My Little Princess

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Oh my little princess,
The star of my eyes
You…my ‘daughter’ grand!
Have been waiting for you
Since ages! Read More…

Posted in Causes, Poem at June 20th, 2017. No Comments.

वक्त का तक़ाज़ा

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चलो, आज कुछ यूँ कर लें

बीते हुए को भुला,

अजनबी हो जाएंँ,

खूबसूरत रिश्तों को दफ़न कर

उन का मरसिया गा दें, Read More…

Posted in Causes, Poem at June 12th, 2017. No Comments.

My Angel Muse

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A light divine

A voice propitious

A child’s smile

Flash upon

The mind’s canvas

This

My Angel Muse… Read More…

Posted in Causes, Poem at June 5th, 2017. No Comments.

A Journey Through Nothingness

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Recently, while aboard a flight, for once I felt like a lost soul, disconnected from all and sundry. Felt like a bird who having lost its way to its nest, keeps on roaming in the sky unable to find any foothold. This flight – a passage between two destinations – life and death – is what we all undertake. A passage that is unknown, unseen, untried, suspended in the air like an obscure future. As we embark upon this journey of life, we are clueless what this voyage would be like! Growing up rudderless, without any direction, we keep drifting in nothingness, with no boundaries acting as a road-map of our life’s journey. Don’t we keep on strutting from aim to aim; objective to objective, changing directions, fine-tuning ourselves to the best-suited situations, ultimately landing at the final destination that life takes us to, accepting it as our destiny! Did you, as you started this journey of life, dream of becoming what you ultimately became! Perhaps not! Even if we may decide our destination, it is the Pilot (the Providence) who knows the route – the ups and downs that we’ll encounter during this journey.

Then….can I boast of my ‘achievements’ in life! No…these are not my achievements, they simply came my way, and I grabbed them!

 

Posted in Article, Causes at June 5th, 2017. No Comments.

Spider’s Web

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I’m the spider,

Weaving her web

Of dreams

Of love, and bonds,

Nurturing them

With blood and sweat,

She keeps her threads

To close, well-knit circles

Moving slowly, diligently,

Holding them to her heart.

As she enters

The purple zone

The strands go loose

Moving away,

Each taking its own path

Leaving distances

Unfathomable and mysterious.

Love’s Labour lost!

 

Posted in Uncategorized at May 19th, 2017. No Comments.

The Written Salvos

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There are words
That surround you
Like butterflies
With their multi-hued wings;
Words that you touch
With your finger-tip
Multiply their beauty, love and happiness
And pass them on to others Read More…

Posted in Causes, Poem at April 28th, 2017. No Comments.

The Stories We Whisper into Stygian Darkness

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Stories have always been an inseparable part of human life; we all enjoy telling stories, listening to them; writing and reading them. We have stories coming down to us through centuries either in oral or written form; these are anecdotes, experiences, simple incidents or figments of one’s imagination. Sharing stories is the biggest human passion. Each and everyone is a story-teller. A child is initiated into the magical world of stories through fairy tales; and as soon as he is able to think and imagine things for himself, he creates his own stories – excuses for not going to school or for incomplete homework – and then it goes on for the whole life Read More…

Posted in Article, Causes at April 24th, 2017. No Comments.

The Hills

These Hills

These hills,
Earth’s verdant spasms,
Random ranges,
Towering tall,
As guardians of the
Ground below.
They take upon themselves
Lashing rain,
Scorching heat.
Rivers cleave their bodies,
Roads scrape and chisel their skins,
Tunnels pierce through their hearts,
Yet they
Stand solid,
Promising
A cool canopy
To their Mother Earth. (Near Manali)

Posted in Causes, Poem at April 19th, 2017. No Comments.

Mastering the Fine Art of Dealing with the Babus

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Dealing with the government officials in our part of the world, is an art in itself. An art which is not everyone’s cup of tea. It requires a close study of how government offices work; how many people you’ll have to deal with while tracking your case; which day of the week, and what time of the working hours you should go there.

One should know how to gauge the mood of the official concerned at that particular moment, and the pitch of voice one should use as not to offend him/her. And above all, one needs to practice the art of stoic acquiescence of whatever response you receive from the other end. A strong heart, lots of patience and a permanent smile on the face (even though you may be boiling with rage inside) are the first requirements for the job. One must also be prepared to come back empty-handed, not once but umpteen times. Read More…

Posted in Article, Just for Laughs at April 17th, 2017. No Comments.

My Words

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When identities

With sharp piercing contours

Wound and injure

The ‘odd-men-out’

When free-speech or free- will

Is mother of all sins;

Don’t look at my words

They are either not words, or

Not mine anymore. Read More…

Posted in Causes, Poem at March 22nd, 2017. No Comments.