Some Days
Some days
The sun shines brighter.
Some days
The flowers of champa
Rise rather late
And find morning waiting.
Some days
Mother Ganges relents easier.
Some days
The God of colors
Decides to play
And the rules don't worry him.
Some days
The world plays fairer.
Some days
The lonely squirrel
Loses her last nuts
And finds a friend instead.
Some days
The sun just shines brighter.
Helpless
Hang your head
Go stand in the corner
Mourn a bit
If you can!
How could you lose
All I planned
All I cared for
All I began?
How could you be so naive
To make choices
So wrong
So foolish!
How could you trade
My joy, My life
My dreams, My songs
For grief and anguish?
Now what do I do?
Shall I strangle you?
My heart! what have you done?
Now what can I do?
I cannot run
You sold my freedom
I cannot avenge
You sold even you!
Desire
The story of desire
Is such a simple tale.
"We Desire"
And that is all.
Hope, Passion,
Loss, Grief,
The story goes on and on.
"We desire"
And that is all.
We desire
With fervor high
Then desire
With even more
Then desire
With skill and force
Then desire
With broken hearts
Then desire
With tears unshed
Then desire
With lost hopes
Then desire
With no desire
Still desire
For past desire
Hope, Passion,
Loss, Grief,
The story goes on and on.
"We desire"
And that is all.
Heart Break I
Girl, is this heart break?
You sound so broken,
So fragile, so hurt
Your eyes so dreamless,
Your laugh such effort.
Girl, does it ache too much?
And does it let you sleep?
Through broken shards of your heart
Does it hurt to breathe?
Do you wonder if you'll live?
Does death seem easier?
Are you mourning your dying dreams?
Do you still long they were?
Like a drowning man, do you wish,
You could trade all for one thing?
And like him, are you denied,
Your share of air, but everything?
And does life give you no choice
In matters of your precious heart?
And do you cry every night?
Despite trying on your part?
Does the ache go deeper down?
Is your soul crushed and hurt?
Is every evening full of pain?
Is every morning even worse?
Does it seem never ending?
Do you fear it would outlast
Your broken heart's mending bids -
Foolish attempts to lose its past?
Girl, is this your first heart break?
Learn .
It is never the last.
Lesson for an Entrepreneur Part V
When the river Ganges
In her anger
Washes away your oars,
And leaves you helpless
To head
Into chaos and uproar,
And tumbles your boat
To teach you
For daring her shores,
And forces her noise
To drown you,
(Your pleas she ignores)
When all seems lost
And you
Are one against All,
When far seems a rescue
Or relief
And imminent your fall,
When the mother Ganges
Is furious
Beyond pity's recall,
When long stay the nights
And Sun
Never comes at all,
Remember to remember
A lesson
Man's endeavors teach -
There lies in large hearts
A corner
Winters never reach.
And there find the warmth
To excuse
Fate's wrongdoing each -
Look! Ganges' anger ebbs
And reveals
A calmer shore, a milder beach.
The Ganges' angry
But
Her anger is just pretend.
This rapid shall end;
The next
Shall also end.
You only need to last
Just one
More night my friend.
Sun, is just acting dear -
So, work!
Big welcome you need to send.
The One Thing
Shall I return with His gifts?
Or stay here and hide?
I remember not
where I came from,
I know no outside.
Glory to His kingdom!
His grace is boundless wide.
The only things
I asked for -
Were the only ones denied.
Be Wise
Love dreams, and builds,
And bets, and wins,
Prays, and lives,
And slips, and sins -
To barter the forbidden
For virgin morality -
To throw for an illusion
All the reality.
Be wise.
Forever is not worth
Naive morality.
Don't throw for an illusion
All the reality.
I wanted to give this poem another title - बचो युधिष्ठिर! (Bacho Yudhisthir) but not many people would have understood the reference to Dinkar's Kurukshetra. Of course, Dinkar's lines have nothing to do with my theme here.
'Be wise' can never have the same sound as 'bacho yudhisthir' but I'll make do. For reference, here is what Dinkar wrote in a completely different context:
आनन सरल, वचन मधुमय है,
तन पर शुभ्र वसन है,
बचो युधिष्ठिर! इस नागिन का
विष से भरा दशन है ।
Dinkar was talking about the illusion of Peace which comes at the cost of an individual's liberty.
P and S
All problems
Have a solution.
All problems
Have an unpleasant solution.
P and S,
let's call them -
A pleasant S let's construe.
I tried. It's not happening.
There is no option.
P and S, both as enduring,
I could trade for an option.
I'd give a lot
For a world where -
S and !S could both be true.
