We sit together,
on the pebbly bank,
watching the play
of sunlight on water.
It's fun,
skimming stones,
that he races to fetch,
his body quivering wih delight.
Wet and tired,
we flop down,
and doze,
on the grassy bank.
Happiness to me,
is best decribed,
by such moments,
stolen from time.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
Beyond Grief
The crescent moon peeps,
Through the branches,
To glance at the bowed figure,
beneath the tree.
Enveloped in darkness,
His shoulders rack,
With soundless sobs,
that no one hears.
The wind sighs,
As she blows softly,
Drying his tears,
but to no avail.
Waves of sorrow
wash over him
as he stares at
his infant's grave.
Through the branches,
To glance at the bowed figure,
beneath the tree.
Enveloped in darkness,
His shoulders rack,
With soundless sobs,
that no one hears.
The wind sighs,
As she blows softly,
Drying his tears,
but to no avail.
Waves of sorrow
wash over him
as he stares at
his infant's grave.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Time stands still...
The quaint little shrine,
by the gurgling river,
echoes with childish laughter,
as children swing.
from the stooped banyan,
in the coutyard.
Time stands still,
as I watch the joyful faces,
swing up into the air.
The banyan and I,
are past our prime,
but we carry ourselves,gracefully.
by the gurgling river,
echoes with childish laughter,
as children swing.
from the stooped banyan,
in the coutyard.
Time stands still,
as I watch the joyful faces,
swing up into the air.
The banyan and I,
are past our prime,
but we carry ourselves,gracefully.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Magick
The cauldron simmers
the candles burn bright
in she walks
like a shimmering light
The color of the sky
her swirling robes
her eyes alight
with love and hope
Rosemary and sage
scent the air
the cauldron bubbles
as she chants her prayer
Calling to the elements
she waves her magic wand
to draw us into a circle
of life and love.
the candles burn bright
in she walks
like a shimmering light
The color of the sky
her swirling robes
her eyes alight
with love and hope
Rosemary and sage
scent the air
the cauldron bubbles
as she chants her prayer
Calling to the elements
she waves her magic wand
to draw us into a circle
of life and love.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Believe
I wanted to touch the stars, but never propelled myself to reach for it because I was afraid I'd come crashing down.
I'm learning that being earth bound shouldn't stop me from reaching out for what I want.What is holding me back, is me.
The stars seem distant because I did not have the faith to fly!
Nothing is impossible, all I have to do is believe.
'Ask..... and it shall be yours, reach..... and you'll find that nothing is as far away as it seems.
Go on and reach for those stars!
I'm learning that being earth bound shouldn't stop me from reaching out for what I want.What is holding me back, is me.
The stars seem distant because I did not have the faith to fly!
Nothing is impossible, all I have to do is believe.
'Ask..... and it shall be yours, reach..... and you'll find that nothing is as far away as it seems.
Go on and reach for those stars!
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Moving On
When storms uproot trees,
and scatter them,
like leaves in the wind;
When boats are tossed,
by the furious waves,
and broken up into fragments;
When hearts are broken,
time and again,
by thoughtless words and actions,
It seems like the end of the world.
The scars are visible,
but faith and hope work together
to heal the wounds within.
The journey continues,
as the indefatigable spirit
Moves on, ready to take on life.
and scatter them,
like leaves in the wind;
When boats are tossed,
by the furious waves,
and broken up into fragments;
When hearts are broken,
time and again,
by thoughtless words and actions,
It seems like the end of the world.
The scars are visible,
but faith and hope work together
to heal the wounds within.
The journey continues,
as the indefatigable spirit
Moves on, ready to take on life.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Order vs. Chaos
It took the creator seven days,
To put everything together,
and when it was time to leave
he handed over the reins to man.
His parting words,
as he bid goodbye,
were, "This universe is
now your space,
This world and everything in it,
is my gift to the human race."
Thus the first families began,
The task of organizing
their brand new home,
Ideas were bandied about
on all the do's and don'ts.
Some preferred the strewn about,untidy look
Others wanted it spick and span,
And though history books have no record,
That’s when the first battle began.
The spick and span clan,
Liked to keep things in order,
And scrub until surfaces gleamed
Align everything symmetrically,
Keep every nook, spotlessly clean.
The chaotic brigade,
Liked the strewn about look,
They felt it saved them time.
Comfy chairs,overflowing with clothes and cats,
Their idea of a comfortable nook.
The spick and span clan, relax when they clean
Untidiness clogs their brain.
The chaotic lot, firmly believe
That order is creativity’s bane!
The differences are many,
But opposites attract,
So since the beginning of time,
Order and chaos always come together,
To create complete bedlam.
To put everything together,
and when it was time to leave
he handed over the reins to man.
His parting words,
as he bid goodbye,
were, "This universe is
now your space,
This world and everything in it,
is my gift to the human race."
Thus the first families began,
The task of organizing
their brand new home,
Ideas were bandied about
on all the do's and don'ts.
Some preferred the strewn about,untidy look
Others wanted it spick and span,
And though history books have no record,
That’s when the first battle began.
The spick and span clan,
Liked to keep things in order,
And scrub until surfaces gleamed
Align everything symmetrically,
Keep every nook, spotlessly clean.
The chaotic brigade,
Liked the strewn about look,
They felt it saved them time.
Comfy chairs,overflowing with clothes and cats,
Their idea of a comfortable nook.
The spick and span clan, relax when they clean
Untidiness clogs their brain.
The chaotic lot, firmly believe
That order is creativity’s bane!
The differences are many,
But opposites attract,
So since the beginning of time,
Order and chaos always come together,
To create complete bedlam.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
My Boatman
As I walk towards the boat
I spot the familiar,
weather beaten, face,
of my boatman.
He smiles and extends
his gnarled hands,
to help me in.
The skies are dark,
and I can hear the rumble
Of the impending storm.
Winds toss the boat,
but I’m unperturbed,
I know those capable hands,
will steer me through the troubled waters.
I spot the familiar,
weather beaten, face,
of my boatman.
He smiles and extends
his gnarled hands,
to help me in.
The skies are dark,
and I can hear the rumble
Of the impending storm.
Winds toss the boat,
but I’m unperturbed,
I know those capable hands,
will steer me through the troubled waters.
Monday, September 11, 2006
From dusk to dawn
Every traveller must walk his road,
no matter how weary.
People come and go,
shadows lengthen,
and the quiet dusk,
heralds the end of day.
I must go on,
my lantern aloft,
thankful for the
journeys past,
looking ahead,
to the dawn
of a new day.
no matter how weary.
People come and go,
shadows lengthen,
and the quiet dusk,
heralds the end of day.
I must go on,
my lantern aloft,
thankful for the
journeys past,
looking ahead,
to the dawn
of a new day.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
How much is enough?
I am posting one of my favorite stories on this blog. Many of you may have read this before. I believe there are very few people who live a life of simplicity and contentment,like the fisherman in this story. The choices we make and the dreams we pursue determine our destiny. Things come and go and its only when you decide, how much is enough, do you actually enjoy what you have.
Here's the story.
The Mexican Fisherman
Author Unknown
The American investment banker was at the pier of a
small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with
just one fisherman docked.
Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna.
The American complimented the Mexican on the quality
of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The Mexican replied, "Only a little while."
The American then asked, "Why didn't you stay out longer
and catch more fish?"
The Mexican said, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs."
The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life."
The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat: With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the
processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles and eventually New York where you will run your ever-expanding enterprise."
The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"
To which the American replied, "15 to 20 years."
"But what then?" asked the Mexican.
The American laughed and said that's the best part. "When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."
"Millions?...Then what?"
The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."
Here's the story.
The Mexican Fisherman
Author Unknown
The American investment banker was at the pier of a
small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with
just one fisherman docked.
Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna.
The American complimented the Mexican on the quality
of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The Mexican replied, "Only a little while."
The American then asked, "Why didn't you stay out longer
and catch more fish?"
The Mexican said, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs."
The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life."
The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat: With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the
processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles and eventually New York where you will run your ever-expanding enterprise."
The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"
To which the American replied, "15 to 20 years."
"But what then?" asked the Mexican.
The American laughed and said that's the best part. "When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."
"Millions?...Then what?"
The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."
Monday, September 04, 2006
Letting Go
The plant takes root and blossoms,
Into a sturdy tree,
The flowers herald the arrival,
Of young fruit upon the tree.
When the fruit ripens,
The branches bend down low,
and when the time is right,
The tree just lets it go.
The trees in all their wisdom,
Know that life is change,
that eternity is the here and now,
And love is for giving away,
So they celebrate summer
with laden branches,
Fall with a riot of color,
Winter with its starkness,
And spring with new green leaves.
Let’s take a leaf,
Out of nature’s book,
And learn to live and love;
Celebrate the splendor of life,
Through all its highs and lows.
Into a sturdy tree,
The flowers herald the arrival,
Of young fruit upon the tree.
When the fruit ripens,
The branches bend down low,
and when the time is right,
The tree just lets it go.
The trees in all their wisdom,
Know that life is change,
that eternity is the here and now,
And love is for giving away,
So they celebrate summer
with laden branches,
Fall with a riot of color,
Winter with its starkness,
And spring with new green leaves.
Let’s take a leaf,
Out of nature’s book,
And learn to live and love;
Celebrate the splendor of life,
Through all its highs and lows.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
The Spectator
I'm the spectator
that enthusiastically applauds
and cheers the players on.
Not for me,
the glitz and glamour,
of the central spot.
I sit back content,
and thank God,
for slowing me down,
and blessing me with the awareness,
that enables me to appreciate,
the beauty and the drama of life!
that enthusiastically applauds
and cheers the players on.
Not for me,
the glitz and glamour,
of the central spot.
I sit back content,
and thank God,
for slowing me down,
and blessing me with the awareness,
that enables me to appreciate,
the beauty and the drama of life!
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
I Want...
I want....
two words that determine the course of our lives,
and set the rhythm and the pace of everything we do.
Life is like a double edged sword,
joy and sorrow its two faces,
and we see-saw from one end to another,
propelled by our desires.
As one goes slip-sliding from joy to sorrow to joy,
you realize that periods of euphoria are shortlived.
You delve deeper to discover why,
and all you see is a series of 'I wants'.
You pause to take stock,
when the 'I wants',
don't go the way you want them to.
It's then you realize,
that you aren't in charge!
Get back on the saddle
and watch your mind at work.
Desires like colorful bubbles
come and go,
and you discover freedom,
as you sit back and enjoy the show!
two words that determine the course of our lives,
and set the rhythm and the pace of everything we do.
Life is like a double edged sword,
joy and sorrow its two faces,
and we see-saw from one end to another,
propelled by our desires.
As one goes slip-sliding from joy to sorrow to joy,
you realize that periods of euphoria are shortlived.
You delve deeper to discover why,
and all you see is a series of 'I wants'.
You pause to take stock,
when the 'I wants',
don't go the way you want them to.
It's then you realize,
that you aren't in charge!
Get back on the saddle
and watch your mind at work.
Desires like colorful bubbles
come and go,
and you discover freedom,
as you sit back and enjoy the show!
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Do you see the joke?
Why are adults called 'grown ups'?
A better term I think would be 'Weighed downs'
Weighed down by problems because we're constantly running away from them,
Weighed down by cares because we've forgotten to smile,
Weighed down by our children whom we forget to enjoy,
Weighed down by emotions that tie us up in knots,
Weighed down by a tomorrow that's not yet arrived,
The only way to reclaim life
is to take lessons from the real 'grown ups',
Our children.
They know,
How to enjoy every moment,
How to delight in gifts and hug spontaneously,
How to play and fight and make up,
How to build sand castles,
and come back and rebuild them all over again.
How to love and trust and give with an open heart,
How to giggle over something silly,
How to ask questions and discover,
How to take pride in putting something together,
and delight in taking it apart to see how it works.
Do you see it?
The joke is on you,on me , on all of us
and we are weighed down,
because we've forgotten to laugh.
A better term I think would be 'Weighed downs'
Weighed down by problems because we're constantly running away from them,
Weighed down by cares because we've forgotten to smile,
Weighed down by our children whom we forget to enjoy,
Weighed down by emotions that tie us up in knots,
Weighed down by a tomorrow that's not yet arrived,
The only way to reclaim life
is to take lessons from the real 'grown ups',
Our children.
They know,
How to enjoy every moment,
How to delight in gifts and hug spontaneously,
How to play and fight and make up,
How to build sand castles,
and come back and rebuild them all over again.
How to love and trust and give with an open heart,
How to giggle over something silly,
How to ask questions and discover,
How to take pride in putting something together,
and delight in taking it apart to see how it works.
Do you see it?
The joke is on you,on me , on all of us
and we are weighed down,
because we've forgotten to laugh.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
The Mirror
The mirror reflects,
the passage of time
The lines grooved along a smiling mouth,
the crinkles that fan out from eyes
that have seen so much,
a network of lines carved,
by the intimate hands of experience.
What remains untouched,
is love that quickens the heartbeat,
shared laughter that bubbles over with fun,
silent tears that build inner resolve,
warm embers of silence,
shared between friends,
the faith of a little child
that helps you move mountains.
These lines carved on my face,
are testimony to the fact
that I have lived
life to the fullest.
I am aware
of the changes that
time has wrought,
and I smile unperturbed
as I perceive
all that is changeless
within me.
the passage of time
The lines grooved along a smiling mouth,
the crinkles that fan out from eyes
that have seen so much,
a network of lines carved,
by the intimate hands of experience.
What remains untouched,
is love that quickens the heartbeat,
shared laughter that bubbles over with fun,
silent tears that build inner resolve,
warm embers of silence,
shared between friends,
the faith of a little child
that helps you move mountains.
These lines carved on my face,
are testimony to the fact
that I have lived
life to the fullest.
I am aware
of the changes that
time has wrought,
and I smile unperturbed
as I perceive
all that is changeless
within me.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Omkara
Omkara is a movie that resonates in your mind long after one has seen it. The lyrical quality of the movie mesmerizes you, even as you watch the characters moving towards a tragic end. The Western U.P backdrop with it's dusty, golden haze is the
perfect backdrop for the story that revolves around Omkara a powerful,simple hearted chieftain. Ajay Devgan's presence fills the screen, but the parts where he displays his vulnerability is outstanding. His silences speak for him.
Saif as his cunning henchman,with stained teeth,his bawdy language, and raucous laugh steals the show. Kareena is charming, Vivek and Konkana performs effortlessly.
This adaptation of Othello leaves you spellbound as the interplay of strength and vulnerability is beautifully played out by actors who are perfectly cast.
Omkara is not to be missed, it's a movie that touches your heart.
perfect backdrop for the story that revolves around Omkara a powerful,simple hearted chieftain. Ajay Devgan's presence fills the screen, but the parts where he displays his vulnerability is outstanding. His silences speak for him.
Saif as his cunning henchman,with stained teeth,his bawdy language, and raucous laugh steals the show. Kareena is charming, Vivek and Konkana performs effortlessly.
This adaptation of Othello leaves you spellbound as the interplay of strength and vulnerability is beautifully played out by actors who are perfectly cast.
Omkara is not to be missed, it's a movie that touches your heart.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Ties
Ties that tug at heartstrings,
cannot be seen with the naked eye
You feel them deep within you heart
at moments when you need them the most
The comfort of a mother's hug
friends who understand your silences
and share your laughter,
These invisible ties,
keep us going through difficult times.
cannot be seen with the naked eye
You feel them deep within you heart
at moments when you need them the most
The comfort of a mother's hug
friends who understand your silences
and share your laughter,
These invisible ties,
keep us going through difficult times.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
The Dewdrop
I am a dew drop on a leaf, reflecting the jewel bright colors of life! It was a sunny,pleasant existance for the longest time and I thought that I would always live this way.
Then there was a storm, the trees swayed and trembled and I tumbled over and over at great speed, my calm existence completely shattered. When the storm subsided I found myself hanging on the edge of the leaf and all around me I found the radiant colors of the rainbow.
I'm wiser now. Experience has taught me that storms and sunshine go hand in hand. It's only when you brave the storm, does the sun peep out and reward you with the rainbow.
Then there was a storm, the trees swayed and trembled and I tumbled over and over at great speed, my calm existence completely shattered. When the storm subsided I found myself hanging on the edge of the leaf and all around me I found the radiant colors of the rainbow.
I'm wiser now. Experience has taught me that storms and sunshine go hand in hand. It's only when you brave the storm, does the sun peep out and reward you with the rainbow.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Star Blaze
Have you ever befriended a star? I don't mean a movie star or a rock star, I'm refering to those people who blaze in and out of your life and fill it with energy and color.
I've had a couple of stars for friends and the time I've spent with them are ones I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. It is a kind of relationship that sharpens and energizes you and leaves you wondering what will happen next, but despite the unpredictability there is a warm inner core that draws you to them.
It's a bond that's hard to define, and the energy is so contagious that you'd wish to hold on to them forever. Obviously there can be no permanance because a star cannot be tied down.
There are trails to blaze and places to go, and stars just have to move on. When they leave you know that things will never be the same again. There is so much to do and to keep the energy and the joy of my stars alive I have to pass it around.
I've had a couple of stars for friends and the time I've spent with them are ones I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. It is a kind of relationship that sharpens and energizes you and leaves you wondering what will happen next, but despite the unpredictability there is a warm inner core that draws you to them.
It's a bond that's hard to define, and the energy is so contagious that you'd wish to hold on to them forever. Obviously there can be no permanance because a star cannot be tied down.
There are trails to blaze and places to go, and stars just have to move on. When they leave you know that things will never be the same again. There is so much to do and to keep the energy and the joy of my stars alive I have to pass it around.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Pick up the sword!
It takes courage to stand up for what you believe in but it takes greater courage to stand up for someone else. Injustice towards the innocent , the poor, the meek, It happens everyday. Sometimes it happens right before our eyes and we move on thinking what doesn't hurt us shouldn't bother us.
Do we derserve to be called human? I don't see a spark of humanity in the high society lady who lives in a penthouse apartment,in my building. She flexes her mucles to get a poor , old sweeperess chucked out of her job.I can actually see her talking to her La Di Dah friends about how much she's doing to spuce up our neighbourhood. Does this lady know what it is to go to bed hungry? Does she know what she has done is actually destroy an entire family.Why doesn't she pick someone her size?????
Am I any better, if I just hear of this and do nothing about it? I realize it is not enough to just be good person.It's time to act, to pick up my sword and proclaim my intentions. Then I won't need words, my actions will speak for me.
I may be an idealist but who cares, if the realists are people like my diamond clad neighbour,then I'd rather be an idealist. Armed with a sword I will go about my business quietly. What makes me really happy is the fact that when my neighbour meets me next, she will not stop to say hello.
Do we derserve to be called human? I don't see a spark of humanity in the high society lady who lives in a penthouse apartment,in my building. She flexes her mucles to get a poor , old sweeperess chucked out of her job.I can actually see her talking to her La Di Dah friends about how much she's doing to spuce up our neighbourhood. Does this lady know what it is to go to bed hungry? Does she know what she has done is actually destroy an entire family.Why doesn't she pick someone her size?????
Am I any better, if I just hear of this and do nothing about it? I realize it is not enough to just be good person.It's time to act, to pick up my sword and proclaim my intentions. Then I won't need words, my actions will speak for me.
I may be an idealist but who cares, if the realists are people like my diamond clad neighbour,then I'd rather be an idealist. Armed with a sword I will go about my business quietly. What makes me really happy is the fact that when my neighbour meets me next, she will not stop to say hello.
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