar's strum -
The music isn't heard till the strings are played,
The memories aren't stored unless our senses are swayed

With feelings like joy, resplendence or agony.
Think of life like a happy cacophony -
A ship that has sailed and come ashore
Only when we can create and store no more.

Course Correction

Many years back were you here,
When the vast expanse lay before you,
Asked to choose a path you desire,
Achieve the greatness you were meant to.

I ask: Where to have you got?
Have you chosen your path to tread?
Have you found what you sought?
Have you eaten or have you fed ?

What makes you stand still
When you are meant to go higher?
Take the plunge and sharpen your will,
Because this river fuels your fire.

Course your path against the tide,
Keep moving, promise, never stall.
Your goal isn't on the safer side,
You are the cliff, not the fall.

Unlike the sand that reaches the sea,
Bruised, rounded and distraught,
Having found out eventually,
That its only one of a lot.

To a Skylark

To believe you are no more
In your physical body,
No more to read these words

To believe you have begun,
Your journey to higher worlds,

To understand the purpose
Of your higher being
In leaving us behind

After having blessed our lives
With love that is divine,

To accept a life without
Your constant motivation
In every changing phase

While the warmth of your touch
Remains in your blessed ways,

To experience such a world,
Yet smile like you taught us to,
Seems beyond my ability,

But I'll get through it, I promise,
And live up to your belief in me.

Finding You

We are crowned by seven j'wels,
Each cocooning the ones below.
They hide seven other bells,
And bloom when it's time to glow.

Each of us has some power,
By virtue of the bells that chime.
To become a blooming flower,
We must open all petals forty-nine.

For, now does chime but three
Bells that give power to you,
But, its time to open up and see,
Beyond the three dimensional view.

Because, the law you must obey:
To use the powerful sound,
You must climb your way,
To the space it does abound.

If you want to make a change,
Or discern what is true,
Paradoxically, you must engage
Yourself in finding You.

Connect

When physically we are
a distance apart; Not by choice.
When we have to travel far,
And not hear each other's voice,


In another way shall we
Connect; In a new medium
Where no sight is necessary.
Not be worn down by the tedium.


Connect in the Etheric
Level, with closed eyes,
Let our souls connect - The trick
Is to forget our human ties.

Fifteen Years

I look back, trying to recollect,

All the things that have passed,

From the time we cycled to school,

Fifteen years have gone so fast.

Do you remember those matches,

Organised by the school.

The enthusiasm with which we played,

You were known as ‘Captain Cool’.

The ‘combined studies’in your house,

When we ended up playing too,

I think there was a day,

When I lost seven matches to you.

The day you lost your cycle,

The days after, when we had to walk,

The conversations over the phone,

Of politics and other small talk,

The games after the exams,

We played on the road,

‘Rock thatha ‘ would come out yelling,

Threatening to explode.

Fun times those were,

And fun it was, after.

All these years have been,

Memories of fun and laughter.

Continuing ISC thereafter,

You were part of a different group.

I never dared to join in, but,

I was still, somewhere in the loop.

I even remember the day when,

S****** proposed to you,

Why you accepted the proposal,

Even you, didn’t have a clue!

I recollect when your exam went bad,

I put my hand on your shoulder,

Completing studies , we grew up,

But we never got ‘older’.

End of the term and we all thought,

We may never meet again,

We even wrote a poem together,

Describing the parting pain.

But it never happened thus,

And we were never ever  alone,

It’s amazing to think we’re still meeting,

In a foreign place like Cologne.