Living my life on my own terms and conditions, I've celebrated life at every given opportunity. Here I take the opportunity to share a few of my experiences in form of poems, short stories or articles.
A mark of cultural identity, Illuminated Heritage buildings; A place that confers spiritual wisdom Freeing you from horrors of the deep And terrors of the skies; A perfect place for a man To spend his days in silence Enjoying harmless joys of solitude With a guiltless heart, free From all dishonest deeds And thoughts of vanity. Breeze carrying the aromatic scents From the incense sticks To cleanse the confined air; and A soul freed from it’s bodily robes. A place of quiet, breaking into occasional Rhapsodies; towing a spiritual line, *Aarti: marking the onset of dawn and dusk Promoting meditation and the study of astronomy. In this tech-savvy age the birthdays of the deity are traditionally and lavishly celebrated.
Beyond hatred and tears Is a twinkle of a lamp Glimmering through the darkness Like some ancient star. The crown of glory scorning all the cares That fate or fortune brings, A pilgrim, arrested by the Ambiance immersed in worship, now dutifully surrenders To the sacred stone, his Divine Majesty; Irrespective to the caste of the person who carved it And melts under its power swaying humbly All the time awestruck at the timelessness Of the mysteries surrounding its ageless past.
*Aarti also spelled arti, arati, arathi, aarthi (In Devanagari: आरती ārtī) is a Hindu religious ritual of worship, a part of puja, in which light from wicks soaked in ghee (purified butter) or camphor is offered to one or more deities. Aartis also refer to the songs sung in praise of the deity, when lamps are being offered.
I don’t remember your first kiss on my cheeks Nor do I remember your first hug But what I remember is Your comforting smile as I got my final results How you held my hand when I panicked, And helped banish my blues How you helped heal my wounds, And the fact that you are the reason For all the happiness that I found. No day is complete without your blessings. I am what I am And it’s all because of you, You are my strength and inspiration I love you Maa, Today, Tomorrow and Always!!
Me a kid to have enjoyed this. There is a ‘kid’ in everyone. But now all we have is Forgotten dreams. You play a son, a father, a husband Shielding and protecting your family from the world You conquered your fears and braved all odds You are meant to fly higher Higher than even what you dreamt. Every step that you take now Leaves a footprint for your kids to follow. You chose to fulfil everyone’s dreams And let go of yours. I play a daughter, a mother, a wife. Nurturing my family, creating a perfect world for them I cope with all their fears between childhood and adulthood From pulling things out from baby fingers That grasp everything. Cleaning the crawling worms In the vegetables and organising family dinners too, Reading bedtime stories of fire breathing dragons Till all those who were once awake now fall into deep slumber. I chose to fulfil everyone’s dreams And let go of mine. Jumping on the shadows and in and out of puddles Building castles in the sand Playing hide and seek. Sitting on a swing Swinging higher and higher as if to touch the sky Enjoying on a seesaw and getting up suddenly To topple the other. Those moments are now immortalised. Childhood memories lingered forever But the ‘kid’ in you and the ‘kid’ in me Was slowly forgotten as the years grew old. Like waves of seas, nostalgia often washes over me now Rocking me back to the shores of reality with a jolt. The world holds out pain and pleasure; both on a platter To seek fun is our own prerogative now I look in the mirror at times at times Searching for those eyes that held a naughty sparkle And were always filled with wonderment. Our childhood may have been ephemeral But reigns supreme in our memories even today A familiar tune of yester years is all it takes To push open the floodgates of our memories once again. You a kid. Me a kid to have enjoyed this. There is a ‘kid’ in everyone. But now all we have is Forgotten dreams.
I accept that the truth hurts But what hurts more Is living in a state of denial. Afraid of facing the truth. Overwhelmed by our dysfunctional world We constantly practice denial Ignoring reality Idealising the non-existent Taking refuge in nostalgia We refuse to let it go. Choking on self-respect I wonder why We choose to hurt ourselves By searching for continuous mirth? Face it. Confront it. Let it go. Free yourself from the sorrows Follow your heart But do listen to your mind for It knows. For only the Mind can treat the cancer Of living in a state of denial
Rays of light Peering down from The cusp of heaven A heavenly touch of sunshine Piercing through the cloudy sky Slipping through the golden gates, As if blessing me in my Moments of personal glory, As my dreams become reality. Looking back I feel So easy, was the idea of giving it all up! So easy it was to think of not writing anymore, But one thing I was not prepared for Was to tame the voices and the words that Played truant as I went to bed. To silence this voice of mine, To let the words all scatter And fall around me.
Taking a deep breath Look upwards and feeling blessed I walked back inside To the warmth of home Throwing away all the uncertainties To the wind; trusting my instincts Letting the magic work Chill out with a glass of wine As I lay my anxieties of the day to rest.