Happy B'day Dear Sis!!!

Dedicated to my sweetest sis on her b'day
Yea, time and distance does keep us away
When I see the light, you are done with the day
but that doesn't hold me back to say
that my wishes for you are eternal in the challenges on your way.

Your smile, your twitter
Your persona and the way you set the room a glitter
all speaks of your charm
and your finesse to pep up another with your love and warm.

Needless to say, I am in awe of your talents
the way you strike the right balance
Your tenderly care for us brothers
and your irreplicable calm to tide the rough weathers.

We owe Him a lot
for you - the bundle of joy we've got
and before you think i forgot :P
i wish you in a very big way
A rocking, smashing Happy B'day :)))

किस कशमकश में अपने आप को पाता हूँ मैं...

किस कशमकश में

अपने आप को पाता हूँ मैं,

जो नहीं करना चाहता

वो कर जाता हूँ मैं.

कुछ न कहकर

खूद से मूखर जाता हूँ मैं,

हर मोड़ पे क्यो

खूद को अकेला पाता हूँ मैं.

वो हसीं लम्हें

वो सुहावना सफर

इन्हें कभी भूलाना नहीं चाहता हूँ मैं,

फिर भी उन बातों और वादों से

दूर भाग जाता हूँ मैं.

ए जिंदगी मूझे तू समां ले

मुझे फिर खूल के जीने का चाह दे,

फिर अपने भूलाये शक्स को

जिवित करना चाहता हूँ मैं,

अपने रूह और देह को

फिर मिलाना चाहता हूँ मैं.

ये ज़िंदगी...

ये भूख, ये महामारी

ये छल, ये कपट;

ये घटती हुई दिलदारी

ये नीच दिखाने की झपट.

आन्सुओ से भरा ये मुख

अकेलापन का ये गहरा दुःख;

किसका हाथ थामे हम

किसकी आड़ मैं छिपाए गम.

वक़्त ये चलता ही जा रहा

ख़ुद को चाह कर भी रोक नही पा रहा;

ये मैं किधर जा रहा

किसे मैं तलाश रहा.

कभी आंधी चल जाए

कभी खुशी की लहर आए और घट जाए;

कब कोई बिन कहे रूठ जाए

कब खुशियों की बौछार आए.

अनोखी है ये ज़िंदगी

हँसती भी, रुलाती भी;

जैसे भी है ये मस्त है

थम गया ये, तो मज़ा उध्वस्त है.

The Oriyan Plight

This poem is written in the wake of the atrocities being committed on the innocent missionaries in Orissa during the past few days.

The fanatics, the bandits
All in cahoot
Depriving the Oriyans of dignity
And destroying the peace pursuit.

The terror, the torture
The annihilation of homes
The burning of missionaries
And the widespread gloom.

The rape, the murder
The harboring of hatred for one another;
And the rise of the maverick brother
Who proves to be the only succor.

The helplessness of khakis
The impotency of the system
The innocuousness of the elected khadis
And the fading wisdom.

Where is the secularity?
Where is the law and order?
Why breed contempt and polarity?
When one skin aint different from the other.

Wake up you sleeping Dal,
Wake up you aam aadmi,
Enkindle once again in you the human fire,
And build a vigilant citizen army.

Why should a few wandered minds
Dominate our lives,
Weaken the Indian cord by which we bind
And spread animosity and strife.

An appeal to the soul – Indianess
To come together,
wipe out this mental illness
And stand up for the other.

Nowhere on the globe
Can such diversity unite
But only in my sweet India-
The world’s eternal bride.

So let’s stand up and be counted
And show them who we are
For when the masses rise in unison
Peace aint very far.

Adios Beijing...

Phelps: What a great show!!!
You did what no man has done before.
And Bolt you pushed beyond human limit,
An inspiration for every flagging spirit.

Yelena your poise
Did it once again;
Maarten - the grueling cancer
Didn’t stop you from conquering the marathon swim
Fighting all odds and enduring pain.

From swimming to basketball
And gymnastics, athletics to football
The games were a treat
I hope, it brings the world closer
The reason for which we meet

Georgia-Russia-guns may be used in your backyard
For a different cause
But on the podium (air-pistol win), the hug and kiss
Confirmed that life is much more than petty wars.

Kudos to China
For hosting the games
Ramping their infrastructure
And gaining world fame

Twenty four years of exile
Has done wonders to your game,
All your perseverance and guile
Has put the US to shame.

Beijing - Its time to say good-bye
Admist global uncertainty,
Hoping at London
World prosperity and serenity!!!

Bambai Meri Jaan!!!

Dedicated to the Spirit of Bombay. Some raise questions about it, but you need to be in it and be with it, to experience it.

O Bombay, why are you so incomprehensible?
Your mornings never be the same,
If today is smooth, tomorrow is a rough game.
Your pace, the sense of urgency,
The squalor, your ephemeral tranquility.
In spite of all these,
What is that bliss, that doesn’t extinguish your flame?

As I wake up to trod on your chest
And compete with the nation’s best;
I wonder but it aint a concern,
What beckons me to pursue
And not fly to pastures
Where I can begin life anew.

Well I know the answer
But it can’t be put to words
For it’s a feeling- so very real
But still inexplicable.

The blood you have shed-
In the bombings, the floods and riots;
The ignorance you have borne-
By the politicians, the authorities and the powerful;
You still haven’t pressed the breaks,
For if that happens
India’s future would be at stake.

Your undying Spirit,
Your enviable charm,
The way you leave back the past
And embrace every migrant with open arm.

Your language of simplicity,
With the humblest of souls
Being addressed as Boss
Brings the much needed equanimity.

Your air, your water,
Your shelter and your warmth,
Engulfs all sorrow
And prepares the millions to brave tomorrow.

O I need to stop-
For I have reasons-a million
Before I can sever our ties
And that aint possible
Till I bid the final good-bye.

With you beside…

As the sun bids goodbye
And the moon glows
All I remember
Is of being with you.

Your voice, your words
Your soothing touch,
Cause me to think
Why I aint with you.

Those moments by the waves
Admiring natures wonderful ablaze,
With your hand in mine
Making each trial sublime,
I wish u were beside
All the time.

You seem so close
So close to my heart
But I dunno why
Time and distance
Keep us apart.

Mornings would be brighter
Devoid of blue,
If I were able to catch a glimpse
Of your smile so true.

And now as life takes another turn
All I yearn
Is to break out
And find a way
To bell the tide
With you beside.

My Lovely Sis :)

Dedicated to my sis on Rakshabandhan.

You were there
When I took my baby steps;
Cuddling me and following
Wherever I went.

With clay we would play
Jump in the puddle
Water we would splash
Leaving Mom and Dad puzzled.

A knock at the door
And I would look for you
To hide behind;
O thank you for being there
And helping me unwind.

When I fell from the bicycle
And hurt my little bone;
You gave up the ice cream you were relishing
And handed me the sweet cone.

You would cover up my inequities
But take me aside
And teach me the right path;
O how much I need to thank the big BOSS
For making you my life’s integral part.

This rakhee you aint here
But that makes your presence
Even more real;
For in spirit we are now bonded
And that’s something
The world can’t steal.

My Young Beautiful INDIA

I grew up here in thy arms
Wooed by your grace and charm
Times I’ve bitten the dust
Yet you embraced me with your irreplicable calm

On thy lap I have played, wallowed
Roughed it out
Fallen, smirked at and disciplined
I owe a lot to thee for transforming me

The smell of thou earth,
The clear blue sky
The refreshing air
All have kept me alive and kicking

Thou art so diverse, deep and intricate
Yet so happy and joyful
A billion smiles emanate from thee
All for a future so hopeful

And now as you charge on
To transcend from a mere existence
To a force to be reckoned with
The world stands in awe of you
Looking forward to its sustenance

O my young beautiful India
There aint any haven as
Serene and refreshing
For the world may have comfort
but replete with emptiness
Thou have the heart and soul of a child
Always learning and yearning to bloom from the wild!!!