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From the Poet in Me: Poetry, My Verses

Today, I will introduce you to my poetic side - well, yes, I do like to scribble a few verses here and there. Of course, I am not a big name in the poetic world, but it's one genre I love to spend some time - 10-15 minutes and I am done with writing my own verses on just about any subject.
I have been doing this since 12th standard, and my very first poem was on my favorite Sachin Tendulkar. Gradually, I opened up and ventured into writing verses on each member of my family. The story just continues even to this day.


Your relationships live,
As long as you breathe!
The moment you die,
For a day or two, they will cry.
Gradually you will move down the lane of memory,
All your life would then be viewed only in summary.
Shortly you will go down into history,
With nobody having time to talk about your "chemistry".
Who has time enough to talk about somebody who's gone,
Live your life to the fullest as long as you live on.
The mantra of life is still very simple,
Let every single breath be counted to earn goodwill.



life is just so topsy turvy, a potpuri, a kitchdi, One moment it is straight, and the next, it is curvy. Life gives us reasons to smile, It also presents us with numerous complaints to file. One moment you think it is full of happiness, The next it shocks you with a bountiful of distress. Life is just about living in the present, It is mere waste of time to think of the past and whether your future is set. How many reasons do we need to make us smile? Perhaps life is another name to showcase yourself as fine. What is the reality of someone's life, Is it what they boast of and about what they smile? Everybody is playing a role assigned by the Lord, Yes, I am a firm believer in the omnipresent God. ---
Papa

Your hard work, your dedication, your sacrifices,
These eyes have seen it all.

Your love, your perseverance, your commitment,
Your kids know it all.

You have been an inspiration for someone,
Who loves you to the core and derives constant motivation.

Yes, your heart beats for your children,
You are our charming angel.

To the world's best dad,
My life began from you,
You nurtured my desires,
Gave constant support to my dreams,
Became my biggest pillar of support,
Accepted in an instant the biggest decision of my life.
Sacrificed your desires to fulfill the dreams of your kids.

You are my charming angel,
My hero, next to God!

#happyfathersday
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#musings #rav #myverses

This seems to be the story of every other elderly Indian,
You grow old and your "dearest" family sees you as a burden.

Your kids, especially your sons, want to shed this burden,
Unfortunately, for the love of your kids, you continue to submit and struggle under their fiefdom.

Life looks like a burden when you grow old,
Your family becomes an enemy, 
and there are many stories to be told.

When you get married, 
People expect you to have kids.
You give birth to a daughter,
and all eyes look down upon you.
The expectations for a son,
Are always high.
When you actually have a son,
You feel "blessed" with a Kohinoor.

You raise your son like a prince of your kingdom.
But as you grow old, the son becomes mature,
Mature enough to bring a "princess" home.
Unfortunately, the princely kingdom starts to disintegrate.

The love seems getting lost,
Every relation seems to break.

You start to realize you are growing old,
and of course, are no longer of too much use.
Yes, the journey of your life is coming to an end,
You are going back to your childhood and kids see you as a burden.

The same little kids you had raised sacrificing your own desires,
The same kids have grown up now to weigh your "necessities" as an unnecessary expenditure.
Perhaps you had sacrificed your entire life for your kids,
At the end of your life's journey, they have no place for you even in their wildest dreams.

They won't hesitate to throw you out,
Out of the homes you had built for the entire family as a unit.
Unfortunately, this is the story of every other elderly Indian,
The story that brings tears to my eyes every now and then.

The hapless, the desolate, the aged wrinkled faces,
Send out a message to the community not to forget these trillion traces.

Kids often forget that the golden years will beckon them one day,
Their kids will follow in their footsteps and history shall repeat itself some day!
On the eve of Guru Arjan Dev ji's martyrdom

The doting grandson of a saintly figure,
Guru Arjan Dev laid down his life for "religion."
His tormentors used all kinds of atrocities
to move the mountainous willpower of the fifth Sikh guru,
The Guru stood tall against all kinds of atrocities and fraud,
while his tormentors continued to unleash a reign of terror to make him submit to their command.
Made the Guru sit in boiling waters
and on hot skillets for days together
in the month of June,
when it was simmering hot.

But they failed to "break" the Guru to give up his religion.
He continued to bear all the torment and atrocities, with Waheguru chants!
The Guru gave Sikhs
the Guru Granth Saheb!
With the Holy Book being a compilation of his words, his chants, and that of previous gurus,

Religion, at that time, was sacred for all,
It was a duty toward the omnipresent Lord.
Religion today has assumed different proportions,
Where people tend to take lives on the basis of doubt and useless affirmations.
The Sikh gurus have undergone untold cruelties,
Our gurus have done it all to save humanity!
Their sacrifices seem to be ignored by the generation next,
which is taking to intoxication and is bereft of righteousness.
Unfortunately, this is not the future the Gurus would have envisioned,
When they sacrificed their lives to save the humanity religion!


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This seems to be the story of every other elderly Indian,
You grow old and your "dearest" family sees you as a burden.

Your kids, especially your sons, want to shed this burden,
Unfortunately, for the love of your kids you continue to struggle under their fiefdom

Life looks like a burden when you grow old,
Your family becomes an enemy and there are many stories to be told.

When you get married, 
People expect you to have kids.
You give birth to a daughter,
and all eyes look down upon you.
The expectations for a son,
Are always on the rise.
When you have a son,
You feel you have a kohinoor in your family.

You raise your sons just as a prince of your kingdom.
But as you grow old, the sons become mature,
Mature enough to bring a "princess" home.
Unfortunately, the princely kindgom starts to disintegrate.

The love seems getting lost,
Every relation seems to break.

You start to realize you are growing old,
and of course, are of not too much use.
Yes, the journey of your life is coming to an end,
You are going back to your childhood and kids see you as a burden.
The same little kids you had raised sacrificing your own desires,
The same kids have grown up now to weigh your "necessities" as luxuries.
Perhaps you had sacrificed your entire life for your own kids,
At the end of your life's journey, you are nowhere in their minds.
They won't hesitate to throw you out,
Out of the homes you had built for them.
Unfortunately, this is the story of every other elderly Indian,

the story that brings tears to my eyes every now and then.

Life & Death 2: What is Life

When we are alive,
We make merry and thrive.
We toil hard and persevere,
To scale heights and success stairs!
Relationships are made,
And the next moment they break.
How many of us live our lives to the fullest,
How many earn goodwill in the truest sense?
Is life just limited to earning laurels and pride?
Are we present here to brag about and fight?
None of us ever question, nor ponder to ask,
What have we come on earth for?





Life will never be the same.
Yes, the life that's gone will never ever return.

Sitting before my lappy  and observing nature outside,
A reminder from the sulky weather how life turns like a tide.

It's human evolution and transformation on my mind.
How I wish to have never grown up from being a child, 

Some days are too somber that take me back in time.
Weather plays a part, 
And memories flash my mind.

Reminding me of the childhood that won't ever return,
Life was so simple, with an outpouring of love from sis, bro, pop, and mom.

It's a flashback - a peep into the unforgettable past.
Oh yes, life has sped up so so very fast!

How I wish to travel back in time,
How I wish to be the same sweet little shine.

Ah! Life will never be the same,
It's a fact, and nobody is to blame.

As a daughter, sending warm wishes across our parental home is a norm,
To make up for the distances that divide us from those golden shores.

Respect, love, and warmth,
For the years gone by!

Life will never be the same.
No matter how high I may fly!



She is simple, she is suave,
Oh she is so full of love!

She is traditional,
But hey she is rational,
She is orthodox to the core!

She is sweet,
She is humble, 
She will never ever fumble!

She gets up in the dim of dark,
This is the time her every day gets a start.

This regimen has been her life for a very long time,
She has always remained charming even with very "tough" MIL,
She is a typical obedient Odiya bahu,
The other name of tradition to the core.

Cleanliness, hygiene, and purity define my mother in law,
Simple is her lifestyle; but she is not careful about her very own health.

She may look dominating at the very first sight,
Come closer to her, and she will open her BIG heart out!


She is emotional, she is sensitive,
She is in love with her Odiya origin,

She is my mother-like mother-in-law,
But she loves to communicate in Odiya!!







Yes, I call this place home,
But have never fallen in love with this throne.

The high rise buildings, the concrete skyscrapers,
the ever-busy roads, the pomp & show,
the ever-speeding traffic, the maddening crowd, or the multilingual horde.
have never interested, nor made me feel close!

Yes, I call this place home,
But have never fallen in love with this throne.

The nature's bounty, the mesmerizing green cover,
the fresh breath of air, the affinity to nature, 
all seem to have lost
in this maddening rush of "growth" !

How much do I miss the chirping of birds, the beautifully decked flower beds,
The giggling neighborhoods, the close circle of friends,
The untiring agility, the playful acts, 
all seem to have lost in this maddening "career" rush.

Perhaps this is life is all I can tell,
Talk to myself to convince my inner self,
For we all seem to be treading this forgotten path,
Which is taking us far far-off from Mother Earth.


Yes, I miss the pristine cover of greenery,
Yes, I hate the concrete skyscraper scenery,
But yes, this is life and we have got to move on,
Is this the beauty of life, I often ponder and ask.
The next moment I remind myself to finish off my to-do tasks!!

Yes, I call this place home.
But have never fallen in love with this "throne."
I am sure I am not alone,
The maddening "rush" has given us "so much" to "own."


I know I am speaking a million hearts,
But somewhere we all are belying our acts.
Perhaps this is life,
And we must live it despite strife.
Yes, I call this place home.
But have never fallen in love with this "throne."





Then ‘n Now


When we were kids,
We remained childish.

We all were like an innocent child,
Playing with "every thing" with a smile,

Yes, we called them toys,
That we all played with and enjoyed.

From a rubber tire to a cloth washing stick,
From pebbles on the road to floating paper boats,
From those badminton sessions to the fruit plucking fun,
Our playful sessions were full of re-juvenation.

We loved the fragrance of flowers of multiple kinds,
And interacted with them a number of times.
Our garden sessions built our bonds with nature,
Never did we realize this would be lost in the future.

The evenings were well spent and guarded over by parents,
That was our play time - hiding all those magical moments,
Every day was the same, but it was never ever boring.
For that was the time well spent in glory!
We all had a wonderful time with nursery rhymes,
The songs sung by moms and then recited by us hundreds of times.

Our toys were numbered and yet outnumbered,
Luckily, we all grew up with an amazing “wonder”!
Those kiddish traits, those childish pranks,
Perhaps are nowhere seen in the generation "next."
The digital age is stealing that golden charm,
Digitalization is doing all the more harm,

Yes, Gen Z isn’t as lucky as Generation Y & X,
With those charming toys of ours, weren't we blessed?

Toy, well, is an expensive "digital" word of today,
The funny toys of today are no match to that day.

We all will become history one day,
With us will be gone the "toys" of that day,
Leaving Gen Y with nothing but the digital "clone",
Life will never be the same for these tiny tots.
You were lucky enough to have witnessed those golden years,
The huge transformation from the rustic charm to the digital brand!

Yes, life will never be like us for your little muffins,

Blessed with all the luxuries, but not the real twinkling fun.

Let play time be the real playing time,
Where kids can learn to be one with nature!

Mother- Meri Ma

A friend, a guide, a God-like figure,
Can be nobody else but a mother!
“Ma” - the word itself qualifies for distinction,
Mother is one who doesn’t keep any friction.
Call her your shadow, or call her your God,
I call my mother a very humble soul.
A befitting example of selfless love,
A bond that you must always treasure as a "trove."
A few verses cannot describe the motherly love,
Yet, this is my own way to pay you respect :)


Prayer

Someone is counting her days,
Someone is inching closer to end her earth stay.
How difficult it is to deal with this bitterest truth about someone's life,
She is someone's sister, a mom to someone, and someone's wife.
The very thought sends shivers down my spine,
Someone is slowly inching toward her end and she isn't very fine.
Cancer is spreading its tentacles around the state ,
So much so that a train has been dubbed "The CANCER TRAIN"
Punjab- the state that derives its name from its 5 aab (rivers),
It's the water that is turning toxic and taking lives by storm.
Is my state losing its charm,
Once known for its lush green farming land?
Innumerable lives have been lost to the deadly cancer in the state,
Numerous OTHERS are fighting for their lives without the slightest hope.
With folded hands, I pray for those fighting this deadly disease,
May Lord end their pain and bring their lives at ease!!
Amen!!

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