Monday, December 31, 2012

Separation Hurts

Human nature is designed such that we look for community. We are always happier meeting someone. And even if not happier meeting them, definitely sadder upon losing them. Every soul does manage to touch our lives. At those instances, separation does not seem worth it. If we initially hadn't, we why we did not like that person, or at least are surprised by our feelings.

The pain, the loss of separation touches the very core of our selves. It makes want to do anything that can help bridge it, even though it is not pragmatic, or beneficial in the long run. No matter how hard we try, separation is destined; only a matter of time. Separation is perhaps what ensures the next meeting is looked forward to, and perhaps even sweet.

Why our nature is so designed when separation is destined, is perhaps a subject that deserves further introspection. However, no matter what, a safe rule of thumb should be to make sure that one's behavior to others is always such that at the moment of separation, there are no regrets.

Friday, December 28, 2012

Dream Bus

Did anyone get, this dream like mine
I caught a bus, and it took flight

I skipped the tea, and missed my friends
I ran after it, the bus had went

This bus that took, all dreamers aboard
Such bus had not, could not follow time

This bus that had wheels, and yet took wings
Was a red double-decker, as on Bombay streets

The wind blew on your face, it was a bright summer day
This flight had known no limits, it was a dreamy ride

But this bus that I had missed, I saw it fly away
And take my friends to oblivion, as clear and white as day

I miss those friends already, I stand alone and moan
I know not what to answer, their parents back at home

Thursday, December 27, 2012

A Tender Thread

Life is held, through tender threads
Firm and strong, fragile when wrong

Threads of love, holds relations together
Threads of soul, life as a whole

Balance of time, hangs on a second thread
Threads of stress, just waiting to snap

The sun rays shone, threads of glory
Threads of water, its unknown touch

A thread of thought, separates mean from grand
The vocal threads, cosmic creation's sound

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

A feeling afresh

A funny moment, to kiss and tell
A nudging joke, the smallest smile

She looks at you, and looks for you
A tender touch, just slight as such

If these be not, the signs of love
Then dear mine, you don't know of love

I mean to think, of something else
But thoughts fly to you, and nowhere else

Did you know, just what you lost
The spark that happened to burn me in hell

You smile at what, was a falling joke
If be not love, then what it be

In the end you look back, with a silent sigh
Perhaps was best, to end in sight

To be able to visit, a feeling afresh
Makes years of pain, nostalgic touch

No regret as, when love goes lost
As sand in waves of dragging years

The Way of Water

Little droplets, filing by
Filling courtyards with mud-brown puddles
They find their way, in and out of home
As if to stay, is never done
The way of water, is mysterious
It's flowing resembles, the way of life

The dust on leaves, now washed away
They look more green, fresh and young
Like a woman, who steps out from bath
Like a newborn, who comes out of womb
The way of water, is mysterious
It wetness marks, rejuvenation

The trees now sway, it is a storm
And furious rains, last out like arrows
The water now, it takes a different form
And man and mice, stay huddled in homes
The way of water, is mysterious
It ferociousness, can pierce through stone

The water has settled, as a flood
It now rots, what's in its grasp
And teaches lessons, as in every mode
To stay in one place, is as good as dead
The way of water, is mysterious
It's calmness can, lay mind at rest





Monday, December 24, 2012

Putrid Night

Putrid night, and a vented day
God knows when, I can stay away

Wakeful sleeps, and peace-less wakes
Is this worth, a monthly pay

I can write code, I can make calls
But how can one, sell with-out cause

My manager's way, is to make hell pay
Does no one know, the value lost?

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Good Morning

The night grew pale, with impending dawn
The wind from east, was a warm feast
The flowers bloomed, homes woke up
The Earth bid welcome, to another day

Saturday, December 22, 2012

In Retreat

An alone walked the one, who had survived the war
He wished as well, to be one with the dead
To be in company of lost friends, than with their memory live on

To walk over dead flesh, smell blood, hear pain
There is no greater curse, than walk out of a war
No bath will wash away, the sin of lives snatched
Not this lifetime, when you will sleep in peace again

He sat down to meditate, this warrior war-worn
Not to sleep was this life, only death would close his eyes
While fires with dead ablaze, the ones inside subsided
A fresh breeze blew again, while his breath slowed down
A mountain was this veteran, steadfast to his cause
Not question why he did this, just live and then be gone

Friday, December 21, 2012

80% is Enough

To leave your footprint in sand, you have to be unique, and arguably the best in one thing. And like most in this world, I seek that one thing for this life. At this point I tend to notoriously get philosophical, that I have lived more lives, and my search is but food the purpose of just the current life.

But in the midst of this search, as I stumble upon and evaluate all that there is in this world, this life, I'm amazed. Our life has as many dimensions, there are as many pursuits as there are species in this world. As I walk this journey, I feel the need to absorb, revel at all that I like, and not just a one. That would, in my opinion  make a balanced life. I hate to know people who are masters in one dimension, but hideously villainous in something else. 100% in one but 0% in something else important is not done.

The question becomes more pertinent to my life today as I think over the guidance I give my child as his father. What would I want for him? Would I be happy to learn that he is a genius at work but a horrible husband? Would I be willing to trade that. And the more I think over it, the more I am convinced that balance is the essence. 80% in all dimensions is just perfect really!

The thinking leads me also to appreciate the system of education in the US, where priority/credits are provided to every aspect. Versus the system if education I grew up under in India. I am not close to it, and the US system may have flaws, and the system in India, vastly changed. But the concept is what I speak of.

It would really be perfect if Shravan is 80% in studies, sport, art and debate. I believe that really is the recipe to be complete (100% if you will)  in health, character, intelligence and personality. Which really, is what will make him a happy, and indeed, successful man.

Monday, December 17, 2012

In Action

It's powerful strides the horse belies
But action is it's only course

To take it's master to bloodied warfield
Bloodshed was to live or die

The sword was sharpened, and hunger shone
In victims it, cut and tore

The shields lay stained, scratched and shamed
By spears and arrows, it couldn't shy

There was noise, this was war
Violence was, the bass of sound
Heartless roars, at the blood and gore
Or painful wails, fearing death

And in its midst, is where he rose
The horse would kick, his master's kill

There were no rules, only strategy
And the price of life, was that death ruled

Sunday, December 02, 2012

Passion..or Madness

They say not want inflicts me
Some say passion, and some madness
I stay engrossed on one thing
It gives me complete joy

I do till tired, and still more
If that is what I did more
They say not who that did more
Some say passion, and some madness

I laugh when it laughs, I cry with it
And gives me joy, did say I
They say not why I laugh and cry
Some say passion, and some madness

I build this beauty with sweat and blood
I break it 'cos of one sore
They say when I build and break
Some say passion, and some madness

Thursday, November 29, 2012

In Preparation..

In restless steps the night forsteps
A pilgrim is new age bound
A misfit even when the walk began

A full moon light, held him spellbound
Far away stars, brought a shine
Clouds were lit, with milky haze
A mix of blue, white and black

The misty grass washes his feet
The sea-beach sands wipe them dry
He sat down to meditate
The night vigil, had just begun

At a solemn moment when sea embraced
The rising sun, and crimson sky
He opened his eyes, the day begun
And picked his sword, gave out a cry...


Wednesday, November 21, 2012

The price you pay

You are cursed now
You have destructed

You will fall apart
You did not as instructed

Of what demons rise above
Of what devils possessed

Will crush the soul, set body aflame
Will torment the mind, your spirit ablaze

The Sun rises, to burn into ashes
The Waters, to drown in gasp

The Earth will scorch, on deserts dried
The air pungent, will suffocate

Nature you did, forget easy
Now the price you pay

And life on Earth, is a gift
This world, not inherited

Monday, November 05, 2012

A Child Reminds..

When he was born, I saw my reflection
When he cries out, I feel pain within

When he gets scared, in crowded malls
I remember that, existential angst
How insecure we feel, would we survive
A primitive fight, for what's so little

When he laughs out, I can see why
So funny it is, to innocent sight

When engrossed I realize, how he is right
Interesting indeed, I just did not notice

Oh a child, is a beautiful gift
A reminder of, the beauty around
A true medium, to relive our life

Thursday, November 01, 2012

A Child at Play

I look at him, his eyes are busy
They lock one moment, then wander away
He is but, a child at play

He looks at one, and then at yonder
He smiles at him, and cries on other
The world for him, not studied yet
He is but, a child at play

If you follow, his gaze at green
Trees and grass, a bird abreeze
He looks at water, gurgles like it
You truly realize, what beauty is
But for him, just another thing
He is but, a child at play

A philosopher at times, but naughty too
A child is one, to learn from too
When he cherishes, and grab it too
But having possessed, throws away too

You can't but help, to think aloud
Isn't this what, I do in Life?

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Once again we will meet

In the midst of bitter wars, as a soldier lying fatigued
My love your thought, gives the calmness I seek...

I think of our village, in the midst of mountain and wide sea
The fragrance of jasmine, ripe mangoes and fresh rain
And you my love, appear smiling and shying

I dream of our families, friends and those we know
The taste of mother's food, well-water and the jackfruit
And the memory of your kiss, parches my lips

Those days my dear, will come back again
They beckon to me, each time I wait for death

In moonlit lights once more, will we sneak from our homes
Meet at the river bank, kiss the full moon in water

Once again O beauty, we will hide in the fields
Roll over each other, kicking the grass beneath

On evenings in the beach, again we sit
Watching the sand, between fingers slip
While you see smitten, the evening sun set
I will admire you, your beautiful face turn golden

Friday, October 12, 2012

Mankind

There lived a fish, swam in faraway seas
He would come home, each year after year
He knew his way each time, in delightful ease

And for generations this fish lived
Passed on soul to soul
And for centuries sustained life
Purifying water to land

Then came man, the intelligent one
Giving whom a mind, even God regretted
His intelligence knew bounds, his greed did not
Quick pleasure than reason, felt more satisfying

Burnt down the forest, so he could stay warm
Forgot now naked, he was to scorched land
Ate every animal, his body was not meant to
When he could have lived, on one bunch of green

Such was human selfish, he had to fight his own
Killed his brother to save his son, should now he smile or moan
If only he had learnt early, his brain was for betterment
To live simple and rule the land, than to live for for self

Sunday, October 07, 2012

A Child's Dance (At Six months)

Thai Thai Tha Tha Thai
So my child was dancing
Little feet and bubbly face
Figuring steps in rhythmic haste

He had be held, a baby yet
A baby in such a hurry
What brings you close, we love you most
Your father and your mother

What makes you happy, you see us yes
We really feel so blessed
Isn't life, a bundle of joy
Who says it's a struggle

Thai Thai Tha Tha Thai
Your footsteps make you happy
You gurgle, babble, you talk to us
In your own sweet tongue Shravan

In memory most, we cherish those
Moments that bring us close
You touch our heart, and well our eyes
In innocence, pure and soulful

Is there a way, God we can say
We can't thank you enough
With boundless joy, in blessing us
You created your image for us

Saturday, October 06, 2012

Hinduism..the way of life..

Hinduism, the Hindu way of living, is nothing but the Indian way of living. Hinduism was the way of life of those who reside in Bharatam, in Hindu-sthan, now India.

The scope of this article is restricted to worship. The Hindu worshipped nature, similar to the Greek pagans, but deeper, more mystical, more powerful, and effective.
The five elements of life and earth were identified, worshipped, and even powerful chants of invocation were identified. But such chants can only be communicated by nature, or by a higher force, not learnt. Thus the belief that they were delivered as inspiration or intuition to the saints. These became the Vedas. The chants still have effect, but the trust with which they need to be chanted, the disciplines to be followed before and after the chant, have withered. And hence so the visible results of the chants.
The way of life itself had 4 pragmatic goals: Kama (pleasure), Artha (wealth), Dharma (duty), Moksha (salvation).
And life itself was grouped into 4 stages, called ashrams in veneration: Brahmacharya (where you learn), Gruhasta (where you are a householder), Vaanaprastha (where you impart wisdom and teach), Sanyaasa (where you renunciate).
These were just meant to be broad outlines. Hinduism was strict on only one aspect: Tolerance. Ironic, but yes. Each person was free to live up to his karma. Of course there was society and order to govern property and life. But not the restrictions, hypocritic narrow-mindedness, casteism, in Hinduism. But going into detail will be to divert from the scope of this article.

Hinduism went from being a way of life to a religion when polytheism and idol worship came into picture. But  it started with the intent, of channelizing the focus of the masses to the way of life that would broadly prescribe to the above goals and stages. So none of the Hindu gods were perfect. It was OK to have emotions, and make mistakes. And yet, to stay on one's broad goals, focused on the bigger picture as one might say. Sorry to say, but Hinduism never would prescribe showing the other cheek. Almost all the Hindu gods bore weapons. Satyagraha was the need of a different era, one that hasn't survived in general, because it is not natural. Harsh but true, the laws of nature are free to be observed in the animal kingdom. What separates us, are rules of engagement.

I suspect casteism was introduced by either the Kshatriyas to keep their heirs in power, or due to polytheism for the priests to stay most respected in society. It truly suppressed talent, and free expression, both tenets of Hinduism. I suspect the Kshatriya theory above more, mainly if you refer to the significant event in Hindu history, the Mahabharata. Mainly a power struggle between a king's children, for the throne. Yet, we don't hear of them praying to temples. Instead, they pray to the elements. You hear of heroes being sons of the God of Wind, Indra (god of heavens/sky), God of Fire, God of Sun, etc.

The mythologies of Shiva, Vishnu, Ganapati, even Rama, were created later..

Hindus still make up 14% of the world. But for Hinduism to attain it's lost glory and grow, it must be stressed to be a way of life. The true intent of polytheism be marketed viz. to beautify through bhajans and bring to focus the qualities to lead a good, complete life. Indeed, a person may not believe in idol worship and be a Hindu; he'd actually be a better Hindu if he instead invokes and prays to the elements in nature. And of course, casteism be abolished, as it has been today in India. Let merit, not reservations, determine achievement. The democratic meritocracy is indeed, the Hindu way...

And those who embrace this way of life, can choose to be deemed as Hindus. That is, "conversion" to Hinduism be allowed. It's just a term a title. If the person has embraced the Hindu way of life, he already is, has become, a Hindu.









Friday, October 05, 2012

The Wait

I waited across the street, alone and weary
The rain came pouring, but the mind was thirsty
Just one look, is all that I needed
Like just one shot, of a drug to last the night...

Gone are the days, O long gone are those days
How I have survived, without another look
Is it the rejection, the failure, the taunt
Or the memory, sweet pang, that lasted

I saw you walk away, many times not once, yet waited
Had to keep watching, till you walked out of sight
There was no hope, and I killed the semblance left off
As if to burn in hell-fire, ignited by myself...

Of what use is pain, why suffer a loss again
Can will power withhold, a pure heart's want
And innocence and happiness, get crushed in the rut
When the mind and destiny, conspire against us

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