Who I am

If I were the clouds what would I be,
Without the wind to take me,
to the lands far away?

Stuck below the scorching sun
Over the deep deep ocean,
Just heavy and really grey.

If I were a story teller what would I be
If I just lost my memory?
No experiences to relate

What's fiction in what I 'remember',
Questioning, my emotions astir,
Such would be my state.

If I were life what would I be,
Without a history,
Of my existence?

No knowledge of  past or identity,
No associations to land and city,
Lacking a directional sense

I'm grateful our lives are intertwined,
God sent a soul to help me find
My strength, my direction and my story.

The Six Reasons

Six reasons are a million too few,
For me to say I love you.

I love you because,
You are the aspect of love,
Complementing my will,
That helps us rise above

I love you for ,
The care that you take,
In every day of our lives,
Things you do for my sake

I fell for and loved,
Your beauty absolute
Your perfect combination
of sexy beautiful and cute

I love it when
you are my partner in crime,
In our secret endeavours-
You the wind and I the chime

I love travelling
This world by your side,
Being mesmerized by the
Magic under our stride.

I love you for being you
And forever this will stay,
I love you more than
These words can ever convey.

The brave that fight

This is a war, make no mistake,
Just stay at home, for heaven's sake.

Wars are usually fought at the front,
It's the soldiers who would take the brunt.

But this enemy is not in sight,
And yet it is of the highest might.

Our brave fighters will take us through,
As day and night they fight for you.

They put more than their lives at stake,
We cannot afford a single mistake.

Place your belief in their immense skill,
Their noble thoughts and rigid will.

We will soon win, I doubt that not,
We will then honour, the brave that fought.

The unknown soldier

For the unknown soldier I light a flame,
To the unknown soldier, I give my name,
The one who fought to protect my land,
To his life that melted into the sand.

To the crimson blood through him that flowed,
With every drop a warrior it sowed.
To his family who hold their tears behind
In whom an equal martyr  you'll find.

To the village that brought him up so strong,
To the teacher who taught him to fight the wrong.
To the ones that gave him his fighting skill,
To never bow down to mortal will.

To his passion to serve for honour and pride,
By his solemn oath to forever abide,
To them I give up all that I hold,
I bow my head and my hands I fold.

The Canvas

Through me ran your breath
Soothing was your heart beat
Not yet out of death
And not yet on my feet

The background on my canvas -
Abundant clouds of pink
In you I dip my paint brush
From you I draw my ink

You begin as yellow streaks,
Thinning towards the ends
-Golden frays of sunshine leaks-
With you my conscious ascends

The dots of red audacious
Spread throughout yet obscure
The mysterious life fallacious
The basic-nature you underscore

Fore - portrait in colours of strength
Of courage and creation,
Intertwined at repeated lengths,
Our blue pearls, thoughts , emotion.

Brighter than the fire you fought

Beaten and being left to bleed,
Your wealth robbed and respect shred,
By a murderous creed;

The future you dreamed but now dread,
For yourself and your sons,
Broken by words better unsaid.

They could break your bones, or use their guns,
What they couldn't break is your will,
Or the millenia of life through you that runs.

You fought the fire, stood strong and still,
You promised yourself to rise,
Even with odds against you and paths uphill,

At seventy two you stand tall and wise.
A son looks up to you, oh nation of mine,
As you now soar above the skies.

Like a guiding light, like a star you shine,
Brighter than the fire you fought.

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.

Thanking the Past

At the shopping mart,
Collecting my voucher,
I saw him stare at me,
Question himself,

How can such a young boy,
Have more money than me?
When, in fact, I work much harder,
Compared to him, physically?

It made me think now.
What is it that differentiates me?
Why do I have a different job?
And a different destiny?

Education was the answer,
I am probably more educated than him,
At least with respect to that
Defined by the system

But it does not end there,
Why did I get better education?
Is it because my father was educated and
Knew the value of it?

Well, the answer then dates back,
Many years behind,
One of my fore fathers
Has done something right.

Maybe 'right' is not yet the word,
Its not the end yet.
But I am thankful to him or her now,
For having thought differently.

The foreigner comes first

Screeching and shouting ,
and blaring horns,
Without a brake,
like breathless songs

I make my way through
the crowded street,
Riding my bike, checking
Facebook and tweet.

Multi tasking is natural,
in the work that I do,
It has even taught me that
patience is not a virtue.

It is only meant, for
the weak and the small,
Not for me , who stands
strong and tall .

Who is that overtaking
me from the right?
Beware brother, I am not
new to a fight.

I have my weapons
And strategies planned,
I can ride over everything,
Whether stone or sand

I dont care if ,
the red light glows,
Maybe its meant for,
The chickens and the crows,

The foot path is a higher
Pedestal to ride,
Built for kings like me,
Open and wide ,

Now decide for yourself,
Would you take a chance,
Humiliate yourself watching,
My victory dance?

Its not my fault brother,
I've got to get to work,
Without me the complete,
World will go berserk,

My customer is waiting
In Germany and USA ,
I've got to take command,
Before its even day,

It doesn't matter to me,
If my country is dying of thirst,
All that I have in mind,
Is, the foreigner comes first.

Expressions

You are...

The smile on my face,
When I pictured you,
The sigh of distaste,
When it wasn't true,

The twinkle in my eye,
When I saw the snowy peak,
The thoughts in disguise,
When its solitude I seek,

The joy of living every day,
Singing a new tune,
Or just relaxing away,
On a warm summer noon,

The reason I have taken,
To writing once again,
Finding thoughts forsaken,
The bliss and the pain.

You are my expression,
You are my solitude.
I will love you forever,
And thats the absolute.

Yesteryear Hero

The inventor of surgery,
The creator of zero,
Among other wonderful names,
Also a martial arts hero.

These are what you answer when,
The question comes your way,
Did I forget to metion,
About the Gods that you pray?

The land where many faiths,
Have taken birth to travel far,
But, along all these years , my friend,
Haven't you yet raised the bar?

All the answers that you give are,
Atleast a thousand years old,
Wake up, my young and worthy men,
You're being forfotten in the cold.

Its alright to say that you're still,
Part of the great world of science,
Or you've been a part of an invention,
Useful to modern times,

But, that isn't just enough,
You need to get some credit too,
Be recognised for you ability,
Make the world take notice of you.

Raise the bar higher with
Every goal that you surpass,
Sow the seeds of prosperity,
Make hay of the already dry grass.

Directions

Never ending blades of grass across,
Thousands of kilo metres,
Hundreds of trees spread along,
The beautiful land features,

The sky filled with dark clouds above,
But for a window into time,
The brown leaves dance below,
To the powerful cosmic chime.

Lives and things, all transported,
To the future and into the past,
Do you believe they are only mirrors,
Only the present will ever last?

I write while I'm in my present,
Will you read it in the future?
Or will it still be 'now' to you
Willt Time or Space be your teacher?

A Proposal

The rising sun beyond the sea,
The rose that blooms along,
The rustling leaves, the waking tree,
The bird that sings a song ,

The setting moon behing the clouds,
Waves hitting the shore with might,
The whispering wind singing aloud,
Eyes of the owl that preys at night,

With all respect, to you oh Lord,
These creations are not your best,
There is a vision that has evolved,
Setting a benchmark for the rest,

Oh lady your beauty is beyond compare,
To all in heaven and Earth,
Accept my love, oh lady so fair,
Giving meaning to my birth.

Full Mental - How Kavi lost her brain

Kavi, Kavi, my dear friend,
Tell me, Tell me, are you not in pain?
Why do you answer with the typical laugh,
It makes me think, have you lost your brain?

Maybe that's the reason why,
You end up acting like this,
But tell me, how did you end up, Kavi,
In this highest state of bliss?

Did you have a fall when you were young,
And forget your fallen brains,
Or did you just not find it because,
It was but the size of a small rice grain?

Or did you attempt a tight rope walk,
Walking not ahead, but behind,
Alas, to lose your balance,
Not physical, but of the mental kind?

Or maybe you found it heavy,
While you were still in your mother's womb,
Remembering just as they pulled you out,
That your brains are not with you,

Poor doctor what did he know,
That when you cried as you came outside,
It was not just of the normal kind,
But for having kept your brains aside

But whatever be the reason Kavi,
That you act the way you do,
We still love you just as much,
Because you make us laugh too.