4

cloud of memories

the clouds of your memories are inside my mind

whenever I wish I close my eyes to relish, rewind

 my heart is painted with your true colour marker

and when I crave for you this cloud gets even darker

then the gloom lets it pour down with full vigour

the heart is satiated surpassing the emotional rigour

the way is paved again for clear sky with expectation

but heat of fondness evaporates the determination

and the cloud starts taking the shape in the streams

it gleefully gives birth to the ray of sunshine dreams

those dreams never let cloud of memories disappear

how can a lovable heart remain so hollow and meager

the memories are jewels of the heart that may survive

and they are our traditional testimony of being alive

9

poetry personified

words falling short in expressing her

the keyboard shedding all its keys

the tongue exhausting to its limits

the heart and mind resting in peace

she is a natural poetry personified

with each of the verses so dignified

the spirit and essence down to earth

each of the words showing its worth

decency imbibed deep in character

words flowing with sheer eloquence

a distinct emblem of nascent innocence

a unique symbol of pristine elegance

4

my real existence

as you move forward in your life

I will be surging along with you

there may be crossroads noticed

I will be swaying along with you

the path to success is not so smooth

I will be heaving along with you

that is not the limit of togetherness

I keep pitching, yawing and rolling

to ensure complete sync with you

and keep the emotions controlling

six degrees of freedom persistence

certainly defines my real existence

10

the string of belief

though we are miles away from each other

our hearts are too close to even bother

our cultures do not match by any means

but the art of living sparkles all our dreams

we do not even have the same mother tongue

but we converse through our hearts so young

surprisingly our gender is also not the same

but never could extinguish the burning flame

though our religious preferences are also unlike

but the religion of humanity had made us alike

yes, we are different and we are born to deviate

perhaps colour and the creed may also not relate

but this huge pile of differences is just meaningless

as the powerful string of belief is what that binds us

3

my dreams

God! give me that one needle

that can knit beatiful dreams

the one that can create loops

loops of intermeshing emotions

stiched beautifully to perfection

perfect to the desired fantasies

fantacies that make me feel real

without the fear of ripping out

fear can make fall the dreams

like vulnerable castle of sand

I may again suddenly be awake

leaving absolutely nothing with me

with my achy eyes wide open

awaiting yet another opportunity

to dream again and become alive

as the dreams are in my breath

7

the nest of love

I can see a sense of hidden withdrawal

And I sense something beyond the sight

either there is something terribly wrong

or something that is not principally right

but feelings are not slaves to such situations

they emerge out of something really pleasant

you may try to suppress them all forcefully

vigorous emotions may pop out of remnant

there is nothing right or wrong in love code

the unique nest of love has its set of rules

you keep what makes you happier and joyous

those who withdraw due to fear are love fools

all that found loving cannot be always owned

for God has spread the exquisiteness all around

feel the warmth of love and accept all its forms

as when you want love, it can’t be readily found

6

The atmospheric conditions

don’t force me to say yes always

don’t build that uncalled pressure

you appear to be a careless free bird
But I am under atmospheric pressure
Our tropospheric conditions are ripe
There are gusts, thunder and storms
I find it difficult to stay calm
As I undergo disturbances of all forms
You wish an Ionospheric relationship
Where the forces of attraction are high
But I prefer a stratospheric background
Where the uniform temperatures lie
How do we make the atmosphere conducive
To let our love like aeroplane fly smooth
To prevent it from reaching the exosphere
To prevent it from dying an unnatural death

25

death of life

the humans are striving to live their life

the negative forces are too strong to desist

staying alive is the most difficult exercise

probability of tomorrow is ceasing to exist

we succumb to temptation, we succumb to fear

we succumb to worries, we succumb to despair

we keep falling for prey of others opinions of us

survival of fittest became survival of the wicked

though we feel alive and awake holding our breath

but the fact is that life is dying it own natural death

6

Work is worship

rangoli

So, today was the Puja Day (entire day dedicated to worshipping the Almighty) in office. Though I am not a very big supporter of performing religious duties in office or doing the religionisation of the office but I just allow them to go ahead for the only reason that the sentiments of the larger section of the group under my jurisdiction are not hurt. The fundamental principle of my professional life is ‘Work is Worship’ and it many a times fits well even in the personal life. I still fail to understand as to which God will be happy and shower His blessings on you if you leave your work for performing the religious duties.

The Ayudh Puja or the Astra Puja (the worship of weapons) is a grand festival celebrated in India especially the southern India and Karnataka in particular. This is celebrated on the ninth day of the Navaratri (Nine nights) festival.  The weapons do not literally mean the guns or the swords, but the weapons or the tools used by the technicians, engineers, doctors, mechanics or a person involved in any profession, even the computers for share traders, billing clerks etc.). The sentiments towards celebrating are so strong that it reflects in the dedication. Be it the technician, the sweeper, the office boy, the driver or anyone else of that cadre, everyone becomes the master and the expert for the celebration.

Though I had tried my best to ensure that the festive spirit doesn’t affect the day to day work but the enthusiasm of decorating the entire laboratory, making beautiful rangolis, enhancing the decoration with the banana and mango leaves and stems, cleaning the entire area to the maximum permissible extent etc. were the high time consuming tasks that were not possible in half a day or so.  Surprisingly, if there is a holiday on the day of actual puja, the celebration masters shift it to the previous working day with all other factors being the same.

rangoli3

Anyways, I didn’t want to be a show stopper (or a Mahishasura) as I could see that the sub-ordinates are just waiting on the edge to receive a ‘yes’ from me. Even a delicate yes from my side was enough for them to jump from their place and expand their horizons towards the ritual. So I did that with a flyer that any loss whatsoever in the process of puja readiness shall be compensated by the individuals in the subsequent days.

And today from morning the atmosphere was festive.  The boys were in colour dress (we have an uniform) and the girls were wearing the best attire from their collection. The silk sarees (full and half), designers kurtis etc. and were looking gorgeous. Few boys were in traditional kurta payjamas too. I had given a window of half an hour for completing the rituals. Finally at the launch of puja all important tools and instruments (even a laptop) on the dais were arranged and in the process there is tradition of breaking the pumpkin. For this, the white pumpkin if pre-injected with vermilion and stuffed with coins secretly. Then with burning camphor at the top, it is taken outside the main door and smashed to the ground. The pieces thus produced are put on either side of the door. Coconuts are also broken and the puja is complete. The participants were provided with prasadam and then relaxation for the entire day. No work further. Luckily I had my PC supporting me, so I continued working on it and letting others enjoy the freedom.

rangoli1

20

the unreal world

this pretty world is full of ultimate disparities

someone is so rich and someone destitute

Someone is academician, someone illiterate

someone is Godman, someone is prostitute

someone is hale and healthy, someone sick

someone can see the world, someone blind

someone so pretty and someone grotesque

someone so ruthless and someone so kind

if we carry out a sting operation on them

we will find most of them are fraudsters

all the rich always stick to unfair means

and the Godmen are all great impostors

the helping hands are bloodstained

the protectors are the real attackers

humankind has evaporated from earth

the friends too are the backstabbers

nothing in this world is practically real

people are just living to die one day

still they don’t understand the fact

that only humanity is here to stay