Category Archives: Poems

The Gardner

Once Upon A Time….Another beautiful song of Yanni from his album Dare to Dream..

This poem is dedicated to the spirit of this song which lets one delve into the past and remember the future which the past has shaped!

The Gardner

I sow the seeds of my sweat, to let the garden sprout,

As I till, I make you breathe – air & water.

 

When I dig you, I find you hiding the wounds of past failures & the Success,

While your flowers continue to radiate the happiness.

 

As I explore the shards of history,

I notice the bloody battles that have been fought over you, for you.

Man has become his own enemy,

In his quest to win, has killed many, only to get back to your womb.

While you hold closely the treasure of 100 others,

On whose bare body the success has trampled, And Succeeded.

 

 

Here Inside you, for every noble person,

There lie 100 others, who are not worthy enough,

But it is your infinite unbounded love that has accepted everyone.

 

For ages people have fought for you,

Unknowing that you already belong to them,

What you need is not a master,

But a gardener who takes the best out of you,

Who knows your worth, who makes you worth.

Deliverance…….Another beautiful album of Yanni. Life moves so fast after listening to this song.  Dedicated a poem this which talks about a quick successions of bad phase of life a person is going through..

The Autumn Season 

As I traverse the memoryless path over the leaf-sole,

I find all the barren trees expose their soul.

 

Their beauty, their ego, that had made them so mean,

Today the dance in delight, as they grow lean.

 

The trees which were the darling of their bunglows,

And the bushes which covered his poverished hut,

Appear the same, as the humility dawns on them,

Good or bad, Rich or poor, they are but the seasons fad.

 

The wind from east blows leaves to the west,

And the Birds from the westfly back to their nest,

Their  anxiety of transition is at best,

A means to realize that this autumn is mearly a test!!

 

As my emotions ger burried under my footsteps,

My perspective grows beyond the past and the future,

As I transencd my mind to peep into enldess hearts,

The east, the west, the mind, all apears to be a matter of name!!

 

As I listen to this amazing album of Yanni, my heart just floats in the air and I feel as if I am boundless !!

Follow your Heart

Let your heart go where it wants

Let not your rigidity haunt.

 

Winner is the one who inspite of fear does not daunts,

Take the control and empower you to write your own script and font.

 

Listen to the music within you

Respond to the artist who is playing the flute.

 

It might happen that it gets too late,

When you have nothing to do other than so submit to your fate.

 

The one who can make you sing a song,

He is the one where you belong.

 

So let loose yourself and do wat make you cheer,

Remove your heart from all kinds of useless fear !!

The Escapism

The Escapism

Sure the world is large enough,

So I became the castle,

But the voices followed everywhere…

 

Sure the world is large enough

So I became the forest,

And she blossomed in every tree…

 

Sure the world is large enough,

So I became the mountain,

But it could not stop feeling the wind…

 

Sure the world is large enough,

So I became the sea,

And the tides longed for her….

 

Sure the world is large enough,

So I became the cloud,

But it could hear the whisper of rainbow….

 

Sure the world is large enough,

So I became the star,

And it could not stop twinkle…

 

Sure the world is large enough,

So I hid myself in a pebble,

But the mud etched her memory…

 

 

Sure the world is large enough,

So I went into the womb of solitude,

Only to find her again…

My Dream

My Dream

Dream weaves like a music in my life,

My ‘Self’ rises in its aspiration,

The burning desire causes its precipitation.

 

Like a formless cloud it starts engulfing me,

I start sailing along, with the hope it will find its home,

When it will rain to spread the greenery all around.

 

But it will have to pass the muster of Sun’s heat,

Where it can burst during its incubation,

In its peregrenation, only to form another formless cloud.

 

Its end will it achieve one day,

The rainbow will be born,

My Pride, My sweat, My chef-d’oeuvre.

dream

The Path of Dream

Have u ever wondered how fluid the dream is.

Like a formless cloud.. it takes any shape it wants to

it expands, it grows, it shrinks, it bursts…

 But more often than not.. we chase our dreams like a

traveler following a polestar, fixated by it..

 thus automatically putting a freeze,not allowing our dream

to evolve.

Why not we allow our dream to just find its own float in the air.

Why not allow our dream to be

its own guide ??

Your Eyes

eyes

Your Eyes

As I look into your infinite eyes

My life sails into its vast oceans

 

When you smile, your eyes motion to cause a torpedo around

When you weep the gleam mirrors your “inner self”

 

When you are quite your eyes whisper its way

When you talk your eyes carelessly blink to nap

 

When our eyes meet, my heart strongly beats

Time is still but the moment is lost

 

Stear it clear lest the boat might sink

Let not the wind of wink affects its peace !! 

My First Post

Being my first post, I would like to start it with a poem I wrote couple of years ago when it was raining very heavily in Mumbai.

Mumbai Rains

The first drizzle of rain, And it’s charm Mumbai regains

Sun gets a shower, Mithi up its stake, Mumbai gets a breathe and once again bet it’s fate,

And awaits eagerly, for the roads to clog, subways to block, Potholes to unlock, Trains to stop and water reservoirs to stock !

Mumbai rains mimics Mumbaikars life, Lots of joy and fun bundled with rigor and pain.