July 2009
Mumbai
Its called Mumbai,
the city of insomniac,
the city of lights
Where the buses were bombed,
the roads were flooded
and we moved on.
Multi cultural,Multi lingual
Every mumbai-kar owns this special trait
We're different, we're one
Roads always jammed, Dont call it the cleanest either
But this is Mumbai,
U can go out at dusk after ten and at 5 am
Love it, hate it, despise it, ignore it
U cant get away from this trend
you ask me if u love
You ask me if I love you,
and I ask myself how to begin
to share with you
the feelings in my heart.
You inspire in me a love so deep
words cannot describe it,
so powerful that it overwhelms
my every thought.
You ask me if I love you,
and I wish there were a way
you could just see into my soul
and find the depth of passion,
tenderness, and love
that holds you closer to my heart
than anyone or anything else.
Drama of Democracy
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WILD FANTASIES OF LIFE
Those days were the most adorable and explicable days of Samanta’s life. She used to make herself busy from the moment she got up from dreamless sleep.
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A few wonderful moments do come in life
Those few whose worth gets overlooked then
Those same moments we later feel so grateful for
Yet surprised of our ignorance
when it actually happened
Like the time i was introduced to this link
I dedicate this to that soul (oh my,but sure not meant to be an insult:) )
'Thanks a lot everyone..i really do enjoy your insights..keep enriching..'
hands
I look with awe at worn out gnarled hands of a labourer
how well have they have served their master
mesmerised am I by a doctors hands gone rough with formaldehyde
how many lives saved they have
go green do I by matured hands of an elder woman
how many mouths have they satiated
watch with disbelief at hands of young village girls
who finish with alacrity a hundred tasks
smitten by love am I small tender hands
which raise only to touch with love
but.....
Have you ever been alive ?
Have you ever been alive ?
Have you ever stared into the rain, and let out tears of joy ?
Have you ever listened to silence ?
Have you truly seen the splendours of this realm ?
Have you ever heard the soft whispers of your heart ?
Have you ever felt the gentle breeze on your skin ?
Have you ever heard the melody of other souls ?
Have you ever felt the Light embrace you and peace surround you ?
Have you ever looked at the stars at night and wished you could be amongst them ?
My last rites
On the banks of the mighty river
I lay on the sandal wood pier;
So serene, so calm my physical being
Soul lost in the embrace of the eternal dream.
People gathered on the cremation ground
remember a life lead so proud
set the final pier afire
my visage curls
to the warmth
of the fire.
