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My Dad, Today as I remember you,

My eyes get soft & wet, as tears wait on the fringe!

I clear my glasses every few minutes, in true hope to see you again…again

My hopes soon fade into bittersweet melancholy,

As your absence reminds me of all those years you were nearby!

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I remember the days when kid in you played with me,

I remember the days when you gave me the inspiration to be!

I remember the days when we passed our time playing board games,

I remember the days you took over the kitchen to make your favorite curry.

I remember the days when as my friend you help me untangle my life,

I remember the days you took us for vacations to beaches,

I remember the days when as ‘grown up’ I got into squabbles,

I remember the days you gave me car keys with a confident yes,

I remember the days when I left the ‘present’ for my future

I remember the days when I used to rush to house to meet you and mom,

I remember all those days when you hid your sorrow to gave us smiles,

These are the leaves of my life; I can only turn, but cannot stitch!!

The emptiness it has left cannot be explained; and expressed by my cold demeanor

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I know, you are still watching me; guiding me with your invisible hand,

My dreams always chase you, as if you were always here,

My actions always mirror you, as if I am part of your orchestra,

My thoughts always wander to see how it all can be reversed!!

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I still hope that one day you will give me a surprise,

I still hope that one day I would be able to shed my tears; knowing that I will not have do that again.

I still hope that one day you will re-appear to stay with all of us!

I remembrance of my beloved dad Shri Rajeev Bhandari

The Magic

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 The Magic

As we all play the game,

The novice, the veterans and the savvy – all make their move,

The board has odds in favour of the rich and successful,

But the odes are in favour of the resolute,

The dice of success begins to slip with the sweat of diligence

And the young begin to script the future ahead,

The caravan grows to grow even more & colorful,

With wings to destiny, the stories fly,

Call ‘em magician, who swiftly learnt the tricks of the game,

Magic was born in one day; the magicians got created with tenacity.

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The Story of House

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The Story of House 

These bricks tell the story of  erstwhile house, through the cavities they now own

The walls stoop to let the nostalgia scoop,

The banyan tree creeped ,to  make the house its story squeak.

 

Father burried his dreams, for his children who were his gleam,

The house was build with his hardships as the foundation,

He stood on his feet to let the building complete,

It was enexact, it was incomplete for the need of cash,

He continued his travails, to let his children and the puppy prevail.

 

The house became home, as all three in the backyard played,

Their experience with the mud, did make the joy sprout,

Their impressions of the play did the walls sketch,

Echoes of their shout made the parents proud,

The boy was their aspiration, the girl was the inspiration.

 

As the mother got busy, the mirror grew old,

He fulcrum of attention shifted to kitchen,

Father calibrated his savings to let children’s education an english engraving

As the chalks on the blackboard walked, valuable lessons form their parents children stocked,

The Gift of future rolled, to make these little  moulds of clay bold.

 

Children got old ,cold, in the college they got enrolled,

The dog took the job early, when the children were still making merry,

The mirror got young as the attention it craved got swung,

The boy attended the dates, while the girl helped her mother clean plates,

Wrinkles spawned the banyan tree, as parents tensions got  trebbled.

 

As time progressed, brother got a job, and sister got engaged,

The cracks on the walls, were embraced by the paints,

As the worries lessened, from the eyes of the parents,  the joy trickled,

When the girl leaved, the house weaped,

With her legs, the plants she trampled, with her own hands she had once reaped.

 

The son got a wife, much to his parents surprise,

As she cornered his attention,  parents unfigured in his calculation,

It took some years for the situation to blow, when the son made the parents,  his intentions know,

The father, the mother, the dog, left the place with their tears all dry,

With time as  the son turned old, as father, in this” own” house was he accosted to let the history unfold.

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It So happened

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It so happened that life knocked at my door yesterday..

It was then I realized how detached I Am..

 

And the boat started sailing opposite to the current of life..

On the past it stumbled…on The treasure it fumbled..

When I had my own opinions. When I had my own belief…

When I had the courage to stand for what I stand..

 

But then I notice a fissure..

The water seems to have ravished it all away..

Where expectations rule over the soul..

Where pretense is laced with a jelly of gold…

 

But then the undercurrent had its way

And i “peacefully” played the role in its play

That I knew it was just a dream made of clay..

From My Self Away i have to stay…

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A Trip to Tsango Lake

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As the Roads crawled Teesta, flanked by hills,

We climbed up the valley, to stay with the clouds still.

 

As the peaks of snow suddenly appears,

The fate of the road, the turn, makes it disappear.

But My eyes still gazed for the beauty divine,

Their touch, their ego, so feminine. 

At the hut we stop, to salute the tricolor,

And the echoes of the Anthem are in the valleys fervor,

I dough the snow, on my mates to throw,

As we continue to plough, to let the game grow.

The van we ride, skim pass the falls,

And we notice Tsango, hidden behind the mountain walls.

The sun is born, at the throw of nature’s dice,

In the harmony it stays, with its rays reflecting the ice.

 

The surface of lake, with rays shines bright,

I feel the heat, while the cold is at its height!!

 

We travel down the Silk Road, when dusk is a distance away,

The Snowstorm sweeps our way, as the nature starts its play.

As the roads vanish, we float on the terrain,

And only the expertise of driver, had we to claim.

 

The wind calmed down a bit, to unravel the mystery,

As we rediscovered the waterfall, frozen in history.

 

We were in safe hands, from the weather so rough,

When I broke my sleep, to hear the traffic cough!!

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Ecstasy of Deliverance

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The trumpets have begun, the stage is set

The paranoids have arrived, History is about to be re-written!

The engine of growth, is being fueled by all your sweat and love,

Now it’s time to be obsessive! Obsessive about the customer experience,

Experience you love, and I love, and we all love to share with others,

That sublime, layer of trust which brings smiles on customer’s face!

It is time to reach the ecstasy of deliverance!

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The Rising Sun

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This morning, as the day awake,

The sun was shy, soaked in rain.

It watched the rain dance, like an unexpected Mr. Cool,

And greenery mushrooms and flower blossoms all over,

But the time will fly, rain will dry!

Sun’s soft core knows from inside,

That It needs to burn, for it to work hard from transience to permanence,

It must rise, to regenerate the water cycle!

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Truth of Touch

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Weave your experience, to script the beautiful future,

Let the strings play, In harmony with your past,

Simple and Astounding, Lovable and Adorable,

Memorable and pleasurable, Like a painting on the wall,

With Reflections of passions, and Impatience of Success,

But with a touch of candor, and softness of persistence,

When you know you have, the morning has arrived,

Strike the right chord, It is the Truth of Touch!

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The Lean Season

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The Lean Season

Once Again it was a lean season,

And both were blaming each other for the treason.

 

The cloud were the Words and mountain was the Music,

Could it have rained without Music rising above the tempo to call for the words?

 

You were the one whose smile refreshed my parched surface,

You were the one under whose shelter I enjoyed the sun and the moon,

You were the one I dreamt of traversing my life with, said the mountain.

  

Recalled the cloud, You were the one in which I could see my shadow,

It were on you I poured all my joys and sorrows.

But were the Words too feeble to reach the Mountain?

 

The mountain blamed the cloud for drifting apart,

But you never did ask… replied the cloud

How could I have stopped the wind when silence is all we had between us

I was at a height blinded by view

But you could have risen above your ego to…

Faith is all we had between us, but it were you who suspected me for other mounts.

 

It was the silence, which separated them,

And it is the silence, which stands between them today.

Music is mute, words are lost…