Eyes say it all

It had just started raining.I saw him scampering into our garden.He was wet,scared and shivering under the alcove in the shrubs.

Perhaps,he was lost or had escaped.His worn out collar with a limp,tattered black naada had another story to tell.

I lured him with a biscuit,he nervously wobbled out of his hiding,polishing it off.For me,it was love at first sight.

I went inside my house dried him with our towel for guest. I made him lie on a jute sack which was dry and that could give him a feel of warmth. I sensed from the expression in his eyes that he was terribly hungry.

I offered him a bowl of warm milk mixed with pieces of bread. I could sense hunger as he gobbled it off fast. I offered him one more bowl of warm milk with bread pieces. 

The way he showed expression of gratitude in eyes was really touching my heart. I was very much happy to have a companion like him.

“He is my Woof Woof,may be, God has sent him for me.” I squealed with delight.

He was so tired that he felt asleep.

I played my  favourite Adele song,promising to see him,the first thing in the morning. 
And just as suddenly as he had come,he sped into the night, the unknown and beyond. 
I learnt an important lesson this morning … you come alone, learn on your own … fall alone and rise alone too !!

Somewhere along the way you do meet good samaritans who help you on a rainy wet day !! 
To the greatest Guru of all-” Life”

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School

I cried when I had to take my first step towards you.
That building of the school, those benches and the atmosphere – everything was new.

I had a way of speaking which was hard to understand, 

I had to muster all my courage to even properly stand.
Days passed, that building grew familiar;

Now I didn’t cry,

Instead, in our uniforms, all we could do is fly.

I loved the blackness of the board and whiteness of chalk,

I loved being with my ‘folks’.

I loved playing hopscotch, drawing square boxes and jumping around.

I loved playing with stones; 

I loved every bit of those days, I was never alone.

Though home works were scary,

But, I managed, at times just barely.
More days passed, that building became my identity;


My uniform became my pride;

Hopes rose high and so did our stupidity.

We had small dreams, just finish ‘boards’ and life would be easy.

In midst of all this we had our first crush, one look enough to make us dizzy.

Love at first sight mixed with innocence;

Love letters were transferred in teachers presence.

Some got caught, some escaped,

But the naughtiness of innocuous days continued.
‘Reproduction’ was to be taught and exams were near,

The attendance reached the summit because of the chapter.

We enjoyed every bit of it, without a doubt,

In that moment we did feel mischievously proud. 
More days passed and we had to take that last step out of that building, 

I cried – we all cried.

Heart felt heavy, mind was numb,

‘Never say goodbye’, we all decided to play dumb.
Those days, we just wanted to grow, run away, to be in college soon,

We didn’t realise then that school was a boon.

We had to grow only to realise that growing is a mistake,

Not something but everything now seems of distaste.
We have cried for years,

remembering every memory that is dear-

That building in which we lost ourselves, 

Those walls that confided in us.

Now that building is memory, that uniform torn, and we are in search of an identity that would last.

Now, we realise, melody was in ‘good morning’ song;

The curves of the six letters is where we did actually belong.

Sweetness was in teachers stick;

True were those bunks, with an application, “with due respect, I am sick”.
I pine, I crave, I long,

For those days that are now long gone.

If it were only memory of those days I wouldn’t mind, 

However it’s me whom I lost and am yearning to find.

Maybe I will find her maybe I will not,

But those days I can never forget.

Tears along with a smile will always roll,

Whenever I look back and think of my school.

Birdy thoughts

I weaved a world,
From twigs and feathers,
Hewn from my beak,
Twined with leaves,
To cocoon you from wind and weather.
A tiny world it was.
Fragile not.
It bestowed you with wings,
And voice and spirit,
Songs of seasons, for you to sing,
With harmony sans lyric.
Flown you have,
Made your choice.
The sky,
Your new world,
And I rejoice.
Your return,
From your worldly sojourn,
I await.
                            
I espy this small nest,
In my big world,
Tucked among leaves,
Under the eaves.
A tiny world it was not.
Fragile not.
It told tales of Wings,
With voice and spirit,
Songs of seasons that I hear you sing,
With harmony sans lyric.
The vagaries of this world you will withstand,
For your world,
I hold,
In my hand,
It is your hearth,
It is my heart.

Diwali

LAMP OF HOPE

Let us kindle the lamp of hope

As echelons of zillion lights adorn,

Pearls of gleams in these autumn nights

To bless us all and rid us of sufferings

Humble thanks to God to give us prosperity 

Let’s share love and delight

People get a chance to express their thoughts 

And reminisces of this festival of lights 

Triumph of good over evil it shows,

Making the less fortunate smile,

Effusing joys to all abound

Where everyone enjoys a royal feast

It seems to be a happy day on Earth

Because I have lit the Lamp of Hope,

This gives me light

Spread this light, there is love for all

True light gives joy in heavenly style

And I wish we feel this way

I will shine for you like a lamp

For the early dawn and the birth of humanity

It provides hope and light for the new beginning.

Ganesh Visarjan (Anant Chaturdashi)

He has packed His bags and is ready to leave.

The streets are filled with devotees gyrating to songs of celebration and music. The air is suffused in vivacious chants of Ganpati Bappa Morya, Mangal Murti Morya! …Bappa Bappa Morya… Mangal Murti Morya!

11 days of festivity has today reached its pinnacle and it’s a big farewell party out there. 

Today is Anant chaturdashi or Ganpati Visarjan, the final day of Lord Ganesha’s journey on earth. Today, lacs of Ganesha idols will be immersed in lakes, ponds and rivers all over the city.

Making His way along with me is Ganesha, The Divine traveler, our friend who has today reached the final leg of His journey, better known as the Ganesh Visarjan.

Lord Ganesha being taken for Immersion

He assembles in the arena and waits for the final proceedings before the visarjan

The diya (lamp) is lit and Ganesh Stuti or Arti (prayer) is performed with a lot of gusto and enthusiasm for one last time.

His face gets a divine radiance with the flame of the diya glowing clear and bright.

Coconuts are broken and He is played Holi with!

His smile, His beauty, His cuteness… His memories are captured

The atmosphere is charged with devotion.

Wishes are whispered and His blessings are asked for.

All religious paraphernalia are removed, one by one.

The final boarding call – A loud chant of Ganpati Bappa Morya, Mangal Murti Morya…

… And He is lifted high

Some lower their heads while He gleefully passes over them

At the Immersion site

Devotees look on with eager eyes,

All hearts crying out to their dear friend — Good Bye… Ganesha

Amid chants of Bappa Bappa Morya, Pudchya Varshi Lavkar Ya,

Ganesha takes His flight back home…

These final moments of visarjan are quite heart warming not only for those who have hosted Him in their house for the past few days but also for people like me who have just been a part of the festival from the sidelines.
A little girl in a pensive mood looks on…

But these are also the moments that, I feel, highlight the real essence of the festival. Its in these final few moments that one can see the message He has wished to convey – The Message of love and detachment, of dissolution and creation, of bonding and separation, of patience and of moving on…

As the day gets darker and night falls over, I see the the streets are filled with the same enthusiasm and are still very much alive with all the party and celebrations,

As I make my way back home amid all these celebrations, A speck of gulaal kisses my cheek…

And I’m suddenly reminded me of a quote by Melina Campos,

Memories last forever, never do they die.

Friends stay together, never say goodbye.

See you soon, Ganesha!

The song of gratitude

THE SONG OF GRATITUDE

“Love so much that the song arises in your being — the song of gratitude.

 Be grateful and sing the song of gratitude so that you can become more and more capable of love.

 This is how one reaches higher and higher peaks, and one day, your love and your song have become one. 

That day is the day where one disappears as a wave and becomes the ocean.

 That is called enlightenment 

All those who have reached to god have reached through love.”

Nothingness

“Everything comes out of nothingness and goes back into nothingness.”

Hence there is no need for attachment, because attachment will bring misery.

Soon it will be gone.

The flower that has blossomed in the morning, by the evening will be gone.

Don’t get attached; otherwise in the evening there will be misery.

Then there will be tears, then you will miss the flower. Enjoy while it is.

But remember, it has come out of nothing, and it will go back to nothing.

And the same is true about everything, even about PEOPLE

Shirish 

Shirish asked me if I could write about him and I didn’t say a word.

I remember back in 10 th grade how Shirish wrote a poem and left it on my desk just before the morning assembly.

It was royal blue ink on ruled lines and it smelled like the deodorant he used to wear.

Whats me without you?


I have found my world 

There is only you in it

What is me without you?

Just like night with out its moon 

Summer without its sun 

Stopping a flower from blooming when its almost done 

It is like Dalmatians without spots

A piglet with out pooh

It is like Dori not being in Nemo 

That is me with out you

You are my sun, 

My moon shining on me 

No matter what I am going through.

I wasn’t sure if the girl in the poem was me because I wasn’t the most beautiful girl in the entire school. I couldn’t possibly take his breath away.

I had never thought about it that time.

Showing this to my class teacher and my friends would create more issues and would disturb him as well as me.

I remained passive not reacting even a bit. I was more focused on my target of getting above 90 percent in Secondary School Certificate exams and achieved it too getting 93.
He fell for another classmate three months later. 

I tossed the paper away. The last time I saw him was in the Eichsttat Hall on the School Send off Day . It has been six years but I still carry the poem with me.

Pack me a gift

In the empty streets of city

My dreams search the eyes..

Desperate to enter into their world hollow,

Of misery, lies, and sorrow

Left them blinded not asleep

With colors of some fading evening beneath diamond lit sky

Birds of unbroken empire of dusk, shrugging thier wings to fly

Hey you angels of far off land..take me down to those ruins of time..

Pack me a gift from days young..

Where lips had smile, and hands were full

With sand of time.. hey you angels of forgotten times,

I do not want wake up anymore,

Day streets are empty

No one is mine.

Being with you always 

You enter my lungs

When ever I breathe 

But for me to live 

I need to exhale you 

Inhaling and exhaling you 

Has become  my life 

That will continue 

As long as I am alive 
My heart beats because of you

My heart circulates you 

Everywhere in my body 

You are an inseparable part of me