Turning Times…

My hands are weedy,

And My head is heavy…

My legs are shaky,

And My senses dizzy…

My memory betray,

And My words unruly,

My sight is blurry…

And my heart is shivery…

My voice is noisy,

And My dining etiquettes messy…

My pace is crawly,

And my patience is angry…

Being pulled down by Gravity,

My strength is teary…

World is moving speedily,

And I am getting very nervy…

I need you now the way you did then…

The Toddler you with hands so tiny,

With Head heavier than your own body…

With trembling legs you stood all wobbly,

And had senses that were extremely cranky…

Your memory was flabby,

And your language dreamy…

You had grape like eyes but not very canny,

And Strong heart but at times mousy…

With Angelic voice but restless nights made them screechy,

And eating was for all expect your tummy…

The trekker in you was lazy,

And your temperament jumpy…

Mocked by Gravity,

Your Strengths felt pushy…

World went by you in a jiffy,

And you always got edgy…

You needed me then like I need you now…

You needed me then,

But never could ask…

Turning Times and I need you now,

But, can only hope…

P.S.

Small tribute to all aging Parents and their growing up children and to turning times...

I am from You and You Only from Me…

I was born green,
And I was born rich…
I was blessed with abundance,
Ample for all my kids…

With a blessing Father, 
The mighty Sun…
And soothing Sisters, 
Streams, Rivers and Oceans…

With notorious yet cheering Brothers, 
The sky, breeze and winds…
And wrapped in my protecting armor, 
The robust cloak of ozone soldiers…

All was well planned by my Creator,
For a kingdom of glory to last forever…
And yet a Mother nears her end…
And yet her children stay ignorant…

A Mother today seeks a favor,
From her children, for her children…
Dipped in cement, clogged with fumes,
A Mother today begs, stricken, crying in pain…

Tell your Leaders to take help of my Father,
For he shall forever burn to feed your energy hunger…
Tell your friends to be cautious with my Sisters,
For only your few Aunts house drinkable treasures…

Tell your fellow-travelers to use more of public transporters,
For my air is chocking and my oil is depleting…
Warn the litterers to not insult me,
For my ground cannot breathe buried in debris…

Stop the murderers from hurting your brother forests,
For without them there will be no life…
Recycle your waste, don’t just throw them away,
For I am feeble and would take decades to wear it away…

Oh my Children, your Mother is worried,
For your life is stressed and your hearts are fading…
So please take care, Jog a little and play a little,
Laugh a lot and never stop learning…

Give your less fortunate siblings knowledge boats,
Help them sail; they are your brothers…
Let them not feel defeated, 
Let them not feel less privileged…

Don’t let my estranged children tear me apart,
Don’t let my family fall apart…
You are young with a lifetime ahead,
Remember, I am from You and You Only from Me…

I am from You and You Only from Me…

My Lady!

I’ll live a zillion seconds,
But, I’ll remember only a few…
I’ll breathe gazillion breaths,
But, I’ll use only a few…

I know it will be for you…

I’ll meet a thousand people,
But, I’ll really meet only you…
I’ll probably care for many,
But, I’ll really love only you…

A warm tear that will wet my heart,
A lit up smile that will make my day…
A nudge that will make me take those difficult steps,
A hand that will always pick me from my shambles…

I know it will be you…

A thought of concern that would knock my door,
A notion of sanity that will, every night, put me off to sleep,
A joy of celebration that I would share with,
A cry of dejection that I would weep with…

I know it will be with you…

Hundreds of fights that I’ll have with,
And even more making ups that would follow…
One whom I would wish to see for the rest of my life,
Day-breaks and nights, till the second I Die…

I know it will be you…

The One who would drive me crazy,
And the one who would do crazy things for me...
The One for whom I would want do crazy stuff for,
And the one without whom I would go crazy…

I know it will be you…

The one I would hate,
And the one I would want to change…
The one I would love,
And the one I would wish should never change…

I know it will be you…

The one who would complete me,
And the one my heart would beat for…
The one I would want to Die for,
And the one I would Live for…

I know it will be you…

The one whose silly acts would make me smile,
And the one whose memories would make me cry…
Thoughts about whom would never feel like baggage,
And the one without whom, I would never be the same…

I know it will be you…

When it’s time to call it a life,
A glimpse of memory to be lost in,
Sea of cries to swim through,
A sky of happiness to soak in,

I know it will have you…

My Lady! I know it will be you…

P.S. Do you exist??? :P

ये जवानी है दिवानी

निकला कोठी नू पीछे छड़ कर,
सारी दुनिया को अपनी यादो मे समेटने…
आखो मे एक सपना सँजोकर,
क्वाबो सी काएनात मे पनपने…

ज़िंदगी मेरी पल भर की हो सही,
आँगन ना रेहवे समेटा हुआ कही.
ख्वाइश बस इतनी लिए,
कुछ ना छूटे इन्न सांसो से मेरे…

छोड़ चला अप्नोको को पीछे,
प्यार से भी अपनी आँखे मुंडे.
दोस्ती से दामन को तोड़े,
नये जहाँनो को झोली मे भरने…

खुली हवाओ मे उड़ान भरने,
आसमान को अपना आँगन बनाने.
नापने से भी नापा ना जा सके,
ज़िंदगी कुछ एस तरह जीने…

दुनिया के इस मेले मे,
मेरी हस्सी की खिलखिलारिया है गूँजे…
एक पागलपन को दिल मे पनपे,
कोइ अंत ना होवे ऐसी राह पर चलने…

बड़ी बड़ी इमारतो के बीच मैं खोया,
सूने पहाड़ो के माथे को चूमा ..
धूप एक जहान की सेकी,
तो दूजे जहान की छाओ में पनाह ली…

रुक ना सका कही मैं,
घर ना कर पाया कही अपना…
डर के समुंदर मे गोते ख़ाता,
कही कुछ छूट ना जाए इस भय मे जीता…

ज़िदगी जीने निकला था मैं,
पर ज़िदगी नू ही पीछे छड़ आया..
ख़ुदग़र्ज़ क्यों मैं ऐसा हुआ,
अपनो की कुशी रोंधा और अपनी कुशी भी खो आया…

घर तो अपना वोही रहा,
लोग तो अपने वोही रहे…
प्यार के बिना सूखा ही रहा
राही सा अकेला अब मैं अपने घर को जा लौटा..........

Did I Dream my Fame???

Did I dream my Fame???

Was it nothing but a game???

On me the curtains had once rose,

Like a super nova once I had shone…

There was this day when destiny came knocking at my gate,

Nobody I was then but had already dreamt skyscraper fate…

They called it a talent hunt show,

Like millions I too saw it as my fodder to grow…

In an endless crowd I once stood all night,

Along with a million fellow men, I once waited for my light…

Entertainers fought alone, for a beautiful tomorrow, on the stage,

While an esteemed panel with hawk eyes scrutinized to gauge…

When it was my turn, with trebling feet, up to the dais I walked,

But one look around and I was clear what my soul so desired…

I knew I had to pour my heart out from the moment they say start,

And so I did and so did the world till I reached the very last…

What a wonderful life, I thought, as it was headed to a finale of sugary affair,

Deep within I knew, soon my dreams would be breathing in rosy air…

As I battled for the top I forgot what waited beyond,

All I wanted was Today to be My Day, All I wanted was Today to be That Day…

As the show-anchor walked to the culmination of it all, our beats popped,

As he read from an envelope, noise dropped and the time as if stopped…

I fell crying on my thanking knee when the sweet victory was named mine,

Got toppled into a trance as if I had had too much of wine…

That’s when I recalled what I once uttered to my dear God,

The Nothing me had once cried out loud…

I shall Bang on Your door and then plead guilty,

Cause I can do no more than ask for Thy mercy…

On me the curtains had rose,

With arms wide spread, like a super nova I had shone…

Papers, Radios, Televisions, Cameras all spoke of my glorious story,

But nobody warned that soon all, for me, would feel nothing more than pity…

As the clock dumped a few months, buzz died; there was no stage anymore,

Newspapers spoke of me no more, Cameras followed me no more…

It took me time to learn living and accept the reality,

It took me time to see life as a ceaseless journey in perpetuity…

Years have passed but my heart still beats for the shine of that stage,

It’s the next season of shows and it’s the dais, I still believe, where I belong and craze…

As I mentor my juniors today for their moment on stage, I seek less of blinding Fame,

For I know now that its very thought is no more than just lame …

Yet when I recall those days,

Yet when I think of that toiling phase,

All I hear my heart say, Did I dream my Fame???

Was it nothing but a game???.............................................. :)

It Rained………It Rained………

Dried up and almost dead,

I looked upon the heavens to quench my thirst…

Having turned almost red,

I pleaded to Thy, for a shower out of His mercy chest…

In spite of blisters covering my body,

Sun shone upon me showing little clemency…

Low in sprit, Low in life,

I tried desperately to quarry my ground with numerous attempts but all futile…

Having bled off all my greens,

I feebly looked around and found nothing but an army of million dead beings…

Left with ounceful meaningless breath,

I could do no more but die a painful merciless death…

Past flashing pass my eyes,

In jiffies I tried reliving my growing up journey…

With heat clogging my veins,

I still had my last smile cherishing my voyage from tenderness to energy…

Covered with dead bodies,

Earth wept tearless cries…

When merciful Lords seem to have run out of mercy,

Turning into compost its children, on cracked soil, remained stationary…

Soon the clouds broke loose to quench earthy thirst,

With Lions roar the skies opened and burst…

When Thy repented on Your heated anger,

Heavens collided venting out intensified lightning roars…

As water poured in volumes to calm the Earth,

Steam ascended from the enraged world…

But soaked in Thy tears the Mother soon forgave,

A tender bud blossomed off a million graves…

As I was reborn and all ground was wet with spirit of life,

You smiled and the site of rays of light drawing seven colored wonders across horizons became rife…

With my new life I smiled and I grew,

And so did a million others covering the Earth making it bloom…

A dance of Life and Death,

An Act of Sorrow and Bliss…

A destiny so written to repeat itself every season,

It all began one fine day when the Skies opened and…………It Rained………It Rained………

A Day...

Rise and shine!!! A new dawn is set to break,

Quickly off your Bed, Nine Hours of office are at stake…

Your Bread and Butter ain’t free any more,

So you better button up, ink your pen, for thy, Life-Book’s Page awaits…

With the blessings of mum, our hero leaves home in warrior ways,

Battling a cloud of sweeper exhausts’ aero-dust, dogging the barks of the territorial strays…

With hurried steps he moves towards the nearby bus stop,

Crossing The Lords house, he bows with a request for a good day’s-crop…

Beggar that Man is, he wastes no time to prove the point,

With a heaving breath, “I hope I ain’t late for my morning bus-ride”…

A sigh of relief with the sight of a formation of his travel-mates,

But as he nears, his fear has him begging again, “I hope my ride ain’t delayed”…

Joy is what every Man seeks,

Only to let it be drenched in a jiffy shower, ain’t that weak???

A plight of Man that even Lord might have failed to read,

Happiness is all they seek only to loose it to an ocean of endless need???

Soon he finds himself ridding in an over-crowded bus, passing busy Bombay streets,

Annoyed by honking machines puking smoke chocking him and all living breeds…

Like a rookie Tightrope artist, he struggled keeping his body-weight at balance,

But the wire is soon to break, more humanly soles barge-in with crushing wave’s nonchalance…

As if the crowd was just gasoline waiting to be set ablaze,

A spark and The Devils’ own recipe had soon started to be staged…

Conductor with no money-change and a passenger reluctant that he too had no alternate ways,

The public transporter soon transforming into a hatchery emitting tension rays…

To all others it hardly mattered and none bothered to help cool tempers,

Stops came; people boarded and alighted, all choosing to be just bystanders…

Even our hero less hero-like simply waited till it was his turn to de-board,

Feeling helpless he chooses to let the matter take its own course to erode…

A chase of monetary valued paper that defines our future,

Tension of loosing it molds our character,

Free-living to batter to Global Economy; transformation did make us more organized,

But this journey has also sadly made man less humanized…

Finally in the office a long day awaits him with rather routine work,

Wishful for a weekend, he quickly begins with his mailbox lurk…

Is his life a Greek myth of Sisyphus, at times he wonders???

Why Gods made such meaningless venture, at times he ponders???

Still at the end he feels content that blood gushes in his veins,

Having documented another day he moves on to unknown dreamy lanes…

The fascinating brain within seconds opens for him a boundless-world’s gate,

Another 6hrs of numbness and abstractness will soon have him a new Calendar-date…

Yet another day, yet another page,

With a day older experience, he will soon have a new world to gauge…

Rise and shine!!! A new dawn is set to break,

So you better button up, ink your pen, for thy, Life-Book’s Page awaits…