October 01, 2014

Autumn in Madeira

Autumn in Madeira by Jacek Yerka 
He painted a landscape
dunk in surrealism
Of orange, Yellow, green and
all hues of Autumn

He painted a small hill
in middle of green meadows
Hill that sheltered some wooden houses
One of them has a car, ensconced through the pasture road

He painted trees- tall, dark,
lean, leaned above the condominium layout.
giving lengths to birds for Burrows
and falling leaves to prairies' clout.

He painted Autumn, Autumn in Madeira
Set against the muggy skies.
Ah! It is such a beautiful sight!
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September 25, 2014

Walking Over Water

She waddled through the waves
and paddled over the bubbles
through her boots
managing the tresses on her face.

She wanted to travel to the horizon
and walked as if no one is watching,
she walked as if no one is walking
along with her.

It did not matter to her 
if no shadow followed
or if no figurine lead her
It mattered no longer to her.

They scorned her and mocked
and pushed against the wall
She brushed them aside and did the walking
She was not willing to fall.

They threw her some stones,
pelted immature furor
and uproar
She minced no word,
even though they were absurd
and continued walking over the troubled water.
They followed her with hatred filled laughter.
She turned her back
and walked over water without a care.

not stooping to their level,
bade them luck and goodbye.
For she knew, a better world awaits her,
a better world looks to her forward.
with open arms, embrace.

She walked ahead with poise and grace

Who said you cannot walk over water?
they perchance knew no life art.

The secret of walking over water
is knowing
where stones are.

Source: Magpie Tales
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This poem is also an expression of a  bad experience that the author of this blog has to undergo recently when she was in situation and between two dependents, she chose the one less fortunate but more needy. What followed was not "constructively collaborative" but yes a part of life. So live on. Like we live our good moments, bad experiences too shall be lived, gracefully :)

September 21, 2014

The Last Dandiya

"WOW mumma, this Lehenga is soooo pretty!!!! Can I take this one too"? Asked the little girl looking hopefully in her mother's eyes.

"Beta, you just have already taken two of them from Udaipur yesterday. What will you do with so many ghaghras? wear those two and we can buy more later".

"Mumm I will wear them for the dandiya. All the girls wore such a nice stuff on the Dandiya that day. Besides, you know na how difficult is it to find good ghaghras at our place. And how often do we get to come to this beautiful Nathdwara city and get such stuff. Please mumma. You know how much I love dressing up and dancing. When will I get this opportunity again?

"Beta we are going to Jaipur in 2 days. Thte city has lovely markets and have even more collections. we will  buy one from there. Right now, you wear whatever you have today".

"Mumma but I really liked this one. Please mumma". Insisted the little girl who was yet to step in her teens and was fascinated by dancing and dressing up.

Her mamma relented and given to her only girl child's desire. She knew how much her daughter loves dancing and how they have to struggle to find a good lehenga for her. 

That night, that whole night the girl stayed awake dreaming wearing those lovely lehengas and dancing in them. Next day in Ahemdabad, her mother bought her some choicest mojris and traditional jootis that her daughter can wear for the dandiya that year.

In the hustle and bustle of shopping, they forgot they had train that noon to Jaipur which they missed. The angry yet doting father managed to booked tickets in a luxury bus coach that will depart that night.

"Wow! We are going in the night. That means I got another evening in this city to do Dandiya" said the over excited daughter who was loving all the hullabaloo surrounding the Dandiya and "raas garba" in the navratri. 

She was quintessentially a lass from small town who was touring the beautiful scapes of Gujarat and Rajasthan with her parents on LTA. Initially she was not happy coming on this tour as she was selected for "State level Table Tennis Tournament" in her school. Being a beginner, it was a great achievement for her. For she not just had beaten some of the strongest player in qualifying tournament to earn that position, her bat strokes and down to earth attitude had win her an opportunity to make direct entry in mixed doubles partnering with none other the sports teacher. She had been playing tennis for a year and things have stated looking bright for her. Damn! The tour has come that time. They have to leave next morning. She cannot stay back at home for the tournament. Like she could not stay back at her grand ma's place and study there. Her father forced bring her from her paternal grandparent's family to stay with them. 

After the initial sadness, she has forgotten her missed opportunity behind and began to enjoy the trip. She always believed in living the moment and leaving the past behind. And she was enjoying every bit of it. She attended a dandiya an evening before and post initial awkwardness and feeling of xenophobia, she started getting into groove. She started picking the dance steps and in fact made some silent friends there. Tonite, she wanted to dance her heart out. One more evening before she leaves Udaipur for the next city of her trip- Jaipur.

Her father promised her that he would take her out to all other places in Rajasthan during Navrati for Dandiya. 

"Beta, beta lets go, it's time. We need to get on the bus". reprimanded the mother, in a bid to pull her "too absorbed in dancing" daughter out from the dandiya program towards the car that as waiting for them to drop at the bus station. It was an unknown city for them and after already missing their train in the afternoon, she did not wanted to miss the bus. They have checked out from the hotel too. Their lovely Lakshmi Vilas Palace hotel that looked over the beautiful Chilka lake. 

"Oh mamma. There is ample time for bus. I wanted to dance some more time. It was so much fun. Dunno when would I get this chance to be here in this city in Navratri and do the Dandiya". quipped the little girl.

"Navratri has just begun. There are 6 more days to it. And celebration at Jaipur would be even bigger and grand. Don't worry. Udaipur is not end of it". consoled the ever wise mother to her daughter while they boarded the luxury coach bus and  settled in their seats. 

"Yes Udaipur is not end of it, Jaipur would be even more fun. Gosh, I get to meet so many cousins and relatives there. I am excited" said the girl.

That night she slept thinking the various dandiya moves that she learnt that day and going to perform at Jaipur Navratri functions. She was very excited to be there. She wanted to open her eyes but he mother told her to sleep so that she don't feel lazy next day.

She opened her eyes again to see her younger brother sobbing by her mother's side. She wanted to ask what happened. But her mother asked her to sleep again. She felt something unusual. She went back to sleep. She tried to open her eyes 2-3 more time successively that night but every time she found somebody else sitting by her side, asking her to close back her eyes. She could not fathom why. She wasn't feeling good about it. Somehow her mind was too drowsy to grasp the situation. All she could realize that something terribly unusual happened and she was not feeling good about it.

She tried to move her hands, her legs but she cannot inch them a further, She found some sort of strips tied on her legs and hands. She felt stings of needles pressed against her arm. She cannot even move her head or he mouth. 

What was going on? She wondered. Her whole body was burning with pain and numbness, both together.

When she finally came into conscious, 2 days past beyond her notice. She found herself in a strange place, almost tied to an iron bed. She learnt that it is a hospital Trauma ward, where people with extreme conditions are tended. She learnt that the bus she was travelling in, met with an accident. She learnt that bus driver drank too much of alcohol and that led to accident. She learnt that she was the biggest victim of the accident. She learnt that she was badly injured in that accident. She learnt that she lost her leg too in that accident. She learnt that she may not be able to walk or stand ever again. Suddenly the acute pain in her body turned numb and she went back to unconsciousness again.

Her sports and dance career was over for ever. Udaipur was end of it for her. When she got up back again, she asked the doctor- Doctor would I be able to walk again? 

The doctor hold her hand, smiled, in a way to assure and said yes. She looked at her mother to get her nod too. She found her mother crying, with her bandaged hand, trying to mute her own sighs in her mouth. 

That whole Navratri, Dussehra, Diwali and even New year and Holi, that girl spent lying on the hospital bed feeling proud of being able to move her hands finally, while aching to stand back and walk on her feet.

That was indeed her last Dandiya, dancing and being/doing what she loved most. 

She gave her unworn ghaghras and all those dresses to girls who can wear them. She could no longer wear them as much as she cannot do the things that she wanted to do. 

She was told that it was a miracle that she braved that accident and came live out of it. She wondered what the miracle was. And why?



September 16, 2014

Let There be Light


मन बावरा है 
जाने कहा भटकता फिरे 
मन सांवरा हैं 
तेरी तपिश में सुलगता फिरे 

तेरी धूप के रूख , मुँह धरे 
है पर्दो में लिपटी मेरी आँखे।
जाने किस खिड़कियों  के पट खोलकर 
है खड़ी तेरी राह में, मेरी साँसे 

मन चाह रहा है 
तेरे सुख की आस में बरसने को,
मन बह  रहा है 
तेरी बाँहो में चुपके से, लग कर गले

मन आवारा नहीं,
कि जैसे पतझड़ में गिरे पत्ते 
जो दरख़्तों के साये से 
छिटक के दूर कहीं खो जाते हैं 
मायूस हो कर बुझे पत्ते 
शाखों की फ़िराक में 
खुले आसमानों के तले। 
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The above poem is one of my "on spurr of moment" creations based on the picture prompt given by the gorgeous team of MagpieTales. This time I felt like ding the challenge in the Hindi Language. In case if you have trouble reading in Hindi, Here's the translation of above in English....

Heart is a crazy wanderer
dunno where it wanders in randomness
This dusky heart
burns sapphire in thou desire

Turning it's face towards your sunshine,
my eyes curtained in your sunshine.
Opening the panes of unknown windows
these breaths awaits your path

Heart wishes to ensconced itself 
drench in hopes of your joys
it wants to drown itself
hidden inside the ring of your arms

For all hearts that wanders, are not lost 
like those leaves of autumn, which
falls down the embrace of their trees
dull, lifeless and lost in oblivion leaves,
in search of branches
Under the open wide cerulean

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Mann Bawra hai
Jaane kaha bhatakata phire
Mann Saawra hai
Teri Tapish mein sulagata phire
Teri dhoop ke rukh, mooh karke
he pardo mein lipti meri aankhe
Jaane kis khidkiyo ke pat kholke
hai kahdi teri raah mein meri saanse

Mann Chaah raha hai
ki teri sukh ke aas mein yeh baras pade
Mann beh raha hai
tere baahon me chup se lag ke gale

Mann awara nahi
jaise patjhad se gire patte
jo darkahto ke saaye se,
chitak kahi, dur kho jaate hai
maayus ho kar boojhe  patte 
shaakho ki firaq mein
khule aasmano ke tale
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September 08, 2014

The Moths around the LightBulb



They hovered around the light
Taking Freedom O' flight
It is just natural for them to burn themselves

they looked at the source of fire
to burn in their desire
Like the cat Alice met in wonderland
Ah! she was Chessire!

They were the Moth around the light bulb
they were moth hovering the night bulb
and that's all about them.
Is that all about them?




September 05, 2014

My Poems with Dell Venue 7

When the time let me no spare,
I write my poems without a scare
Who needs stationary to pen emotions
I am a high-tech, wireless generation!

Yeah, I write poems on the move, while taking a nap, eating my meal, talking to friend and most importantly while travelling.

And how?

Well I understand carrying a laptop all the time is bulky. Pen and paper are not often available and run the risk of getting lost/damaged. And cell-phones are handy but just not that convenient to write and review.

Discover- Dell Venue 7- My first ever tablet

Phew! It did not have voice calling, that means, I can work uninterrupted and my ideas won't flow out. All you need is one Sim card with 3G activated. I have chosen Airtel, the best in telecom data service provider to be my alibi. Lo and behold! I am ready to go.

Using my Dell, I can straight away write my poem on my blog, edit, add pictures and post it on line. Not just that, my high speed data enable me to share the post to all my friends and readers via simple clicks. 

And all this, while on the move!
On the go
and on the miracle of wireless technology.

Isn't it very simple? So if you are a budding poet, you may take cue and get your Dell today. A few simple clicks and you are "move ready" and do not have to wait till you reach home/ laptop to preserve your idea and post. You can continue adding content/ pictures to your poem while on the move or waiting to meet anyone, at cafe, between breaks and carry your tablet for inspiration.

When technology is so user friendly
you can pursue your interests even passionately,
for why wait for a medium to emote
don't be the "run of mill"
simply accommodate,
A new Tablet to your life
And see it changing, bringing more delight!

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September 01, 2014

Go Fish!

Poverty and hunger
are like albatross around the neck
If you really want to feed him
Teach a man to fish
So he may never have to depend
On your might, on your wish.

Break free!
From the hands that beg food
rather becomes the hands that are made good
to fetch his own wine
and his own loaf

Who knows
He may make his own harbor
and fetch Fishes off shore
The same fishes
that you would pick from your store


Dark Harbor, 1943, N. C. Wyeth 

When #Haldiram became Jaldiram

You would have heard of Rocket Babies or pre- mature babies. But have you ever heard of "pre mature" Jalebis? And Fafdas, and Bhujiyas and other edibles?

Well savory and sweetmeat giant Haldiram has become a pioneer in this arena by selling products even before their manufacturing date. You don't know what I say? Hee he..

Picture this-


When a friend of mine forwarded me this image, I too was as clue less as you are. I asked my friend- What's this?

He said- Look closer

What I saw, is what I am sharing. It was 30th August 2014 and having seen a popular savory pack which was "packed" on 1st September 2014 [almost 2 days in advance], I could not stop marveling at the "futuristic" wonder of one of my favorite Bhujiya maker. Oh yes it is their "unhealthy bhujiya" that you see in form of fat all over my body [including other addictive food like Cheese, butter et all]

Wowsie! In enthusiasm I opened my kitchen shelf and finished 2 bowl of Haldiram bhujiya in 1 go. YUmm slurrp, who knew if food could become so "futuristic" ever :)

FDA... Awww..leave it!