Monday, 15 April 2013


The mountain stands still
Calm and serene
Her head held aloft
Yet unheard, and almost unseen

She seems to go on and on
Like the infinite
Standing beside me, with me
Day and night

She begins with pure white
At the top
Her body follows thereafter
Like a pearly frock

O, my! She is not pretty
No, not in the least
Not with the wrinkled Earth she bears,
Nor the wild bushes she so lovingly cares,

No, what stands out is her beauty
Unmatched, by any animate soul
That walks the planet,
Till its deepest bowl

She’s not even inanimate
Yet, beyond the living
She is with me all the time
She is tender and giving

For, when I feel tired, worn out
Her warmth is what comforts me
More than any patting, her cradle I desire
The lap above her knee

She is not perfect,
Thus, I rave at her sometimes, for her imperfection
Yet, on Doomsday,
I see my true reflection

And realize,
She provides me so much essential for existence
Yet makes no sound about it
Remains silent, and just does sit

I regret angering her.
I feel really sorry
When she displays her landslides, her rules, her norms,
I take her for granted
Till, at last, she storms

Oh, so royal!
And I think-
What would life be without her?
Close to nothing,

I want her to be with me,
All day, all night
And shudder when I fantasize
What would it all have been like
Had she not have been
Love you, Nani!!


Thousands of years ago
The Sun stared at all below
“I am the King of all beings,
Before me you’ll bow”.

With this he stood tall
And became as hot as hell,
A soul did not survive thereafter
Not a creature on Earth did dwell.

Heaven above was disturbed
To see such fury,
Deciding something had to be done
He chose to act jury.

Succumbing under the hot sun
Tears fell from His eye,
And drops of rain were first felt
From the azure sky.

“Ha! This is what you send, O Lord,
To defeat Earth’s royalty?!
Why, a thing made of drops,
How could it possibly overcome me?”

No doubt a tough call ‘twas
To look up to the sun,
But something had to be done for sure
The battle had to be won.

A tiny droplet opened its eyes
“A challenge did I hear?”
“Oh, get back, you fool,” did the ocean sigh,
“Aware are you what you’ll have to bear?”

“Yes, sir, aware I am,
That I’ll exist no more,
But does that make me sit back,
Is that the true cure?”

“Go on, then,” roared the ocean,
“We’ll see what you get,
And when you break in agony
Don’t you dare fret!”

“So then, so long! Fare thee well!”
The tone was unusually grave,
“For time will tell, and you’ll learn
How fortune favours the brave!”

And so he dared to see eye to eye
With the Heat above,
Who said, “You’ll soon be gone, you proud twit,
Go remember the ones you love!”

Escaping ocean was one thing
But what about the rest?
The newly hatched never knew
What lay beyond the nest!

The sun glared down upon the drop
Lo behold! It turned into a wisp,
“Yes! Come forward to challenge me,
And I’ll deal you a death kiss!”

At the sight of the vapour drop
The ocean booed and sniggered galore
The failure pierced the tiny heart
Right through the core.

“Am I a fool really,
To dream beyond the infinite?
Can there really be no match
For the sun’s might?”

In the sad eyes reflected
The wicked looks of all,
Fire and ice together
Were determined for his fall.

The condensed drop was charged again
To prove ‘em all wrong,
For faith he had in God,
“He won’t make me wait so long!”

This time he aimed for the ray
That needled him so,
“Die, if I must, I shall,
But I will defeat my foe!”

So he went to touch the sun above
To see himself win
What happened? He got lost,
The yellow sun within!

A moment of silence,
Not a whisper, not a word,
And then it spread into the sky
Like the wings of a bird!

Together, they watched awestruck
As the beauty unfolded before
A white light split into the magnificent colours
Of the rainbow!

“So there! Yes, friends,
What I have done, you could've too, long ago,
Go rise, at least try,
Don’t lie so low!”
And since time immemorial
This practice began,
Reminding us of the tiny drop
That dared to say, “I can!”

So, rise up and take the challenge
You won’t be you, for sure
Try, as much as you fail,
Rise up, and dare to dare,
And you will be much more!!

Sunday, 14 April 2013


It’s pelting down outside
I look out of my home
I see a creature trapped; I'm moved by its plight
The beast is a miserable sight.

Its eyes are confused and scared
It doesn't seem to know how it ended up caged
Tears of worry, fear and dread well up
Its whimpers plead with me to set it free,
It looks at my world with envy.

I think it’s cursing its milieu
That thrives on survival instinct, where might is right,
Where one animal devours the other mercilessly, and
Cages and clouds of darkness and sorrow are, sometimes, impossible to fight

Who must be so cruel, as to cage the helpless soul?
Why must it be caged, while I walk free?
So I take a step towards it
I want to help it escape,
But they tell me it’s a bad idea

“That beast has ruined our homeland”, they tell me,
“Our peace, our children, our shelter are in peril.
It deserves what it got; it brought this onto itself,
The Earth can survive only by rejecting that devil.”

“But, to err is human,” I feel for the soul!
They say -
“Ah! But the error of being a human is grave!
That thing has always frowned upon us, as creatures so base!
Now it looks to us for help, the knave!

Nature chose it to discern right from wrong
So it mistook itself for the mightiest of all.
It prides on its spine, and struts proud and tall,
I've never seen a more spineless creature,
But son, the higher you rise, the harder you fall!

The divisions it created to satisfy its ends
Backfired; its atrocities ghettoed it, without a care!
Bar after bar, the prison closed in,
The entrapped soul was forced to drink its own poison,
Do you still think it’s unfair?”

So I acquiesce, and walk back to my den
I turn my back on the perfidious beast; it looks outraged
I walk back, free, with my pals – the birds and the animals,
While the human sits there, unhappy and caged.

Saturday, 13 April 2013


Happy moments of life are like dew
Precious and rare, they are far and few
When your glass seems half empty; when it’s really half full
Yet you feel your life needs a pull,
Then listen to me, lend me your ears!
For I’ve a solution for all your fears

Sometimes, life’s coarse; it’s not always silk
But there’s no use crying over spilt milk
Think deep and you’ll find
If Winter comes, then Spring’s not far behind*
When things get too hard to cope
Just two forces urge you- faith and hope
To go on, just as nothing’s happened
And everything’s bright, none is dampened
So cheer up, and stop whining
For every cloud has a silver lining
Your ‘fall’, besides, is really one
When you don’t wish to get up to get it all undone
And while the sun shines, do make hay
‘Cause life’s too short for worrying away
And this is the time to prove them wrong
Who tried to weaken you when you were strong
So rebuild yourself with those worn-out tools**
And don’t care what they say, those foolish mules!
When life’s not straight, it’s full of curves
It’s he who wins who keeps his nerves.

"If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?", from Ode to the West Wind by P. B. Shelley
** "And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools", from If by Rudyard Kipling


Today I stand tall and proud; I face the world
Evolved from mere cell to a complete life form
9 crucial months of toil make an independent being
Dependent on Her womb, safe and warm

Today I stand a big man; how can I afford to not look back?
This wouldn't be, but for the tube I stuck to,
Through which I was fed;
When Nature chooses to bind us to our roots
Who am I to break the thread?

Brother, what’s before you will seem interesting
The unseen will intrigue you even more
But your past holds value too; don’t let go, hold on
Before it has closed its doors.

For it reminds you of where you started
All the hard work that brought you here
And reminds you that those you contempt today
Can rise and be your greatest fear

Your past urges you to climb, but not so high
That what's below becomes a blur,
Yet prevents you from stooping so low
Lest the ground beneath should stir.

So don't pull so hard the string snaps
And you're blown away by the winds of change
Your soul keeps you in place, it's your conscience,
Don't let your mind leave it estranged

Wagging tongues swayed by the glitz and glamour; living speaking puppets
Are dumb, for there is no inner voice
Awestruck eyes that stare at the lights are blind
To all reason, truth, integrity, honesty they once rejoiced.

Fairly judge your rights and wrongs
Don’t let jealousy consume and devour you,
Don’t harbour hatred and loathing
You know you don’t need to

For you know you’re not a block of ice, that
Can’t find warmth even among your own
You’re not yet so isolated, that
You can’t find a shoulder to lean and cry on

Dark clouds envelope all lives; you aren’t immune
So don’t hesitate to help the needy, where smile and glow are rare;
Do, because you feel, and not to enhance your CV
And yet don’t please the world so much that you ignore your near and dear

Don’t underestimate the power of love and the morals She taught you
Don’t dismiss them as old wives’ tales
Their prayers and blessings come to your rescue
When everything else fails

Life’s a bed of roses from above, but
Much awaits the keen eye, if you look under
Stalks, leading pretty petals down to their low, brown roots
Thorns, for the careless and prone to blunder

So don’t stand so stiff
That you break if you bend,
Be ready to apologize. Fall and rise
Admit your mistakes and learn from them

And yet, don’t fall so deep, that getting up again seems away
March forward, slowly and steadily; take one step at a time.
Don’t always rush, silence strikes gold
Introspection requires time, it doesn't happen overnight.

Cleanse your soul, make it your natural self
But preserve your dignity all the while
Don’t be a silent tongue to abuse, speak up against injustice
Today I stand tall, But am not vile! But am not docile!

All I say preserves one essence
To grow – into a better person, a better place
And this will definitely ensure your success.

They link to heaven. Don’t fear, feel the God within you, He is always present.
Take a few moments off. Stop.
And hear His voice. In peace.
And see, See that your string is so taut!
Please don’t let it strain!
The thread breaks, and you will feel the pain.

Don’t change so much that you cannot recognize yourself in the mirror.
So, don’t lose the touch, don’t withdraw the affection.
Spare a second, look at what you’re doing
Don’t ever break the connection.