Monday, July 27, 2009

If you have learnt...

[Written for my sister on Rakhi Day]

If you have learnt to be honest,
Even if it may appear a difficult test.
If you have learnt to be disciplined,
Even if it you never cared.

If you have learnt to wake up early,
Even if it appeared to cost your sleep dearly
If you have learnt to drive the scooter,
Even when you were a shaky starter.

If you have learnt to enjoy life litte more,
Even when days at times seemed bore,
If you have learnt to marvel at electronic gadget,
Even If you havethought - these were what guys fidget.

If you have learnt to browse a little on the net,
Even when you thought only orkut was the best bet,
If you have learnt to read the books,
Even when you were scared by its looks.

If you have learnt to try new things,
Even when you felt they were useless nothings
If you have learnt to be a little courageous,
Even when you though it was treacherous.

If you have learnt to hold my hand,
Even when the situation didn't demand
If you have learnt that to do what you felt was right,
Even when it was tough to listen to your heart.

If you have learnt to be positive,
Even when all around you were only negative.
If you have learnt to believe in miracles,
Even when your prayers never materializes

If you have learnt not to procastinate,
Even when you were so otherwise obstinate
If you have learnt to be stubborn about your goal,
Even when you little cared on next morning's call

If you have learnt to eat new vegetables,
Even when you thought they were untouchables,
If you have learnt to do a little exercise
Even when you thought it wasn't so wise.

If you have learnt to make life's little decisions,
Even when you can't on your next morning missions.
If you have learnt to leave life joyously,
Even when you were trained to live so cautiously,

There, are tons of if you have learnt,
Which I meant,
And I could fill pages,
And you can read for ages,
But the point is,
If you have learnt to celebrate life,
Come what maybe the strife,
And if you look forward to your every morning,
And if you care about the sun's shining
Of the moon's eclipse in the middle of night,
You have learnt to light
A little of your life!

And .. I'm just acting a little splinter,
Your brother!
To ignite a passion
To fulfill your life's mission!


Was it chance, destiny or desire
Or the result of unfettered passion fire
The seed of life
Was implanted in my wife.
Ever since I have seen,
The dazzling sheen
On her beautiful face,
With a divine grace.

I'm amazed why becoming a mother
Is different from becoming a father
While I remain earthly calm,
She is on a different realm.
For me it's life's ordinary process,
For her, its life's success.
I see it as baby in the making,
For here, its precious sapling
I can spend a day without its thought,
But she can't do a second without its sight.
It's not that I am not a proud father,
But for her, its a very different matter.
That's the reason,
In all season,
Mummy's are so great,
Yes, Mummy's are great, I repeat.
For they sacrifice their existence,
To to give this world the new presence

Life is so beautiful

Life is so beautiful.
With American life so abundantly full,
I have it all,
A flat equipped so well!
The machines do clothes and the dishes.
Kitchen with Indian cookware, and assorted knives,
Ovens, coffee machines, juicer & toaster,
Microwave and a huge refriegerator.
A flat with double bed, a soft set,
A TV, A DVD and the floor with a carpet,
Vacuum cleaner, bathing tub and dinning table,
Yes, all! It may sound like a fable.
And with a per diem running in big dollars,
Makes your effective salary, envy of even big scholars.

Hours into days, days into weeks,
Weeks into months, and new year speaks!
Away from home, its has been several days,
Wife, daughter, friends haunt in many ways!

Skip a meal, to worry about another,
No breakfast, possible lunch, left over, dinner.
Or cook rice in the morning with peas & corns,
And do it again in the evening with carrots & beans!

When hours away from daugther,
At lunch, would so much matter!
Now miles away, and months gone by!
Life seems to standby.

From When I could reach her any time,
Now, have to watch her in mime,
Glued on the webcam to have a look,
As jumping animations show her cook. (with her toys)
And my hands go explore my laptop screen to caress!
In vain I know, and my eyes shows up tears.

To hear her say Papa, is still the sweetest sound!
On the phone, she still conveys emotions so profound.
But, Papa's "Pooh want's something.." to her sweety,
Gets lost unreplied in her own little life so busy!
Unaware, unrealized, that Papa is seeking, a reply-
"Yellow and Yummy for his tummy".

I don't know if I miss India,
Or have fallen in love with America!
And life is also beautiful here,
As it was, when I was there.

But for me,

Life's beauty lies,
When I see the gleam in my daughters eyes.
When from work I return, and she prances around,
As if a treasure she has found.

Life's beauty lies,
When I can be (at my will) in my wife's arms,
Surrendering to her charms,
And be lost in dreams!

Life's beauty lies,
When I can use my friendly ties,
Go any moment, and talk a word or two!
Knowing they will all construe!

Still: Life is beautiful,
In America so bountiful.
For this foreign people,
Within what they are capable!
They wish me Good Morning,
Everytime Smiling!
And an American' friend,
Finds time to spend,
To take me to church,
And then together for lunch.
And then to God, I can pray!
A wish to be with daughter so far away!

That's will be my real beautiful life!

Often I thank God for you

Your presence,
Your sweet remembrance,
Your fragrance,
Your essence!

Your unflinching support,
Your everyday effort.
Your care,
Your dare,

Your astuteness,
Your goodness,
Your intelligence,
Your munifience.

Your wifeness,
Your motherness,
Your daugtherness,
Your daugther-in-lawness!

Your little appreciation,
Your little admonition,
Your little alertness,
Your little dumbness

Your this & that,
Your bricks & bat
Your love & care,
Your being wife & more!

Together make my world - so beautiful.

Often I thank God for you!

God is Good

I act like the messenger of God,
Yet, so many things around you are odd
Professing God is good,
Whether you get your food?
Or lost your parents at young age,
Is difficult then saying the adage!
How do I explain to that 10 year old,
Why both her parents are in God's fold!
For her, that smile or hug or mom's assurance,
Or passing care, and father's glance
Makes for her a better world,
Then all world riches - made tenfold.

Life is tough, but just a movie screen,
All events good or bad maybe seen,
Yet, they are all there to deceive,
In some form life's vagaries we all receive!
You may ask, why a new born is born blind.
He never hurt anybody to get this for his life's grind.
It's all part of a bigger tapestry,
Which normal humans' not dont have mastery.
God is good all the times!
What we face, somewhere we created oursleves!

So, next time -

When you see that 10 year- old,
Or anybody that's life before you unfold.
Carrying her cross of life,
Just give her an assuring kiss,
And help her when/where you can,
Brave her up, and assure her!
World is still beautiful and worth living!
There are always so many,
Who are carrying a bigger cross than you!

The Child

Often I feel I am still a child,
Innocent, crazy, at times wild,
Naughty, adamant and choosy.
Refusing to be elderly.

I love the crayons,
Red, green blue, all versions.
I love to paint,
And believe, all humans as saint.

Living without pretensions,
Always with obvious intentions.
My love is as transparent
As is my hate so apparent.

I mean what I say,
And hope people don't betray.
It's not as simple with grown-ups,
For they live with masks.

The Hi to the guy/gal in the neighbour
Translates to a friend next door,
But people doubt my candor,
Worried, I maybe asking for a favor.

I am so repetitive about my doings,
Tell people again & again about my feelings.
I love them, I love them,
Until it goes deep into their system.

I'm also as tender at heart,
Therefore get easily hurt.
I'm as aggressive for my wants,
Just a determined kid demands.

My honesty,
Is my travesty.
My availability,
Is my frivolity.

My friendship,
Is my need for kinship.
My feelings,
Are my rusings.

I don’t know how to be like the grow-ups,
And live all the life with thick masks,
Controlling your every natural emotion,
Living in feigned erudition.

The Child within me,
wants to come out and play,
I don’t to suppress this, and let myself astray.
For, that's my seat of God!
Don’t' care if other's nod.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Why I write?

Note for reader: Written for an American friend telling her what makes me interact with her!

I see the world,
That you behold,
And share mine,
Sometimes things very divine,
Sometimes just very humane,
Often pointless stuff so mundane,

Just to make the point,
That despite our culture, so disjoint,
We are still the same,
One origin from where we came,
We have the same needs,
Of love, recognition and daily feeds
We have the same tryst with destiny
When at death it all ends finally!

And see that in the little time,
Available between birth to deaths regime,
We can make some happy faces,
Share our achievements and felonies,
Share a tear,
Of someone dear,

Doing my little bit,
To explain that whatever India exhibit,
Is just part of a entire rainbow,
Which cannot complete its show,
Without the Liberty principles from United States
Or of my countries cultural nuances,
We all each other need,
Just trying to plant that seed!
Hoping for a forest to grow,
So, that we can have a better tomorrow!