A new beginning…

 

A winter of mirth and glee,
Snow, hollies and esprit…
A breath of fresh air for a hollow soul,
She survived blues, blacks and a broken home…
Childhood gleeful never was,
Teenage colorful never could become…
Love satiating never was…
Why betrayal and abandonment did come, never could she fathom…
Life never is unjust though,
Time heals all blows,
The spirit of carrying on is what matters…
Come rain or hailstone…
A new found hope did come,
A seed yet to become…
A life to look forward, to live with aplomb,
With a new partner, who says “mom” 
In disguise do blessings come,
A new identity at every phase,
A work that treats her well,
A baby that kicks her every now and then…
A new love enters, a man with a heart and soul,
Tears of happiness do roll,
A father she never knew herself,
A Rambo, who protects and fills every loophole…
A new year, a new day,
A full sunny morning, and sunset evenings
With a new position and designation,
A mom-to-be , an ambitious manager she is!
Winter gave its chills,
Monsoon, the pills,
Summer took its toll,
Autumn, completed the whole…
Life afresh, with renewed zest,
A pain that gives joy, a new life who is an alloy,
Of love, of life, of bittersweet madness…
Of little hands that clamour for affection…
A creation of her blood and muscle…a tiny bundle of action!
A season, of joy,
A moment to cherish and enjoy,
Gave her wings of strength and laughter,
With a prayer of knowledge and empowerment for her duckling
Truly, the season of a new beginning…

- Rashi

Felonies of ignorance

Yet again the world faints,
Yet again I see nothing,
Yet again I open my eyes for a new view it paints,
And I see people and they all look the same…
But then it is beautiful , so gleam..
No doubt it could be just another dream.

Yet again I close my eye,
Yet again the senses fly,
Yet again I see people ,
Different faces , and the voices differ,
yet again they are not the same..
ohhh.. but it has to be an imagination…

Yet again I break a heart ,
Yet again I say something harsh,
Yet again I wait for the dew,
Yet again I am one of the few,
And yet I see , they are still the same,
The faces are same , the voices similar,
But then again could these be my blindness…

Yet again I feel sorry ,
Yet again they go for glory,
Yet again I drink the sweet ocean ,
Yet again the kiss is sour,
Yet again there flies a pigeon,
Yet again the death is gore,
The soil is moist and the water is dry,
Still I see the same eyes cry ,
I so wish I go numb and tranquil..

Yet again I see the world,
Yet again it ends up right there,
Yet again my hands reach out ,
Yet again the eyes are bright,
But the hands pull off,
Yet again the vision is blocked,
I guess , someone reset the sequence..
Yet again, I forgive myself of the felonies of ignorance !!!!!!!!!!!

(from the same guy who chose to be anonymous)

The End of Stories

Smoking Kills , the devil drinks ,
With every breath  my life shrinks,
Still the belief within gets stronger ,
As it gets colder outside, the inner gets warmer ..
I look around and I see , and what I see are stories ,
The stories filled with joy , some with sorrows,
Characters flying high in the sky , other stuck in their own burrows …

I see a kid with all the beliefs knit close to its heart,
The pictures clear , the sketches neat and trying hard to pull its cart .
And he knows what he wants from life ,
And yet he believes his story has a different end.

Then there I see again, is this guy standing tall,
The man who thinks , he knows it all…
He doesn’t try it too hard , but still is clear in thoughts so far,
The world is beautiful and amazing is its hold ,
But somewhere he fears the god, who is fat, ugly and bald
He sure knows what he wants of life and what would be its end..

Then I see the birds , their eyes twinkling and wings flapping
I cannot see them separate as they wave in their collective halos ..
They figure out in every step , the moment is reaching when they would fly
Their folks beseech ,thinking of door which could be a gallows ..
They amuse me as I see the belief there is no end ..

Some tend their souls ,
others have their goal
They so believe in the means deciding the conclusion,
What else would it be if not hypnotism.
But then I sit back and see so many tales ,
they had the same start, and as I view them , they have the same ends,
It’s funny how we gather and the life bends,
How , then does it matter ,
If the smoking kills and the devils drink,
After all, with every breath our all lives have to shrink.

Shakti ki goonj !!!

Poems by one of my friends who like the earlier one chose to be Anonymous. The poems are produced here after they were found on the back of an year old bill(receipt). It needs thought to understand the underlying subtlety.

And yet I wonder ….

I wonder what a thought is …
Is it something that I share with many.. and yet I feel like its not worth sharing..
Is it something that comes and goes as I look around..
Then, what would be a thought that comes and stays for a long time ..
Is it a dream ?

I wonder what a dream is …
Is it something that I share with a few… and yet I feel like sharing with more..
Is it something that I want to happen.
Then what would be a dream that I need to make it happen…
Is it a vision ?

I wonder what a vision is …
Is it something that I keep to myself.. and yet I feel like everyone should be a part of it..
Is it something I plan for and strive for..and as I do it others follow it
Is it something what leaders do ?

I wonder who a leader is …
Is it someone whose actions are followed..
The actions that help the cause, the cause for creation…
Is it a Saint ?

I wonder who a Saint is…
Is he the one who keeps the cause ahead of self…
Is he someone like a father who works day and night keeping his children’s cause ahead of self…
Isn’t it a regular common man ?

And yet I wonder who a common man is….

- anonymous (1982 - still surviving)

Mai

Kutumb to sab maanas mere,
Ghar, dekha to har basera hai..
Sapnili is Rachna ke, rang bhi hai sab mere,
Kan bhi mera , kal bhi mere , raat bhi meri ek savera hai..
Swapan fir bhi hai kyo doharata …
Mai sab me hoo, ye sab mere….

- the same anonymous (1982 - still surviving)

Chef in love !

 

When I am a standing tree, will share my knowledge all for free, and the cut wont behave like a nut.

Whatever happens happens for good, i will stay like the wood, be it noon or the lazy moon

All in all one thing is clear, nothing to fear when the mind is clear.

Problems are for all just like puzzle that can always be solved.

 

-Written by an Chef in love who chose to be anonymous . Trust me, it’s just impossible for this guy, otherwise, to even write a line of prose. The beauty of the poem is that it can be interpreted in several ways. It was easy for me to see it through a leader’s lenses.