Category: Poems

  • The pain of an Indian citizen

    The pain of an Indian citizen

    A whatsapp response to good friend Akhil turned in to a poem.

    I live in Mumbai – Thane – Kalyan belt, and pay my taxes here. But I don’t get even the basic of the service like good roads, clean public sanitation, cleaner air to breathe. But for those who are blinded in their faith towards one party, I want to offer them a piece of advice. Vote for those who work for your constituency, not for the PM candidate.

    The Pain of an Indian

    I should be bothered about the poverty in Bihar and UP which pay almost similar tax that Mumbai alone pays in a year. That is a far cry. However I need to carry the weight (pay taxes) for their development.

    For nation building, then…

    The people in UP slaughter people in the name of the cow, which isn’t the national animal. Tiger is, and it doesn’t get the same support.

    I will suffer and pay my taxes, for the nation building then…

    LPG gas subsidy bill was reduced but the poor in Mumbai still pay ₹800~ while someone in remote area gets it for free. Well, one bit for betterment.

    While I suffer, for the nation building then..

    The constant rant of unifying Hindus, building temples by destroying mosques, spreading the hatered among friends and family, like playing the classic vamp in an Ekta Kapoor series

    But for the nation building then…

    Cost of fuel touched all time high, but I will suffer because government is reducing the fiscal deficit. For that dream, one that wasn’t achieved, I shattered, I will pay, for nation building then…

    Demonetization killed the small economy. Thousands lost job. I was on of them, too.

    But heck, I will suffer for, nation building then…

    I still drive through Rickety roads to and from office, it breaks my back, but I should applaud the government for building new roads outside of Mumbai-Thane region.

    I will suffer, for the nation building then…

    Taking political pot shots at opposition for a terror attack when you are in power, because you could not stop it and don’t want to take the blame.

    I ignore, for nation building then…

    No one can ask question to the government, because I need to trust them, else I will be called an anti-national.

    So I stay silent, for the nation building then…

    Not a single case of corruption, am told, has emerged for they have been buried in the bushes of the media glore..

    I stay silent, for the nation building then..

    Friends turn foes and bosses become evil, because the one who is a bhakt cannot stand critical thinking.

    I stay silent, for the nation building then..

    My PM spends tax payer money to travel and do election oriented rallies, but heck who am I to question it! He is building a nation that never existed he thinks, while I keep paying my taxes without taking the much needed holiday.

    I suffer, but will pay for nation building then…

    I can’t respect my rights as an Indian citizen, so I submit for the nation building then…

    But then you questioned the current capabilities of the Indian Armed Forces, by saying “imagine if we had Rafael, the result would have been different”.

    You proved that you couldn’t care any less.

    But then when school kids asked your opinion on climate change, and your response was “climate change kuch nahi humari sehen shakti kam hogai hai”.

    You proved you aren’t intellectual.

    But then when the country asked to validate taller claims, you shoved fictional figures.

    You proved you aren’t scared of the citizen.

    But then you fudged the accounting calculator to show higher GDP growth figure and never allowed reverse calcultion comparison with UPA performance.

    You proved that you aren’t true to yourself.

    And today, there you are with millions of blind fans of yours, again at our door step asking for a favor that is the right of same citizens you dint care about, of the constitution that you ignored, of the lives that you played with in the last five years…

    For the sake of a Hindurashtra in the disguise of Nation building… Do you think I will want to suffer?

  • Moving on!

    Life has its own way of dealing with things. And when time is up, you must decide to move on. I have been through that situation recently, a very difficult but an important step in my career.

    Oh yeah, that is it, the time is now,
    It is time to move on and on and on,

    Why and where I don’t know,
    It is exciting when there is nothing planned down,

    Head to a place where you can grow,
    A place where you be on your own,

    Saddle the ride and thrive,
    That next level of excitement,

    Take a break, you deserve it,
    Go and talk, and have fun in it,

    Life ain’t a game,
    A game of dice,

    This is a phase, and your premise.

  • Why you must keep reading?

    I was having a conversation with my team members about the impact of reading and was surprised that people had so limited view of what is in store for them. Blame it on them not having met me before :). Jokes apart, they never got anyone in their family or circle of friends tell them these things. It is another matter that they should feel it within them, but it never occurred to me before I started as well so can’t blame them.

    I spoke to them about the tiny islands of Tokelu and Tuvalu from my list of must visit destinations before I die, and they were totally surprised such places even exist. Showed them what Aurora means, how fascinating it is and what causes it. However, I could not digest the fact that they did not even recollect the difference between nuclear fusion and fission they learned in schools. (more…)

  • Kutch – my favorite place to be!

    Kutch (or Kachchh)

    Kutch, by far is the largest district in India. Kutch literally means something which intermittently becomes wet and dry and it is called so because large area of Kutch is shallow wetland which submerges into water during rainy season, and is known as Rann of Kutch. The Rann is famous for the salt flats which become snow white after the rain water dries up.

    Sunset from the Train - on the way to Bhuj via Train
    Sunset from the Train – on the way to Bhuj via Train
    Banni Lands
    Banni Lands

    In Kutch is also my ancestor’s village. Unfortunately, I visited this beautiful place for the first time after I was 22 years old. I never grew up here but this is a place I am so fond of and I never miss a visit at least once in a year if not twice. The villages in Kutch are really awesome to be in and stay over. Life is here is very much laid back unlike Mumbai where it is too fast and one strong reason why I love to spend my vacations there.

     

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  • Sweet lil Baby

    She sleeps so cute,
    As smooth as a flute,
    Love to see her sleeping,
    She is my baby cute,

    Her glowing skin,
    And her tiny chin,
    Closing her eyes,
    I think she is dreamin,

    What i wonder,
    I may never know,
    But i am living my dream here,
    Seeing my baby sleep,

    Softly she breathes,
    Brusing few strands of her hair,
    I wish I could kiss,
    Her lovely forehead,

    I wanna be her pillow,
    On my thighs she would rest,
    Caress her hair,
    Reassuring her of no fear,

    Her face is bright in this dim light,
    I see her beauty,
    Damn I wish i could touch her,
    In one of the coldest nights,

    I wanna hug her warm,
    So she can sleep at peace,
    I love her charm,
    Pressure to hold my love would ease,

    She is beautiful,
    She is gonna be mine,
    I would remain forever faithful,
    Today and every time,

  • THE GREAT RANN OF KUTCH

    I have finally completed my travel post on Kutch and it is now live on my blog. Do check it out!

    Deep in the darkness of long night,
    Is when travelling at speed of light,
    I am going long away,
    To a different state of my own mind,

    Heavenly place may be waiting for me,
    To show its lovely palace of sand,
    Dunes I will miss and so will be the heat,
    B’coz its winter with blanket of mist,

    Its crystalline white mist I want,
    From you the natural wonder land,
    By each inch am closer to you,
    I am eager more to snap a shot!

    Black buck or a wild ass,
    Natural assets & your lemon green grass,
    Plucking peacock dancing in the hay,
    What a beautiful beauty you amass,

    Is gold and sandy so color to eyes,
    Mid night moon will soon quell its ties,
    A bright day and chilling sun light,
    My surroundings become just as bright,

    Wow, is what I feel to say,
    When I think of you and feel gay,
    Oh my dear wonder of nature,
    Don’t wanna wait to come your way,

    Isnt it true that I lust for your sand..

    Hey beauty just thinking of you,
    Ghoosebums spiraling my adrenaline up,
    Into my chest, to my right arm,
    No wonder that you are the great Rann..

    Rann of Kutch
    Rann of Kutch
    Swans in Kutch
    Swans in Kutch

  • The law of the land

    A short poem on the recent outbreak seeking screening of information on social network, ruining the rights to crib on internet!

    The law of the land is made up of junk,
    Only to serve the ministry’s punk,

    Why no speech and no right to write,
    It’s darkening the future bright,

    Broadband is a revolution,
    Cunningness is a crime,

    Empower your children,
    Not getting away and shine,

    It is the new age my old friend,
    Learn the better things of time,

    Wild and crazy chimes,
    Not everybody will mind,

    Stop this nonsense,
    To hold feelings back is crime,

    Do not bring in new rules,
    Don’t waste our time,

    Do you want banners and we march?
    To the nearest popular garden,

    Stretch of green pastures,
    Disturbed by our voice?

    Don’t make us be rude,
    This ain’t the time,

    When growth and finance,
    Is on everybody’s mind,

    Work on the inflation,
    For which you are flat in your face,

    There are better things to do,
    Better don’t be late…

  • Bless me – Earth!

    A changing nature getting warm,
    With heat, earth warns,
    Dont abuse me, enough,
    Dont greed for me, enough,

    Depleating is my strength,
    Can i not breathe and replish?
    Each day my burden goes up,
    Did u not touch a 7 billion?

    Deep in the space,
    I am alone, lonely,
    Care for me,
    Get this thing deep in your mind,

    Each day i bleed,
    Each day sky holes up,
    For you still need me,
    Cant you find someone like me, again,

    I bless you, oh saint,
    Dont whine if i cant take it,
    Limitless and shameless,
    Care for your future,

    You ruin my shade,
    I feel for you,
    You wont be left with food,
    What will you answer your baby?

    Eat, am loving it!
    Sleep, am at rest,
    But dont itch me,
    It pains,

    Humble plea,
    As much i need you,
    Never will i betray,
    Love me, you are my children,

    ps: earth is asking u to be humble, pay heed to it.

  • Cute boy Black Brew

    Eyes are tender, cold and blue,
    That’s my boy, you Black Brew,
    Crushing a stone, unlike you,
    Let’s go, wear your shoe.

    Walk by the road, don’t you bark,
    Catch your bone, that of a lark,
    I tame you, bright and dark,
    For each day, you lead me to park.

    Why don’t you, run around,
    Ever since the day, you were browned,
    Break down, the bone of a lark,
    Let’s head to the south of town.

    You know it, you assure me,
    Of how a pack is undone,
    The moment you see a better half,
    Wag your tail and start long run,

    No baby, do not go there,
    It may not be from fresh air,
    With another breed, no affair,
    Shun you, the little teddy bear,

    Head for your hut now,
    Start your little cute bow-bow,
    I am listening, I know it how,
    Enough of your chow-chow.

    Dedicated to my future dog (if any)*
    *Conditions Apply 😉

  • A whole new flight

    At the mid night, under the moon light,
    I am waiting for the clear sun to shine,
    Everyone is sleeping, without disturbing,
    I am embarking on a whole new flight,

    Into a new world of unknown,
    With a paltry sum to beckon,
    Clinching it tight I am waiting all night,
    To see the clear sun shine,

    A change in me will ever be,
    Constant as will ever honey bee,
    Across all oceans my life glee,
    I don’t wanna hold on every penny,

    Pushing is too much, pulling is a pain,
    All my efforts are torn in vain,
    I pulled my ear to make it clear,
    What to me the world was saying,

    I wanna fly, real high,
    Into a new world of light,
    Just waiting for the clear sun shine,
    I am going on a whole new flight.

  • Sun has risen from the west

    Sun for a change,
    Rising from the west,
    I think I am mad,
    I wanna test,

    I jumped up from bed,
    Looked into the west,
    I left for the shore,
    Through my inner door,

    I am seeing from far,
    Guided by the evening star,
    Makes me even more mad,
    I am getting eager more,

    I realized,
    It is the sunset,
    Immortal dreams,
    It is still a change,

    My life has changed,
    All the problems glore,
    Disappear,
    As the sun sets,

    And the twinkling stars,
    Call me close,
    To sit up above the world,
    And watch stars on earth,

    For I have risen,
    The Real Sun…

    Inspired by the night life and those who work in shifts.. And it includes me 😛

    I feel this the best poem I have ever written about my own self. From being a laughing stock, an easy prey and an idiot to what I am today, I have come a long way and I still have a very long way to go. This poem depicts the change in me that has happened in the last 8 years. For all those who have been part of my journey, I wanna thank you all for making this happen.

  • What does real beauty mean to you?

    It was a much needed break for me to blog about something that I appreciate everyday! Beauty.

    Beauty is what? A simple answer to that question is: Everything you feel beautiful is beauty. As oft quoted in conversations, “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”. Its all how we feel..

    During my college, one day I was with a few of my classmates, savoring a hot “vada pav at the tapri” breakfast and saw a couple walking hand in hand. The boy was really handsome, but girl was not so. That’s when I remembered the quote “Agar dil laga gadhi se, toh pari kya cheez hai” (If heart is struck to a donkey, even an angel is nothing)” 😛

    dil laga gadhi se, toh pari kya cheez hai
    Its funny, but shows out why only looks does not matter!

    We were also taught by two professors who were married to each other, both of them from opposite ends of India, he is a dark dude and she is the snow white.

    I am a firm believer of the inner beauty and my friends can vouch for that. It’s a feeling that you can see on the skin and beneath it in humans and animals (or should I include fur for animals? :P) and ever so awesome nature.

    There are so many real beauties out there, in the form of a mother, as a wife, as a friend, a role model, a sister, a lover, every relation and emotion we share with many women is so beautiful. My father and mother worked together too hard to bring me and my sister up from total financial breakdown, which speaks volumes of their beautiful relationship with my family.

    Real Beauty is you, Within you and around you!
    Real Beauty is you, Within you and around you!

    Dove and Yahoo! brings you all a wonderful platform called as the Real Beauty. It’s one place where I invite every women (yes, including the one who called me being a sexist) on this world to come and share their feelings on this wonderful platform. Those who joined in already have posted so many meaningful blog posts had have sought expert opinions, got inspired with the Women who brought in change in today’s society, soon to be launched Expert Chat et al.

    And yes, am making sure my mom and sister too are participating and so will be many (girl)friends of mine 😉

    To all those who believe in the inner beauty, here is a small poem. It’s the poem I wrote for my mom, who has been so beautiful to me…

    In my heart, I can see,
    How much lovely you have been,
    I miss your care, and that lovely stare,
    To me, how beautiful you have been,

    You understand me,
    You speak my mind,
    You know everything,
    And still you be kind,

    You feel for the poor,
    You care,
    You feed them with love,
    Happy that you could share,

    See those smiles, so beautiful,
    Of the kids on the streets you met,
    Times you spent with me on beach,
    Watching the amazing sunset,

    When the rain makes a mess on the streets,
    The mighty Sun creates a Rainbow,
    Running from a city to another,
    To your supernatural force, I take a big bow,

    Among the moon and the sun,
    The birds and flowers and hue,
    I now know what is real beauty,
    It is you mom, and what’s within you.

    Thank you very much mom, for being the most beautiful person to me.

    These thoughts I have put together are true, and I participating in a contest at IndiBlogger, What does real beauty mean to you? If you like my post, please consider voting for me.

  • Moon O Moon

    You shine so bright,
    Giving the blind night,
    Tearing apart with the light,
    A smile just at your sight,

    In the haste you receede,
    Though we still have your need,
    As you set in the west in speed,
    On my knees I am and plead,

    Stay over, as we love to see,
    In your beauty we love to be,
    Awestruck with our eyes,
    Enjoying the cool breeze,

    Nights are dark without you,
    Miss the passion I have for you,
    I never realized, I never knew,
    Still there is one beautiful than you!

    The Moon at night
    The Moon at night

    As I was about to sleep, I could see the moon through the window and couldnt stop myself from writing this poem.