India

 

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The Nation of a billion
with cultures a zillion
with millions in bullion
emblem with multi lion
women with vermilion
currencies in trillion
army always in battalion
with many a medallion
scooters rode on a pillion
the nation of many a lion.

I wish all my Indian readers, a Happy Independence Day!

Sun Songs

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Credits : mazeepuran.wordpress.com

My salutations to the mighty Sun
who shines ever so bright as never
breathing in new courage and hope
to every soul that looks up to him.

He is always there when you need him
unless he rests in the depths of the night
His first ray is the daily prompt by which
all beings get up and set themselves up.

His appearance from the mild to the fiery
for all, he appears as a true benefactor
without him, won’t the world be all gloom?
lost in darkness and devoid of very life.

He is concerned about every one of us
his duty being to sustain us in all walks
he shrinks in size but never shuns his work
the days and nights, a result of his progress.

He shows how every rise has a  gradual fall
how the mild become fiery before they sink
without him, we would drop dead by work
as we would never know when to take rest.

P.S : Thanks are due to Rupali who blogs at mazeepuran.wordpress.com for inspiring me to write this with her above clicked picture.

 

 

अजनबी शहर

आज इस शहर में अकेला हु
जबकि बहुत जान मेरे जैसे
चलते है, रोते हुए, आस पास
जब देखता हूँ उन आँखों में
सब नीरस होके मुझे देखते
उनकी निगाहो में मैं सुराग ढूंढ़ता हु |

हे खुदा कब मुझे इस जीवन से
मुक्ति मिले इस अनजान शहर से
कब मैं अपने गांव को चला जावु
अगर यह मेरी चाह कुछ ज्यादा है
दफना दो, मुझे और मेरे सपनों को
इस शहर में, जहा तुम भी अब अजनबी हो |

My first attempt in Hindi.  The plight of the migrants who come to the city with a lot of dreams and a healthy soul are let down by the city so inhumanly that they crave to go back to those villages, but they are so tired and having lost their souls to the devils who linger and rule the city, now even going back seems to be a far fetched dream.

Let me know your thoughts on this. 

Rough translation is as below.

Alien City

Today, am feeling lonely in this alien city
when a lot of souls, like me, I see in pain
around and about me, crying as they pass
as I look deeply into their sad eyes,
they sense me,  with looks monotonous
i fervently search for clues in those looks
for me to survive in this city alien to me.

Oh Lord, when will you relive me of this distress
and give me solace from life and this city
when can I think of going back to my sweet village
from whence I came, if you feel this wish of mine
is too much to fulfill, bury me, my tired self
who lost his way and his dreams in this city
where, even You have been now lost to me…

Sands of time

An instance of a dream that I had some days back

A person (me) goes with a message to a distant village

on the way he has to cross a hot desert with obstacles

he meets many a person at various points in his journey

he is surprised to see the same people in the village

but there is something different as people here are sad

but whom he met on the way were very joyful and helpful sandsoftime

got me wondering, if I ever met them in the sands of time…

 

 

Poem in Vain

 

All the while me and my wife Jane

Had dream’t of flying to far off Spain
tickets we did not obtain in any plane

She asked how the dream would sustain
I told her we could always get a train
that passed through the terrain of Spain

We had barely got into a  crowded train
when it started to mighty heavily rain
having the crowd seeming so insane
only one person Jane,  she looked sane.

When I started looking at her again
she seemed to be in some sort of pain
efforts to reach to her were all in vain
when, of a sudden, our train hit a crane
that somehow got stuck in wet terrain.

We seemed to lose contents of our brain
comforting, as in, no gain without pain,
could you tell, amid tears, are we in Spain?
the strain was much, though, to ascertain
we looked like people hit with dirt cocaine
though in our plan was, old Champagne…

P.S
This poem came to me with the recent rains in Bahrain.

 

Subjects of Nature

I inspired you with good old mathematics
so that you could count your many blessings
You went further and invented my hidden laws
and called it physics to psyche up your image.

You branded our chemistry and researched on it
I was happy seeing you make wonders with it all
to see my subjects create new ones with time
or so I thought, but I was  wrong all this time.

You spoilt the biology of our own good selves
my geography too, who harbored you all this while
and nurtured your educated whims and fancies
until one fine day, when we all, faded into history…

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Photo Credit: Rupali

My Poems

The Lost Series

The Lost Sparrow
The Lost Poet
The Lost Explorer
The Lost Dog
Lost Forever
Never lose a friend
Balance Lost

Nature

The Indian Summer
Indian Monsoon
Clouded Vision
When it rained
The waterhole
The Open Window
Marching Soldiers

Grief

Maid for you
Friends who blossomed
The Wait
The poor girl

Reflections

Unanswered
Making of a guru
The Inspiration
To know it was the day

Adhoc

Sense with Eyes
The tea maker
The Eerie House
Sentries
The Messenger

To know it was the day

When i was born
was it not a day
that i would celebrate
as i became young enough
to know it was the day 
i was born to live life carefree

A few decades passed
then i would celebrate
as i became mature enough
to know it was the day
i was re-born to re-live life

Another few decades passed
was it not a day
that i would dread
as i became old enough
to know it was the day
that sounded the chime of death…

The lonely Tree

I have been standing for years
lending ears to many  persons
walking below in their lively days
some, who sat beneath or came
to fulfill their needs, be it any.

The birds had built many a nest
I have seen fledglings groomed
who fly away not to be seen again
people to whom I gave shade from
be it the hot sun or the cold rain.

The kids, who pelted me with stones
for me to let go of the fruits on them
I did not mind for any reason though
little did they know, they did disturb
nests sitting secure, be it high or low.

Many a kid has climbed me or made
swings that I supported with my arms
I have seen good times  and seasons
having prospered in bounty, long years
having all, to offer, be it flowers or fruits.

I have also seen bad times, these days
my arms having cut, citing obstruction
The pollution that seeps to the ground
affects my health afflicting me with pain
I weep, be it shedding leaves or oozing gum.

I know a time will come when someone
sees me, an obstacle to their future plans
I will be grateful for him who ends my agony
now that everyone shuns me, a sore to the eye
my sweet memories will die with me, be it so…

Rain Series

A group of clouds came from nowhere
filled with water, they turned to a shower
it is rainy days here again, remarked some
kids left their games and did a rain dance
whatever was left to dry now taken inside
whatever needed to be wet was put outside
the rain drenched and washed the stench
bringing its own perfume that was earthen.

The clouds could now be seen fast receding
a child looked up to see them now flying away
what other task you have, to go soon so fast
please stay and pour some more water on us
to our hearts fill and to fill our pots and wells
No dear, we have other places to water well
and we better not be late, whispered the cloud
as he sped away to catch up with the others…