Some things shall always remain the same…

There were dreams and there still are- some broken, some still to come true and some impossible ones that have seen the light of the day. It’s amazing really-how we wait for things which shall never come; days that are ornamented with the blossoms of youth in the mind’s expansive universe; how days that are and will be are still lightened by the shadows of yesterday. New seeds of hope are sown everyday no matter how crushed they get. The baffling world travels on and so do I. Like the moon that ceaselessly shines every night , like the breeze that forever blows and the flowers that forever blossom, we all will continue to live on..always with old dreams and new hopes that everyday like the sun shines, we shall continue to live on. Centuries have passed. People come and go. Yet the world is same as ever. It’s really good to know that some things never change. When everything that was shall never again be, when everything that you love, change; it’s the only thing that gets us going, knowing that some things shall always remain the same.

Once in a while....

Miles and miles away

Somewhere lay, a half trodden path

Where a fresh breath of air lingers still

Miles it travel, the fragrance

And perfumes the senses

 once in a while.

Airplanes

Up she goes into the sky so high

Floating mid air, the world below passes by.

Foams of white clouds the vision-

A moment of majesty beyond a reason.

As a bird she flies

 Like a seagull soars

And touches the skies.

Enters she

Into a child’s fantasy

Castles made of white

Here’s a bunny

And there, shapes so funny

Breaks she into a laughter light.

Travels thus she, into far off lands

Stretched over rivers and lakes

and with the dawn, every morn

Into a land of dreams she awakes.

LONGING

(Published in Mahishamardini year 2012, the annual magazine of the G.U Campus' Puja Commitee)

 How much this heart desires

To tread the lanes

Of the place I call home.

Like a feather I fly

And with the wind I go

Crossing the meadow

 And the field

And the river and the hill,

The face of this unknown land I leave.

 And from the distance I see

The familiar roads

The houses and the boats

And hear the singing of the breeze.

Brings it in the sound

Of laughter and joy abound

Of days that with golden are crowned.

Never have I ever wanted

Never have wished for a prayer

To be so granted

To rush to the bosom

Of my world, my home

When far away in this solitary land

My heart silently roams.

On We Go..Just Go On

A baffling tale is life’s twisting lane

Just on and on we go

We meet, we drift

As lanes of life, they fork.

What was, never returns,

What will be is what the soul discerns.

The answer turns to question

The surest meanings lost.

As move along down the road

We learn what matters the most....

Through bedrocks unshakable,

Trough tides high

Trudge on we by and by.

One hope to see the sun gets us going

Though bleak clouds sometimes shroud the sky

Learning, living, longing, dreaming..we go on

through times of despair , laughter nigh

or the days of smiles 

when the sun shines high

And comes the dawn

every morn

And on we go..just go on...

Splintered Hearts

(In fond memory of those who lost their lives on 30 October,2008)

Oh! Can you hear the phoenix singing??
My ears are pierced by the song of the phoenix-
A strain so heart rending it pours out from within,
That it reverberates through the very air of doom,
Resonating the plethora of human suffering and pain.
The melancholic wail breaks through
The silence of destruction, planting seed of a tomorrow
Bereft of any hope or desire, the falling sands of time
Failing to make any promises for the new dawn.
How long can one live with the memories of those they have lost-
a constant reminder of the vanished presence brought about by the
Magma of destruction rendering the very life soulless.
Oh helpless bird, couldnt’ u have shed a few tears
To bring the body and the soul together??
I am asking you because the ones who should be asked
Are lying there somewhere, hiding behind their own self,
Ignoring the words of their conscience.
Their hearts have turned to steel, their minds devoid of emotions.
I look up to the heaven and ask why???
But is there anyone to answer??
The heartless souls are all mum
Because there is nothing more to be said and done,
So its you dear Phoenix who must answer
To the ones whose eyes are never going to dry-
The very light being dimmed
Forever from their lives.