Monday, 22 April 2013

SUMMER STORM

A sudden roar of lions unleashed
Flashes cleaving the sky
Drops of life in fits and starts
Savitar, do bid me goodbye.

For existence may be your slave
But do you want to be a lord?
Binding us with chains of temper
Releasing streams of latent discord?

Farewell is not my heart's desire
I long for but a brief respite
An oasis in this raging desert
A temporary lapse of light

So go Savitar, go walk awhile
You need moments of leisure too
And then when you return in your glory
Arms outstretched we will welcome you.


The World Cup

THE ROAD TO VICTORY
In a land of dreams
A little boy
With a stick of wood
His scrawny arms
They swing to shoot

In a country full
Of hopeful hearts
They stand as one
In whatever else
They have been apart

A study in saffron
Their eager faces
Their palms of green
Raised to bless
Their sons of soil
And with them
They also toil

The winning stroke
It blazes through
Victory at last
Has flown to our boys
On golden wings
Where every feather
Was perhaps the stone
From every little boy
In a very small lane
When his scrawny arms
They swung to shoot.
With a whisper beckons the spring
A billowing breeze wafts by,
Bearing mystic sounds and scents
The vestige of a yearning sigh.

The urge to soar above of all thoughts
And inhabit the world of dreams
Paint it with a myriad shades
Weave a story in each theme.

But where have all the stories gone
Did they fade in grey shadows
In the relentless carnage called life
Did I demolish my green meadows?

Out of the window I dully gaze
Waiting for a spark of inspiration
To my surprise what awaits me
Unlocks my dormant imagination

Bathed in soft iridescent light
Among leaves gleaming velvet green
Dwells the king of scented blooms
Filling a unreal yet ethereal scene

The white sheath of petals enclosed
Yet their fragrance cleaves the air
Mellowed by the shower of light
Their message is blatantly clear

Break the chains that freeze your core
Inhale the exhilaration in our scent
Let the magic flood your senses
For your dreams are not yet spent.

Monday, 28 May 2012

We have a wealth of knowledge on spirituality, alternative health, science, fitness and wisdom for a purposeful life. Why has it not found its way to technology--why has it not pervaded every mode of information from podcasts to youtube? Actually I would say that youtube is still well populated but other forms need to pick up!

Sunday, 24 April 2011

Relax, don't do it!

Some of your hurts you have cured,
And the sharpest you still have survived,
But what torments of grief you endured
From the evil which never arrived.

Famous lines from Ralph Waldo Emerson. Our generation puts such an emphasis on being ‘chilled-out’ and ‘laid-back’. Yet we are the ones that have the maximum victims of stress and anxiety. We are the smart ones, the so-called planners, the people that have laptops hanging on their arms which they use to meticulously book every detail of a trip. If we are constantly securing the details of out future, then where is our enjoyment of the present?
Our society has become ‘carelessly organized’ now. We believe the most in spontaneity and excitement yet beneath all our actions is an undercurrent of organization. “Hey are you free or do you have other plans?”--how many times have we heard ourselves say this to other people and vice versa? Stress has become a ‘life partner’ in this generation. We are in a constant battle to ‘bust’ it sometimes with yoga and aromatherapy and sometimes with cigarettes and alcohol.
We are in a state of constant planning--for us, everything that has not been looked up before or planned before is an ‘unknown’ evil. Let us take, for instance, our obsession with review sites. WE ‘yelp’ or ‘burrrp’ for restaurants, we skim frantically through Rotten Tomatoes for movie reviews and we are simply not ready to buy anything from a particular brand of cereal to our home theater system without reading a few Google or Amazon reviews. Where. then is the thirst for experience? Are we not making our experiences predictable? I agree with online reviews for buying big and expensive items such as a home theater system or an HDTV but is that all that there should be to this process? With all the virtual reality at our disposal, we can simulate every process but the experience of our senses is still missing. Our visual, auditory and tactile senses have still not been completely replicated by any machine. We miss on a great deal by denying ourselves that experience.
Tensing Norgay and Edmund Hillary did not have a Google satellite view map when they scaled the heights of Mt. Everest. Of course I appreciate the convenience that Google satellite view has given us but it exists to assist and not the other way round! So taking a cue from Emerson, an avid explorer, let us not make ourselves so handicapped by the internet that our pioneering spirit dies. For that would mean no discovery and without discovery we will forever be stuck in a time warp.

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

The infant

Morbidity eludes
The wondrous expression
Untouched by worldly woes

Minute clumsy fingers
Wound in a tiny fist
Grasping the world within

Imprisoned in our lives
Hopeless in our dreams
Stagnant in our thoughts
We stand miles apart

But distance collapses
The burdens evaporate
As we draw closer to
That toothless smile.

Untitled

Black are the dreams that pierce
The grey shroud of sleep
Drenched is the pristine pillow
Through which the tears seep.

Faces marauding the pensive mind
Some smiling, some stark
Snatches of time that shaped my life
Penetrating through the dark.

At the murky night sky I stare
Searching among the stars
Beyond their twinkling facade
Is it where the departed are?