Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Hope, I am not the only one ...

I grew up like all of us with this thought ---

The strong arms and hands of a man will protect the girl in you.
The soft touch and feel of his embrace will nurture the woman in you.
The manly halo around him will fill you up to completion.
The strength of a man will act as a tree in times of darkness.

I want to meet such men again who are not mere story book HEROES but the SAVIOURS of Mother Earth ...

India is looking out for you too, right?

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Work Stations ...

A bay so grey yet colorful with the hue of today & yesterday
Yes, for all of us it’s a place of forced gay
For some it can be all turned in a sway
Only basking in the glory of fruits sans decay
Longing it is not but a happy hub minus dismay
Countless blessings and rest throw it away
Is the adage of many sought after getaways?
Of course yes as many pine to be this way
But get tripped often at the doorway
By many cranky mischievous giveaway 
Oh Pranksters! dare to come this cross-way
And it would be a forever subway
Into the inherent and hidden emotional screenplay
Of touching corporate lives who none can betray.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

O Valentine!

The room was blue
Of course with a view
As it had you
That was stuck as glue
In the many frames of the IQ
Leading to the most anticipated preview
Aye, this was long time overdue
Or was it just a clue
To the long impending caribou
So as to paint the picture anew
Erasing the ever so present rue
Thus bringing in relief on the bayou
O Valentine, may it all continue
Till the last breath of me & you.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Its time now ...

The road blinded the vision.
The vision blinded the thought.
The thought blinded the soul.
The soul blinded the zeal.
The zeal blinded the process.
The process blinded the system.
Before the system could blind the growth, UNBIND!

Friday, January 11, 2013

Calendars ...

365 days of nameless entity
As hours, days & months pass with agility
Each time etching out a new identity
Till they all become a day of familiarity
For some weaving magic and accountability
Coloring the worlds with the best possible hue of possibility
For lesser mortals an added dose of depravity
With a tinge of glorified dent of vulnerability
And if a schedule goes wrong alas creating unreliability
Jeopardizing the labored authenticity & dependability
So cheese off not as each day is a gift for humanity
Well equipped so as to chisel it with the best efforts of human tenacity
Cradling the desires to its optimum credibility  
Rejoice, they are the much needed almanac of tinted serenity.

Thursday, January 03, 2013

Yes YOU ...

Mr. Misogynist stemming out from the sacred tunnel of birth, nurtured with utmost care & sacrifice, its time you rechristen the flakes of knowing of all these years. A woman is not a tool of pleasure at your disposal so you could snatch it at will. The gullible prey which you take her as she was also the one who raised you up in a different tangent of time & situation. Demands respect, a say in all the walks of life, literate or illiterate but she has the identity of her own, as a voice, as an individual as a human, living like one of the resident’s of the earth. Like you, she has a dream, a desire and an aspiration to move at will, choose to wear what she wants and exercise her right of saying no when she is not interested.

Support her in her individual decisions as she supports you at the time of strife, confusion, neglect and trauma. Give her the environment she so deserves. Welcome her in your world if she comes as an addition in your family of sons. Check your sons when they bully her and get their way. She is no less if you guide her. Tying her down to domesticity, caging her freedom to express, suppressing her from taking solitary journeys of self awakening and growth, goes on to show that deep down you are somehow insecure that she may outshine you. Push her forward instead to try new things. Guide, educate her on the mindset of your like minded breed instead so as to prepare her for the worst in life.

Chauvinism never had any takers, be it any gender. So why glorify it to hatred and turn everyone against you, specifically when it goes over the top. Cease the deal, man. An empty pomp and show dies a natural death with a life of no significance. It’s good to be an example of a trend. A trend that no matter what the woman opts to do, you would care about her being and will stand by her be it a home, a work place, an overcrowded centre, a political arena or an inhabitated road. She is a not a commodity to be used, groped, scandalized, mishandled or to be taken for granted. It could be fun working abreast a persona who can be the answer to your worry or a regular corporate headache. Give her the chance to shine. That’s all you need to do. How hard is it?

A life of equality, shared beliefs and healthy nurturing be it a commercial or a homely setup, rural or urban backdrop, and a safe world for its species and off springs not only adds on to the economy but in that way you would be welcoming the fellow natives from other countries to come have a look and gush that its not impossible if all work as one. Who would want to come to India, if the women are the objects of carnal desires, sexual crimes and force? Each one of you with a mindset of pushing the woman down from her zeniths of usefulness, are losing out on so much by fuelling this devilish streak which needs to be changed for the better of the society as a whole stretching to countries across.

A lot has been lost yet a lot can still be achieved. The time has come to change the outlook and work together in bettering the eclipsed mindset for a cause of overall good will and unconditional growth of the species called WOMAN. She is a woman first and the tag of a wife, daughter, or sister comes SECOND.Its time you realise it and practice it too. Thank You.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Spaces...

Consummate is the setup if there’s enough room
Adding into the novel idea of an in-sync unit
The then guided emotion eliminating gloom
Blissfully restores peace in the chaotic snit.

The gap stretching from days to months to years
Irritates the soul when there’s no communication
The void gets bigger, deeper and denser leading to tears
Alas, uncontrollable is the situation with suffocation.

O, the liberty to categorically decide the pros & cons
Flowing relentlessly in the corporate isles of creative decisions
Ties the loose ends to perfection beyond inner demons
Then the trial and error brings in the much deserved recognitions.

It’s fun sans breathing space between two lovers
The proximity is a welcome change
Thus engulfing the two into mutual shivers
Of the best ever mélange.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

GIVE the environment a woman DESERVES!!!

Time to act as too much damage done already .... ....

1. Judo/Taekwando trainings to be mandatory in all colleges/institutions/corporate setups
2. Severe punishment/death sentence so much so that they should think before raping.
3. Every bag of a woman should have a sharp armor & during frisking it should not be questioned.
4. Every public transport should be under surveillance.
5. Post 8 pm go out in groups else stay home.
6. Cellphones should have chipped in location detector so that the victim can trigger it as an SOS. Cell phone operators & telecom services R you listening ????


SAFETY STARTS WITH YOU ...... 

Saturday, December 08, 2012

Homeless...

Dispossessed is the waif once the trust is broken
Each deed becomes a questioning flake
In the murky corners of the shaken
Thus everytime earning ridicule with a new namesake

A conniving heart is the itinerant
Hopping from one check post to the other
Dissipated and dejected is then the aspirant
Juggling between the whimsical stringent abolisher        

A Life with no aim catapults the destitute
On the shores of labor like a stone
Time & again kicked sans achievement for the institute
Eventually, leaving with nothing to declare to anyone

Yes you are homeless if the house is not a home
And is everything but a comforting zone
Egging on you like a dagger so gruesome
Finally, killing you every minute and leaving you all alone

Tis not too late if the zeal is intact
Nothing is impossible if the spirit is invincible
We live only once is the age-old fact
Ergo, time to pull up the socks and make it all possible.

Tuesday, December 04, 2012

Spells ...


God forbid, wicked is the frame if stung by black magic once
Deadly the outcome if the under dog
Tied up in the realm of abhorrence
Bites in with revenge, crushing and leaving one agog

Also, they are the mystical charms of pure love
Coloring your world to fulfillment
Takes one to a place far above
Where everything is a sweet settlement

Spells of doom rub the ‘you’ the wrong way
Then every step is an unaltered fate
Try what you may, all falls flat on the sway
Thus dislodging pieces of labored estimate

Alas, hex of knowledge if found riding on the path of life
Bumps ‘you’ into the stone of wrong and right
Illuminating or destroying the pact of strife
Whatsoever you choose, it becomes the spell of insight.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Awakenings ...

The light of knowledge opens the gate
To a friendly let-in to the holy mess
Trundling back & forth in the aisles of fate
So as to make you eventually feel the divine caress


Stirred are you when the emotion overrides
Throwing you off balance this multifarious fall        
Alas, illuminating the insides where the pent up passion resides
Lending support to the zeal within to jump the self imposed wall
                                                                                                                                            
The enlightened spells of goodness
Nullify the ever so present negativity
By rollicking in the arms of forgiveness
Etch a picture of dignified positivity


Embedded pain of years stimulating the dead possibilities
Thus rechristens the doctrines of faith
When soaked in the miracles of godly abilities
Humans simply transform into the never ending wraith.    

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Lost & Found ...

Missing is the link to life if you choose to fret
Deliberate if the zests then you rule the test
Revolving involuntarily as a cabaret
When the song of existence is the chirpiest


Déjà vu it is for some mortals of the mast
While sailing back & fro on the stream of reality
Till you bump into the pebble of the past
And you smile with pristine vanished agility

Mislaid are you when you lose the bait
Shoving the ‘you’ in hours of gloom
Oh boy! each place is like a hapless ait                                                              
Deprived of the ever so present bloom

‘Found’ are you in the arms of fate
If it dishes out the best recipe
Nurturing the departed sustenance of pate
Alas, turning out to be the era’s greatest swipe.                                                    

The recurring deposit going hand in hand
Missed badly sans it or present
They are the finest guidelines for any stand
Transforming or destroying the inner wisent.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Reflections ...

The evidence of one’s being
Interspersed with the protocol of likeness
Stomp on it & it will leave you by fleeing
Alas, pushing you to a place having an air of awareness

The mirror image in the form of your protégé
Adds on to the familial legacy
Hence it’s the absolute privilege
To nurture the god’s gift of a lifetime of ancestral currency

As we gradually journey inward
Lighting up the dusty corners of the past
We reflect our light outward
By emanating the stories of the awesome cast

Many a times it’s the indication
Its all in your hands, come what may
To keep dreaming without a condition
Thus making the most of the opportunities coming one’s way.

Tuesday, November 06, 2012

Darkness ...

Its difficult to see one’s face in it
Consigned for the spider to quiver in
For the dearly loved to thump in it
So as to weave a web for the expected barge in

The devil’s advocate sits sewing pieces of bloodshed
Transferring the invisible deity into visibility
Also igniting the corners of the coal shed
Marring all possibilities of ambiguity

Here the vision of the far sighted hermit is polished
The sense of mystery engulfs the mystic
Serial Jargons of the holy get encrypted
So dense is the faith of the psychic
                                                                                     
A ballerina of desires finds a new song
Enveloping you to the consummate yet intriguing composure
Thus pushing you a little to dance & sing along
On the tune of the ‘one of a kind’ adventure.      

Friday, November 02, 2012

Crossroads...

They say the divine reside here once in a while
Thus rotating the possibilities of uncertainty
Though hit & run cases all turn futile                  
In the aisles of constitutionality


An intersection of a wayward slope
Also the rainbow of untraveled path
Slipping one through the kaleidoscope
Of changing lanes in life’s math

It can be the turning point for the misled
Or the dreaded veer in the illustrious hell
Easily adding zing to the bespectacled
Thus announcing their entry with a mesmerizing spell

The unavoidable junction of humdrum
Spilling flavors of the experiences learnt
Some maneuver with decorum                                      
Alas, moving forward as if totally unhurt

O Praise the Lord, it’s the moment of truth that life goes on
No matter what you choose
It’s the lane of gay abandon
When met head-on, you just can’t afford to lose.