Me and My Passion

Pawn

2007-09-11T03:29:00.000-07:00

A heartbeat, an impulse,an eyewash and mush
To you my heart,I dedicate this adrenaline rush

Swift in the fall, and quick in rise
Thus has become your story of life

Never to find the one true love, such was the destiny of this forlorn swain
Yet to flip on every sight , has been the flighty heart's might

Falling in Love, and rising by Dawn
Tis a game for me as this heart's pawn

Au Revoir

2007-04-24T07:37:00.001-07:00

Today I come to remember the good old times
The feisty Managers and the gusty chimes

Spending the times of our life together,
Engrossed deep in conversation and laughter

Such is the enigma of our arena's environ
Impatiently we wait for the day to dawn

Tis the beauty of the years we have shared..
Aging soberly with the times gone by

Inspiration so divine and Vaulting ambition
Scaling the heights with rapturous rendition

Now I gaze at the star studded sky with misty eyes
Witnessing the moment of my journey's demise

Looking forward to meeting the doyens again
Here's my Au Revoir, until we meet again

The Magical Scout

2007-04-24T07:36:00.004-07:00

She is bold and She has the beauty
Do welcome the scout celebrity

Gathering some butterflies and some smiles
She breezes past with all her vanity

Juggling her roles with all the finesse
She is a magic to behold thy sight

Creating a furore with her zeal and might
She is but the Almighty's delight

Many more birthdays are yet to roll
Hold this space for her magic to unfold

RUSTIC WINTER

2007-04-24T07:36:00.003-07:00

Hide under the duvet and cover thy eider
Slowly creeps in frost of the mist

There is a wetness all around thy globe
Sublime is the aura of my abode

Frost and Haze has crept over the miles
Frothy is the winter and cold are the tilles

Burning the embers of a love so benign
Revels In thy heat O beloved, the forlorn swain

Spreading the warmth of love and sunshine bright
Thus Rejoices the Dove with all its might

Killing me softly with the beauty of the mystic
Hither arrives the Winter and its Rustic tranquility.

1,8,80 and Beyond

2007-04-24T07:36:00.001-07:00

Kolor me red and Keep me in your eyes
I am The magical K and cynosure of all eyes

Starting the day with blessings of the Creator
I look forward with perseverance as my Mentor

Come and mark my arena O' Almighty
Here starts my rendezvous with prowess

Affluence of knowledge abounds my premises
I am now a pool of bubbling successes

Behold the trance of victory in Keane
Tis a Success story not so oft seen

The climb was slow but steady was my pace
Swaying with the rhythm of sucess,I have now won the race

Completing 8 years of toil and mirth
Today is the day of my glory's birth

To create a furore with my zeal and might
I am braced with the skills for the fight

Though wielding a considerable clout
I am a humble and modest scout

To hold aloft the flag of glory amassed
I reach the top and intend to stay on the mast

Many more birthdays are yet to roll
Hold this space for my magic to unfold

K's Magic

2007-04-24T07:35:00.003-07:00

This poem is an ode to my organisation which also doubles up as my bread and butter and a home away from home !!!

Kolor me red and Keep me in your eyes
I am The magical K and cynosure of all eyes

Surging ahead with a speed so fast
I reached the top and intend to stay on the mast

That my glory has oft been spoken about
Here I am yet again the talk of the town

Though wielding a considerable clout
I am a humble and modest scout

Hiring and Firing was never my cup of tea
Retaining the best has been my forte

Rendering a swarthy look for my friendly rivals !
I overlook the minute and insignificant trivials

A glory's story repeatedly written by the Keanites
They made me and I maketh the dynamites

Let us come and bask in the magical limelight
Revel in K's magic and strive to make it more bright

Syllabus of Life

2007-04-24T07:35:00.001-07:00

I am vulnerable and my naif creates a furore
Thus I beseech the grace of my mentor

I am thy student in the midst of a storm
Teach me those principles and the norms

Putting to rest all my inhibitions and glory
I come to thee with an inkling for a story

Bracing myself for a strife with emotions so pure
Readily I reckon the masters of cure

Gracing the occasion are my thoughts so vast
I cannot but learn the rules so fast

The arena is intense but the pace so lame
I too am but a pawn in thy game

I love the world but hate my neighbour
Confusing thoughts waste my fruits of labour

I work for thee but serve for none
Favours are partial and the damage undone

At every step along the semesters of life
I learn to grow but forget the strife

climbing the ladders of age so fast
I look back to remember the past

As I see the results of the years bygone
Years to come are dull but the old brightly shone

To grasp the new has been the syllabus of life
Beauty of goodness and purity of thoughts are rife

Wings Of Wax

2007-04-24T07:34:00.004-07:00

Let me borrow some fire and rage from time
As the shores resound the music of the chime

I will now decide to re-invent the wheel
To go back in time riding high on the keel

Tis a story of Destiny and a steely resolve's tryst
A rapturous affair of ephemeral might

Stemming from the need to resist all pain
Strong Yearning and restlessness awaited the swain

A star studded sky and some misty eyes
Witnessed the moment of glory's demise

Going through the routine of the grind
He beholds the panache of the glorious mind

Rising from the flames of the fuming volcano
Trying in vain to overcome the inferno

Flying high to reach the dizzying heights
Pushing the steely resolve to all its might

Climbing to the heat of the mighty sun
He rose again with vengeance and fun

The winds were strong and brazen with fury
Alas his wings were weak and weary

But Such was the euphoria of the flight
He flew high and ignored his plight

Pausing to scorn at the devious and relax
He defied all odds with his Wings of Wax

A BRIEF HIATUS

2007-04-24T07:34:00.003-07:00

I flew away high among the clouds
Where the serenity of nature abounds

That alice was lost in wonderland was so very true
I can now empathise with her highs and those blues

Astounding and Clandestine was the aura of bliss
I lost my mind and everything was amiss

To live in the idyllic eden was but a dream
The call of duty beckons me with a scream

I come back with a thud to ground reality
Harsh materialism and those bonds untidy

Herein lies my bread and the butter
Strive I must to regain my lost thunder

How I wish to toil a little less
Waiting for the winds and their silky caress

Those were the dreams of a life so amorous
I am now back after a brief hiatus

White Pacific

2007-04-24T07:34:00.001-07:00

I wrote this poem while on my way to US.I came via tokyo so there was nothing much to see except the giant Pacific. I gave the Ocean my Emptiness and in return it gave me its Strength.

Flying high amidst the winds
These cotton balls are palatial in stature
As I strive to regain my sanity
The colossal Pacific catches my fancy

The mighty Pacific and the Oh So Beautiful Pacific
Sometimes ruthless and Bohemian and yet so chic
The flights of fancy have changed my composure
I feel so humble before these Forces of Nature

A jewel in precious crowns in God's ornate
Such is the Pacific's esteemed state
Neatly laid out beauty on its surface
The clouds are but its frothy furnace

Lush greens and the frothy waves
Reds of the soil and the men suave
A riot of colors like an artist's palette
This is the glimpse of Pacific the great

THE DOYENS

2007-04-24T07:33:00.003-07:00

Come hither my fluttering minds
Behold the beauty of a sober presence

These are the architects of a new essence
My friends all and intellectuals par excellence

Meeting over a cup of coffee again
Let us shape a world free of pain

They come to carve models of a new life
Their intellect so immense and a personality so bright

Learning to live in this world without much ado
I introduce these friends with pride

They are my team in the path of a life cycle
Impressive simplicity these Doyens personify

The Naughty One

2007-04-24T07:33:00.001-07:00

A cold here and a cough there
The naughty one comes through everywhere

Scattered are the masks of life for sale
They speak of life on the run, like a tale

God forbid if you ever enter the crowded road
The hunt is on for the naughty one's abode

I shall not dream and I will not pine
As my identity lies isolated along the tyne

Such is the irony of my situation oh friend
Control on my sneezes has become the trend

How I wish to climb the trees
Sail high on the mighty sea

Come hither my beautiful butterfly
Play with me and bring me profound joy

I may not come again to see the daylight
Quarantined as I lie in the twilight

Let the naughty one' tribe never increase
God forbid if anyone ever sneeze.

AS I SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT...

2007-04-24T07:32:00.004-07:00

The earth cradles the secrets of civilization
Preserving the heritage was always the realization

There the moods are fervent with fear now
Gore and death the kings of fire bestow

Lost amidst the sandstorms are my reverend isles
Like a deft craftsman Satan beguiles

Mounds of torso strewn across my path
Woefully I gaze as I saunter on the grass

Looking for a world of peace and love
I strive to spread the symbolism of the dove

But the fires of autrocracy are far and wide
Reaching my paradise with all their might

The picture of my gory dusk fades into oblivion
There is another horizon bilssful as the Zion

Rising from the darkness will shine the brightly lit dawn
Moonlight will hold the beauty of the majestic swan

The suffering has finally ended in a respite
Love is penetrating with all its might

My dream was a kaleidoscope of myriad images
Waiting for the aurora I slept through the night....

MY GOLDEN SEA

2007-04-24T07:32:00.003-07:00

MY GOLDEN SEA

Sometimes I wonder as I raise my hands in dispair
To forget the past is just unfair

How I wish to lie again under that fir tree
Waiting for my beloved and his coterie

Lost is the canopy of love above my head
Coming so far in search of my bread

I am now leading a path where devils fear to tread
Where the ghostly revelations of the night bled

I must not overstep my vanity
But to love thee was not insanity

Lying all bottled up my emotions are pent
Lusting for that gaze so intent

That love was a bane warned the forlorn swain
Tears in eyes I looked at him with lofty disdain

My storm was rising with the tide
There was no one as my love or guide

Now the tempest has reached its glory
My steely resolves lie in a corrie

I could feel the snatches in his voice
His depair blowing bitterly against my face

I bade him goodbye with a long last kiss
I chose to forgive but something was always amiss

Through the windows of my age I now see
Despite the wrinkles this is my golden sea

A MOMENT IN TIME

2007-04-24T07:32:00.001-07:00

Everywhere there was a scented bloom
It was the flavour of your love I assume
Hidden from the world in our own paradise
There was me and your presence in disguise
Those were the days of eternal bliss
Your love transcended me to an abyss
The strength of our love could never erode
We were meant to be was the choral ode
Watching the flames in a sombre mood
A witness in time stood the Banyan across the road

Love and the pain of separation
Palpable thoughts of a union
Come winters and summers go
Leave me with the presence of your soul
The gentle sway of your beauty
Stems from the softness of the Almighty
Standing at a parallel distance in his abode
There is that Banyan across the road

Forbidden Fruit

2007-04-24T07:31:00.003-07:00

Daily I run the miles to success in anticipation
But again I missed the chariots of heaven

The roads are now infinite and serpentine
Alas my bravery is once again quarantine

I lie in wait for the commoners wheels
It comes here but there is no place for a heel

I strive to retain my sanity again
But none are there to heal my pain

I tread on the path to a downtrodden glory
Wonder sets in to ask if it is only my story

Finally the wheels screech to a halt
I manage a glimpse of heaven woken with a jolt

Yes I have reached my coveted cushy haven
Battered and bruised almost like a fawn

Alas the time has clocked nine
There is no food and there is no wine

Fuming and seething I sit as hungry as a tiger
Waiting for time to emerge a fighter

Alas my conscience has gone awry
Bear with me as I devour the forbidden for my hunger to satisfy.......

CHRISTENED AS A DREAM

2007-04-24T07:31:00.001-07:00

tribute for Kalpan Chawla:

The winds were laden with delight
A lovely child clapped with all her might

The scented hibiscus was swaying to welcome
God has said that an angel is to come

Waiting patiently among the meadow
Happiness was perched atop the willow

Then came the moment of glory
Angels brought the little dreamy story

Christened as a Dream she wished for the moon
Fates gave her flight and the spanking breeze was a boon

At the doors of space she stopped to ponder
And then she flew into the heavens across the blue yonder

Comfortable as a women in all her might
She stood on the horizon like a sprite

As she fired the imaginations of the ordinary
Destiny scripted Danger and unknown into her journey

Returning after an ordeal with space as a hero
She became the epicentre of a doomed inferno

Strapped to Death the loss has been only devastation
Leaving us to reconcile with the littered remains of a fissioned celebration

A perverse destiny may have vaporised the triumph
But the persona that she was will always exude oomph..

Waiting at the Gates of Heaven she smiled to herself
There will be many more dreams she said to herself

Quietly she walked down the lane with her peers
God's fingers lovingly entwined with hers
She made a promise to those in pain...
I will come to pick the stars and the moon again...

My Little Miracle

2007-04-24T07:30:00.003-07:00

I have written this poem for my little Tejus.He stays with his NaniMa and from his absence stems this pain of separation and the need to put it in words.

You are special and you are a miracle
The stars in your doe-like eyes always seem to twinkle

There is a miracle in your unadulterated laughter and beautiful smile
Your pristine nature can bring compassion and even melt the vile

The melody of your chuckles resound within the depths of my mind
You have filled my loneliness with your presence benign

Is that a whiff of fresh air or is it your fragrance
I live life again as I breathe in the aura of your presence

There is a Miracle in the Love and happiness that you impart
Your infectious charm leaves its footprints on many a heart

On you my little miracle I shower all my blessings
With you by my side I can fight the worldly trappings

All my love and praises are only for you
You are a Miracle because there can never be another you

I AM A CELEBRITY

2007-04-24T07:30:00.001-07:00

My dreams were flowery but realizations were small
Then came a godfather who picked me from the stall
He laid me on a pedestal so high
I can just reach out and touch the sky

From Dusk to Dawn I wear the mask of beauty
I am the best says little Tweety
I am high and I am mighty
I am a Celebrity

Love me or Hate me but don't ignore me
I have the talent to rise above me
Life is but a dreamy candyfloss
Surrounding me is so much enigma and gloss

To live a life full of glamour
My privacy speaks with candour
I am bold and I have the beauty
I am a Celebrity

I ride roughshod over men
To think or pause is bad omen
But I cannot slow down my pace
I have to be ruthless to stay in the race

The devils of age are catching me fast
I am now vulnerable and youth is past
Waiting for the shores to lay down my anchor
But there are no docks and there is no harbour

The glow of lights still turns me on
But now I am a portrait the walls adorn
I was high and I was mighty
I was a Celebrity

Ancient Honour

2007-04-24T07:29:00.003-07:00

The scenic beauty of the village was beholding
Lush green fields and the belles were charming
The old Banyan provided some retreat
Lavender flowers adding an intoxication to the unbearable heat

Then came a beautiful village lass
Her gait added with a touch of class
Daily she walked ten miles to fetch water
The distances echoed with her pristine laughter

The heat was becoming unbearable now
There was beady perspiration on her brow
She sat under the old Banyan
Little did she know that this was her canyon

Following her movements were a pair of watchful eyes
They wanted to destroy the body where her confidence lies
The thought of revenge drove the young blood into a frenzy
They pounced on her like vultures gone crazy

Desecrated lay the monument of glory
The ruins echoed the shameful story
Under the Old Banyan lay a pile of shame
Buried beneath the debris of her honour and fame

Culprits were summoned loud and clear
Witnesses came from far and near
They accepted the guilt with lots of candour
She had so much faith in the custodians of her honour

Here she stood as a tottered monument
There they fixed a paltry money as the punishment
Hail to those who gave the verdict
The destruction was her undoing and hers to predict

The culprits have gone away scot-free
They even distributed sweets for the sundry
Little did they feel the guilt and shame
But Ancient has become her honour and fame.

The Begging Bowl

2007-04-24T07:29:00.001-07:00

She was a Loner and an Observer
To the veterans of the game she was a Dreamer

She loved the melody of the cars whizzing by
she also took in her stride, the glares of passersby

One very beautiful day she decided to venture out
Bleakness in her eyes but with an extra smile on her pout

She promised herself a day of glory and respect
But there she stood on the pavement with neglect

A good old samaritan gave her a penny
To give respect were few but to disregard her were many

Then came the realization that she was an outcast
There would never be a day of glory ,and respect was a thing of the past

To break the barriers was futile
The hawks of the trade were too agile

She succumbed to the demands of the trade
Still dreaming for that glory which for her was never made

Lurking in the shadows were vultures ready to prowl
Once again she stood with the Begging Bowl

I am Just a Girl

2007-04-24T07:28:00.000-07:00

I was once a beautiful fairy
But all I wanted was a life less ordinary
So God chose a Mother
But there was also a Father who did not want me..
I was yet to form a shape and they bid adieu to me
After all I was a GIRL !

Someplace else there was another me..
A different Father and a Mummy..
I flew into the high skies...
Waiting over the horizon was a Light
But the daunting battle of Dowry was my fight
The battles are lost and the lights have faded
I now languish in the chateau of the dead
Did they say "She was just a GIRL!"

I ruled the countries far and wide
I also tried to swim over the tide
But the waves were mightier ...
They could not contain a stronger me ...
I perished in the aftermath of my sexuality
After all I was just a GIRL!

I somehow fought the Fates and grew to Live
There seemed to be nothing in life but to Give
I always wanted to stand with my head held high
But then stoop I must or else fall prey to their lust
These are the facts of life which make my head twirl
I am just a GIRL!!!

CREATIONS OF THE PAST

2007-04-24T07:27:00.002-07:00

The stars had MAGIC
So they shone on my Abode

The river had MAGIC
So I filled it in my eyes

The wind had MAGIC
So I decided to breathe in

The lovely hibiscus had MAGIC too
So I graced it on my bedside

The people around were MAGIC
So I sailed along with them

The clouds had a silver lining
So I wove my dreams in them

There were giant leaps in Progress
So I also manufactured Pollution

There was so little space for garbage
So I made the best of the rivers at my disposal

There was so much more that I wanted
So I decided to tame the Forces of Nature !

The sun shine had MAGIC
So I decided to make it mine too!

My Beautiful EARTH had MAGIC
Ozone layer was it's Shield against the Big Bad Universe
But now they say "Ozone hole is shrinking" !

What wrong did I do?
I only wanted the Sun CLOSER !

My wish is granted...
The Sun is coming CLOSER!
Dangerously CLOSER!
The MAGIC has vanished.....
The winds spell "Black MAGIC" !
The water in the rivers is deathly.....
The MAGICAL people are no longer around....
The silver lining in the clouds has burst....
My dreams are shattered ....
Now there is only SPACE all around...
ALL the MAGIC is a thing of the PAST....
That is what WE will all become....
"CREATIONS OF THE PAST"

Heavens Bleeding

2007-04-24T07:27:00.001-07:00

I had adopted Heaven as my Home.
It is the purest manifestation of Paradise sounded cliche'
I wanted to get lost among the flower beds
I did not try to tempt the Fates
I did not bite the forbidden Fruit
I also practised a more forgiving doctrine of my Dharma

But that day I caught a beautiful wave
A picture which the Fates never forgave
Everybody wanted to party away into the wee hours
To forgive the sadness that the hapless soul harbours

And Then came the parcel bombs
Gates of Hell were thrown Open
My Blissful state has vanished

I am now swimming into the inferno
There is fire everywhere I know
The skin was melting from my arms
Death was coming everywhere without qualms

I shouted myself hoarse
Last moments of my life slowly scripting their course
My beautiful friend had ridden up the Wave
A pristine smile was all she gave

The Pariahs sounded the knell
She too was destined to die in Hell
I am but able-bodied ,holding on to her love for life
Waiting for that Dawn when the fanatics will end this strife

There seems to be no escape from this Hatred
Someone out there believes Vengeance is sacred
My beautiful paradise has been bombed out of existence.
Revenge in the name of Allah is their Pretence

I am still riding high on that Beautiful wave
Cleaning the hatred which God never gave
Love and Tolerance,the fanatics have started Abjuring
The beautiful horizon is far because my Heavens are Bleeding

Nostalgia

2007-03-14T08:14:00.000-07:00

Nostalgia can grip me anytime I choose to recollect my days spent in the heavenly abode called an Eye-Lake !
Yeah it is a natural lake which looks like an eye.Eye of a godess, eye of an angel,eye of a maiden,eye of glory,eye of the beauty that was.There can be so many synonyms this beautiful city.
I have spent more than my life there.It is a treasure cove of memories both beautiful and ugly.In all context Nainital has helped me be what I am.

Its snow laden pine trees,the sprawling grounds,serpentine roads,all lead one to my hearth.
I am always overwhelmed when I catch a first glimpse of the mountain ranges while climbing my way up the rustic environs of uttaranchal plains.

It has always been my only hideout from the worldy chaos and struggle.
I have felt stronger everytime I have emerged from the intoxicating realms of Nainital .

I have always feared the worst everytime the water of the lake has changed its color to a dirty brown.They say that there is a goddess down there who changes the color of the water whenever she wants a human sacrifice;
and what a sacrifice it must be.There have been extremely sad tales of sadness and demise whenever the waters change colors.

It is blessed in some way or the other.For good or bad,God's abode is my home !