Amidst the redwood trees,
Can rid you of the scent of guilt
When the within will be out there!
We are getting curiouser and curiouser with curiosity,
To see what our little artists imagined,
When they prodded their creativity,
And poured out what they saw, when they looked within.
The words the author weaved,
The paintings, sketches, the dance moves,
The Photos that were shot, still or moving,
Let it all fly out of you dancing and screaming.
Reflect your heart, mind and soul,
Let no inhibitions hold you back,
Let nothing come in between you
Of course leaders are important as they answer the call of the hour by stepping up and inspiring the masses and achieving goals. Most of them, especially political ones, are founded on certain philosophies, thoughts, ideologies and then they just use their personal attributes (superior than others) to execute and propagate. Now not always are these philosophies noble or aligned with 100% of the masses, or even historic precedent, but they still use their superior human traits to further those fo
I am Friday and here I am to tell my story,
Along with my best friends, Sat and Sunday,
Who accompany me to make life easy,
For those who befriend us rather than Monday.
There is nothing hidden about our identities,
Our attributes are cogent and clear,
We don’t change colors, like the chameleon,
Our length is steady, the air without fear
Unlike other days which can assume identities,
When envy rules, insanity shines,
At the peak of summer or when the frost bites,
The weekdays come flocking
I want to stand where it starts,
And see the colors fade,
I think, rainbows, a work of art,
How are such astonishing things made?
They come after the rain,
Some are light,
While some are bright,
All seven colors manage to appear each time,
Even if you dislike rain, the after result rainbows,
Are sublime.
Nature has created such a mesmerizing thing,
Red, orange, yellow, blue, all the colors so vivid,
Which makes you want to fly with your wings,
And take
Wind O wind take me to the place,
Most parched of all from all the bright days,
Where people look up and worship the Sun,
To hide for a while and set in some glum.
Clouds O Clouds, wrap me so tight,
Let go of me over the gloomy fields,
Where bards pray in palaces and slums,
For a good rain from the heavens above.
Ocean O Ocean churn some more like me,
I’ll take thee where you’ve never been,
To sacred lands and mighty hills,
To concrete towns and green jungles.
Time O Time move fast and ri
As I took off from the land of dreams,
Of love, patience and families,
Of homes, of the Sun and the rain,
Of enormous joys and of pains.
Through wet eyes I saw something pretty,
Screaming loud in it's winding path,
I saw the mighty Ganges.
She was there thousands of feet below,
Yet looked so beautiful and full of glow,
The Sun was shining hard on her,
No clouds there were between me and her.
The channel was open for some thoughts,
Between a mother and a son on the run,
Running away from his h
O my dear country men,
With a heavy mind and eyes swollen,
Recall the sacrifices of those who died,
Fighting for us with unfriendly tides.
When the mightly Himalayas bled,
When our freedom was challenged,
Till the last breadth they fought,
Till the last body had a shot,
And when they fell to race to freedom,
Their bayonets softened to carry their heads
They then slept on them, those brave souls,
Those mighty soldiers the ultimate guardians.
When India was lit up with Deewali lights,
They played
As we toil towards our daily breads,
Under various Suns, skies and clouds,
In places in, far and near,
To India, our motherland.
Let's pause in our thoughts, and various deeds,
To think about those because of who,
We do see cities, valleys and fields,
We do live our momets, we do breathe.
This thing has been repeated many a time,
By many an Indian in various climes,
Yet it does not match the spirit and valour
Of thousands who went down, the Indian soldiers,
Fighting for us, enconsed in cosy c
What is this congregation so dense and noisy,
What’s the cause that has woken up the lazy?
Must be a strong, energetic, a vociferous leader & orator,
One who can just sway masses at will, an interesting narrator!
I push my way through, anxious to reach the core,
But soon realize that only will is required, nothing more
There is no core, no leader is to be seen,
Chanting in unison the masses with souls so clean.
Sporting Gandhian topis with “Swaraj” writ large and clear,
I sense a strange love in
Drake kept pestering me,
Trying to keep me on track,
But I had distractions, many, writing chapters
With new and old friends, in and around the shack.
Finding permanence in an evanescent world,
Had become the passion,
Effervescence seemed everlasting,
Youth was at its peak, with no descent.
It is now frozen in time,
40+ years old eyes, balding heads, find energy & hope,
Souls get stirred, memories are evoked,
When this still of a seemingly permanent halt is broached.
I remember the call,
In the middle of the night, when my brain got numb,
And there it was, my home, my planet, with its many stars,
Dancing in front of my eyes, glistening skin, and the scars.
Drake, never the one with patience,
Asked me about my progress towards the goal,
I said I was trying, but there was a problem,
He was ready for it, because I was not the first one.
“So you too have found them, isn’t it” He said,
“They will test you, your grit, your resolve”,
“but you must keep marchi
