gnoS s'appiP

gnoS s'appiP

Aren't there monies
That arrive and fall
Like autumn rains
Which bring to all -

A certain incertitude
About desires unwanted.
Like prayers made
With beloved hatred.

O Moment!

O Moment!

O Moment! Why you were?
Why you came and split the worlds
In what could, and what were?
How you caused a sun so bright?
Where you found that perfect green?
How you made the time so right?
My ears that were to hear no more -
Why you played the morning music?
- Your last pity or a cruel chore?

And if you were and couldn't not be,
Could you not take my case
With the Gods of Destiny?
Could you not ask for mercy?
Or failing that, be less perfect -
Could you cause little less misery?
Could you beg my miser fate
Scrapes of love for my sake?
Or best, could you make the future wait?

Could you make the future wait?

Yes, O Moment! could you stop?
Right there, in my memory -
Could you please, would you stop?
I wish for you to never pass.
I wish for later to have never come.
It has come to later alas.
In my memory, how perfect you were -
Farewell Moment! You are past.
But O Moment! Why you were?

The Greed (Eldorado III)

My third poem on Eldorado. Links to Eldorado I and Eldorado II.

The Greed

Eldorado, my love,
I seek what's mine.
Why to me is love denied?
Eldorado, my love,
Why do you hide?

Do you not know
The pain of parting?
Oh, me fool!
You wouldn't know
How many hearts you rule ..

Do you not know
The anguish of greed?
The glitter of gold,
The want of gain,
The frenzy men hold ..

Do you not know
The desire you cause?
The magic you make,
How you stop -
The heart, the heartache ..

I cannot breathe -
You hold my eyes,
I cannot die -
You hold my heart.
Why do you hide? Why? Why?

Showing some skin
Then hiding behind
A show of smile -
You are, aren't you?
My love, all mine ..

Just beyond
My extended grasp
Just about to be mine -
You are, aren't you?
City of Gold, Only mine.

Who mourns them?

The men who died -
Who mourns them?

Who remembers they danced,
And laughed,
And got annoyed?

Who remembers they cared,
And cried,
And wrote songs?

And if some of them
Should care to want to live
And come back as one of us -
Who would recognize them?

Wouldn't they sing and dance
To our music?
Wouldn't they live and die
By our laws?

Who mourns them now
To remember their sounds?
Who remembers them now
To know their faces?

Who is to say
If they know?
Who remembers them
To care?

And who is to say
I haven't died
And come back again?

Addition to Niyati

This is an addition to the earlier Niyati poem. It already has two paras. I'd insert this one into the middle.

जब मैं थक सा जाता हूँ
वो दया ज़रा दिखलाती है -
"चल दिया खेलने, खेल तू"
कहती है, इतराती है ।

मैं मीलों पानी ढोता हूँ
वो धूप बड़ा चमकाती है -
मैं महीनों अंकुर बोता हूँ
वो पल में फसल जलाती है ।

हर सावन मैं भी बारिश की
पर आस लगाए रहता हूँ ।

पानी के नाज़ुक धागों से
मैं ख़ुशी बनाया करता हूँ ।

नियती - Niyati

पानी के नाज़ुक धागों से
मैं ख़ुशी बनाया करता हूँ ।

दिन भर के मेरे हासिल को
नियती शाम को घायल करती है -
मैं चार धागे बुनता हूँ
वो पाँच उधेड़ा करती है।

मैं दिन भर सूरज तपता हूँ
वो रात को मेहनत करती है -
मैं चार खिलौने गढ़ता हूँ
वो पाँच बिगाड़ा करती है।

मैं नियती की गाढ़ी मेहनत को
हर सुबह मिटाया करता हूँ।

पानी के नाज़ुक धागों से
मैं ख़ुशी बनाया करता हूँ ।

जग के सारे काजों को
जल्दी निपटाना होता है -
दिल आस न छोड़े उसको थोड़ा
हर शाम रुलाना होता है।

बैरी नियती के प्रेमी को
यूँ समय बिताना होता है -
वो तोड़ सके ऐसे धागों से
ख़ुशी बनाना होता है।

मैं नियती के इस बैर को
हर सुबह भुलाया करता हूँ।

पानी के नाज़ुक धागों से
मैं ख़ुशी बनाया करता हूँ।

Yet Again

Yet again I try
To grab in my fist -
Yet another future
Too bright to exist.

Yet again I find
God mighty unfair,
Yet again I learn
Ghosts are just air.

First Rain

Ah! The Green!
Left behind
By the first rain
Ah! The splashes!
Peace defined
By the first rain
The sounds! The smell!
The life divine -
The first rain.

A Purpose Without a Purpose

A tribute to Edgar Allen Poe

O how I hope when hope has lost!
Hoping love to get across,
A bridge of hope - the bridge of loss -
You aren't right and you aren't wrong
I lost not though I lost long;
Do I lose and do I love
With a purpose from above,
Is loss and gain the summary
Of Joy bartered for misery?
All that we do and don't
Is with a purpose without a purpose.

I first traded my song
Of joy and happiness long,
I then traded my dreams
Of orange yellow themes -
With such purpose I sought!
A life - and so dearly I bought,
Look! Look what I got!
O God! Can I not revise
My purpose and be wise?
O God! Can I not redeem
Just one last dream?
Is all that we do and don't
With a purpose without a purpose?

Above is a poem on the lines of Edgar Allen Poe's famous A Dream Within A Dream. Poe's poems have an inherent darkness, a lurking death wish. Even the happy ones do and this one - I think it should be banned like Gloomy Sunday. I am yet to read a text with more inspiration for suicide.

Almost everyone can identify with the second para, standing on a sea shore and losing sand held in one's hand - and if one has recently lost someone, then with Poe's
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?

I loved making something on the lines. Thanks Poe.

Lesson for an Entrepreneur Part V

Don't lose the count

Dollars per hour
Per diem per client
Per month per hour
This invoice
That payment;

While keeping account
With skill and cunning
A crore -
A thousand,

Don't lose the count -
Life is running
A second
Per second.