Musings of a man who is constantly trying to give new perspectives to things we all seemingly know already.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
What is more beautiful?
In the thick of New York's Times Square
On a vibrant Saturday evening we were
My wife was manoeuvring the pram of my baby
For whom, the boisterous ambience was the lullaby
Both my hands were loaded with shopping bags
Struggling to keep poise, I almost became an object of gags.
The dancing lights , to the eyes, were a treat
The flaming Neons made us feel not wanting to retreat
The beauty in Times Square was simply breath-taking
The joy and mirth in the air was no faking.
My wife and I soaked in an ethereal world
Even as my toddler in his pram curled.
Just as we were slipping into another zone
From the pram we heard a little moan.
Moan became groan, and soon into a shriek
Even as I tried to pacify him in a voice so meek.
He wouldn't budge, he wouldn't stop
Until he saw my shopping bags drop.
I picked my gen-next up in a warm embrace
And suddenly, the shrieking face became all grace.
Grimace made way for a lotus smile
That simply blew me off many a mile.
In that instant, the beauty of Times Square
The pomp and pageantry in the air
Blurred in front of this little one's grin
The Beauty contest, he surely did win!
Monday, January 21, 2013
Mother Ganga
I bow before you - O Mother Ganga
Like your son Devavratha did, for his father.
Take me away from this worldly web
Away from sorrow , farther and father.
On your lap many a poor peasant has had his last
Through the ages present and past
Reaching the Lotus feet has thus been furious and fast
Under the gentle spell that you have always cast.
Allow me to lie on your lap, one last time
In life, I see no further rhyme
Allow me to sleep forever, and cease to chime
I can't hope to have an end more sublime.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
THANK YOU
Thank you – my parents
For giving a body for this soul
For teaching how to live life as a whole
Thank you – my teachers
For showing the way to academic salvation
For kindling the fire of greater materialistic aspiration
Thank you – my childhood friends
For making my day in the playground
For making sure that my childhood dreams don’t run aground
Thank you- my sweetheart in college
For nipping my romance in the bud
For bringing me back to the earth with a thud.
Thank you – my dear wife
For giving a structure to my life
For making sure that life moves on, come bliss or strife.
Thank you – my progeny
For giving me a mid-life missive
For reminding me that I also have my own life to live.
Thank you- O God
For giving life of fine elements
For filling my life with parents, teachers, friends, family and all such determinants
For filling my life with parents, teachers, friends, family and all such determinants
Thank you – my life
For filling me with incessant indictment
For making me realize that all the above are hallucinations, and, at best, transient.
For filling me with incessant indictment
For making me realize that all the above are hallucinations, and, at best, transient.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Chalke Teri Aankhon Se
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=M2Ihu_yoixs
Trying out "Chalke Teri Aankhon Se", a Mohammed Rafi classic
Trying out "Chalke Teri Aankhon Se", a Mohammed Rafi classic
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