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…

WOMANHOOD

She flew beyond the skies,
And She flew amongst the stars...
When a small town girl,
Set out with big dreams in her heart...

She put a smile on zillions,
And popped heart of millions...
Kalpana Chawla made the Nation proud,
When She conquered her orbit-dreams...

She is the one who defines WOMANHOOD to me...

She left her home,
And She left her peace...
She traveled to shores,
With her angelic deeds...

A Catholic by religion,
And an Albanian born...
Mother Teresa healed countless of souls,
And gave all aeon of hopes...

She had no grounds to discriminate her deeds…
She is the one who defines WOMANHOOD to me...

She sang from her heart,
And struck a chord with a million…
With divinity in her voice,
She soothed souls innumerable…

For her life meant music,
And She made music our paradise…
Lata Mangeshkar and Asha Bhosle are such stalwarts,
Who laid foundation to numerous melody dreams...

They are the one who define WOMANHOOD to me...

Even before we are born,
She knows our heart beats...
She endures our crazy kicks,
And yet nurtures our dreams...

She helps us stand tall,
And picks us up, if ever we fall…
She stands by our side, sturdy as a Tree,
And always dares us to walk free...

It is every Mother who defines WOMANHOOD to me...

She is the Homemaker in a gazillion homes,
And She is the happiness for untold souls...
She puts your needs even before her own,
Yet She demands no more than Respect for her own...

She lays the footing for our values in life,
And She is our support pillar in those difficult times...
She is, Each Lady, Life’s Curator,
She is, for each of us, our Creator…

Every Lady defines WOMANHOOD to me...


P.S. Happy Women's Day - 2014

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..........

Khushi Da Rang

Vekhya je tenu,

Khushi nal rhu nu bhar leya...

Milleya je tenu,

Dil vich sukoon pae gaya...

Dondya jitna apni hassi nu,

Melli na vo kadi kithae ve sannu...

Thakya mai, Haaraya mai, Roya je mai,

Phir bhi Khushi sadde hatt na lage...

Chezzo may kadi,

Tae kadi doondya sapno vich...

Paesso may kadi,

Tae kadi doondya khali makano vich...

Dusoro de kushi vich doondya,

Beetae kal dae nazaro vich doondya...

Cham-chamati gaadeyo vich doondya,

Bdti office de tankhaao vich doondya...

Milli na kadi khushi kithae vi sanu,

Sochya Khushi da matbal he shayad mai na samjya..

Barish, Barkha sabkuch vekhya, 

Kadi na mill pavege chavi muskan de, ek vari tae aesa mennu lagya...

Dur jakae tujsae bas ekk gall mai samjya,

Khushi mere twadee hassi may he basdee...

Aakhir khushi da rang vekh he leya,

Twade akkha de noor may aakhir jakae apni muskaan nu millya...

Vekhya je tenu,

Khushi nal rhu nu bhar leya...

Milleya je tenu,

Dil vich sukoon pae gaya...