My Travails With Click |||

I am wondering

What should I say

What a Camera is..

 

When I was young

They took pictures

Umpteen of them..

 

Or so I felt

Even though I

Count by digits

 

As I grew up

I started to use

FAST

(Focus, Aperture, Speed and Time)

 

Does it sound like

Collecting apples

Under an apple tree,

 

As the sunsets into West

And moon shines through

The terrain until the pinnacle

 

So, colored films

Kashmir tours

Lal Quila and Qutub Minar

Girls in colors, with vaccination

 

Sunset reflections of friends

Near Dal Lake and Amritsar

The delicious Dhabewala’s alu-roti

 

I had to leap through the times

Over half a century or almost 3/4^th

Digital camcorders to androids

 

Droid says AI

Why oh my!

It was cute when I was 5!

Shadows Of The Past; Weighing Into The Now

Many nights are gone

Never know to where

A distant past, still exists

Sometimes the fragrance

Kindles some memories

You can never know why

As the future's hiding so shy..

Certain things just happen

You would never imagine

That your very own shadow

Might lead you into a dungeon

Why the things that worry you,

Are merely shadows too,

Of past weighing into the now,

Nowhere do you find them  

Never would you ever know

 

 

Just A Statement

I will not ask your permission

If I like to say how much you mean to me

There may come a day, where even

taking a breath at the same time and space

as you walked may be a precious thing

May be one moment you may be shining

with the stars as the shining shimmering

dust may carry us both elsewhere.

Tonight, we are here, on earth, living.

Thank you, mother earth!

Ridges and Crests

Yesterday I was full of emotions

With the thoughts of old acquaintances

Just couldn’t take anymore than most

Asking Him why must I always Trust?

Memories as old as several lifetimes

Flowing like river Mississippi in floods

Neither Harvey not Katrina

Could compare with the turmoil

I may have slithered in my memories lost

Like the rivers’ flood gates were opened for crest

His thoughts and remembrances crawling into

My flowing thoughts, a history as if

Flowing out of palms, right in front of the eyes!

No not sadness, nor is that joyous,

Bursting into flames of memories

Long buried, it seems as if yesterday

Although I deem it’s not any holiday

I reminisce day or night, not knowing

It is a lifetime may be a quarter century

Or nearly a spree, sinking into myself

Counting, ready, one, two and three

River Nile to Jordan, and beyond Mississippi

My thoughts flow as if it is all the way Ganges..

Oh river Brazos, my sister and my ethos

You know me perfectly, how I yearn to see yo

Every micro particle of sand under my feet

Walking across the river bed or on the sea shore

Stars looking down as I lay down sleeping

Staring at your shimmering shining sparkling galore

Oh lovely maiden of sleeplessness and brilliance

Sharing the stories of your splendor

You keep me smiling,, living and staying

Even as I miss Him, my knight in shining armor

Here comes the delight, when I saw a message

On one of the platform, caused by a glitch

It was a surprise, to see that he thought

Of me or my presence, even if fleeting

My memories, gasped in disbelief and joy

But I dare not wish him, it does not appear wiser

Or sane thing to get back in the narrow path

Binding us into blissful sorrows, it is only nice

To say I am sorry, was that a hacker, sharing

A hugging pair in a chain of valentine’s wishing

Neither him nor I were rude to break the silence

We oathed to keep, unspoken and unsung

Millennia may pass, and lives may come and go

But we stand for our solitude to keep the life going

Silently the Mississippi River goes on rolling

These stories are just some playful ideas of someone

Higher and superior to all living beings

As the world keeps moving and dreams keep shattering

Only to realize, this is the way of the Param Atman Aum...

Aham

I Am

A traveler I am.

 Like the Sun in the East

Going towards West, a seeker I am

Village I came from has a Church, Mosque and Temple.

Back then, we celebrated eid, X-Mas and Makar-Sankranth

With same fervor, zeal and enthusiasm celebrating love!

Celebrating humanity and sharing happiness, praying the Lord above!

Above all, we all prayed, shared and stood for one and all who is Him,

In unison, we pray to the one and only who always says, I Am

Forever. “I Am”

The Eternal Song

What a pity it is, that, some songs

Are left unsung and unheard

These songs, now so rare

Some were sweet, some bitter

A mother's melodious voice

Singing a sweet lullaby as can be

Childhood sprouting from

The sleep of peaceful dreams

With the playful games,

Bringing joy and happiness

I remember hearing songs

Patriotic and inspiring

Energizing one with a spirit

Of action, performing duty

Making one reach goals

Loving the scenes from

Mountains to rivers,

Waterfalls to lakes

Songs turning obstacles

To move the mountains,

And reach every summit

I heard songs full of energy

To touch the skies and stars above

Life took turns and going in cycles

People changed, values degraded

Rules bent without passion

Yes, there was a song 

With one point to prove,

Victory of good with a Celestial song.

Still, hoping that the unfinished song

Keeps on going, on and on.

 

Don't Feign Care, When You Don't!

Some songs unsung, unheard

Do stay on as if they are eternal

If there is something remaining

Gone are the bonds …

                 Of even that last thread

Sand castles, go hide and seek,

Catch me are not just games from childhood

You are preparing to see the dreams

Over and over again being created and destroyed,

just as the world is recreated so many times

You pretend to pour love

Measuring moments spent

In pennies and quarters, dimes and dollars

You measure families, as though commodities

You have reached a wrong door

Pray you find your path back.

Back where we all have arrived,

From that eternal home

Where Mother Goddess raises

All the folks with love not poison

With care not jealousy or horror

Seek Her, the Mother, of all

The most generous kind and loving

Ever nurturing mother earth,

care her so she can protect you, not pretend!

What Remains To Tell

Everything else passes through time

Art alone remains to tell that story

Nothing remains except dust or slime

Everything else passes through time

Justice served for a crime in its prime

Bringing them down from fame and glory

Everything else passes through time

Art alone remains to tell that story

Time To Wake Up, Krishna!

Jai SriKrishna, wake up, its morning!

Look! Its time, the birds are cooing

Why, even the bees are up, and buzzing

Jai SriKrishna, wake up, its morning!

Humanity is lost in darkness pervading

Larks are flying, the cows are mooing 

Jai SriKrishna, wake up, its morning!

Look! Its time, the birds are cooing

  

trial of my first triolet on tell

In hope that you hear, I tell you dear

Life is but a bubble of joy if you let 

It brightens as you do well for all, far or near

In hope that you hear, I tell you dear

You can be loving and caring, do not fear

Be joyful as you care with love; grim nor fret!

In hope that you hear, I tell you dear

Life is but a bubble of joy if you let 

a Can Do Attitude

A broken vessel

Looks like a well

Bottomless, rimless pit

A broken shell

Has water full

Of residue from

Three rivers

One is dried up

Second needs to be born

Finding it’s way

Down the winding mountain

Third river being

Cluttered and unclean

Boil that water

Purify the filth

Redo the base,

Recover the edges

Dry it and save it

For future to shine

In the clear water

Undo the clutter

For the birds

For the butterflies

To flutter their wings

Carrying souls with a ‘Can do’ spirit

A Nonet Starts With Nine Syllables

On some days nothing seems to be right

Sometimes things go hazy or dull

Wishing it was shining bright

Day goes helter skelter

No reason or rhyme

Don't complain

Grin and bear

Dreamer

Gleam!

 

Shell

It’s a story of a well

In a remote place where the kings dwell

Girls couldn’t be in a shell

 

No matter it is three

Or a week into thirty three

It’s a girl, a Shree

 

While still in growing spells

Tissues and organs with tiny little cells

Bodies that can’t hear bells

 

Pulled out of slumber

From the mother's number

A bed of dark umber

 

There are thousands

Hanging in the deep seated bands

With no legs or hands

 

 Into the earth's womb

They travel into their dark tomb

Mom can not even comb

 

If by chance you hear

Baby girl’s cries, as the winds tear

With softness of a shear

 

‘Ma Lakshmi! the baby’s here!’

Alas in her world lasting a mere

Couple of cries to hear…

 

She is sent home

Into the milky ocean, with an Aum

Chanting as she drowns

 

Little does she know

The wells In that village show

Through the wind or snow

 

Not only to God’s name

But to the stars and soundless game

Those keep dumping the fame

 

There is no hiding

No, nothing dreading from abiding

It’s going sliding..

 

 

 

 

 

Music and Dance

What have you earned

Swirling around, round and round

With your tunes circling the earth 

To moon and back,

A million views, a million  feelings

Twining them around your little finger

Hey Krishna

What have you earned?

Krishna What have you learned and taught.

Once on the left

Once on the right

You touch lightly with your

 shining peacock feathers

As the wind blows continuously

With no break as you

Play my heart and think

It is your constantly 

Playing game of 'go

Seek and find' oh Lord Krishna!

What do you earn teaching and preaching

 from birds to calves to  creatures remaining

Joining hands in a circle and playing

Your Raaga raagnis of yore

Linking to the farthest and wishing

You are here everyday

To play and sway and realize

I am nothing more than 

A mound of clay,

That you beat to malliate me under the feet of fate

That keep playing thaa dir dir

Thana dir dir thaa dir dir thaat..

Taking away the best of kindred

Gone are the greatest performers

From Ravi Shanker to Alla Rakha, 

Gone are beyond Tansen or Bismillah Khan to Zakir Hussein

As you Play Your Murali,

Swirling the wind through our wind pipes 

letting the breath chant Krishna 

with every breath of mine to thine..

Life Is A Joy, Enjoy..

My first cup of tea, I was sipping,
Early on a lazy Sunday morning
Saw a young girl playing by the lake
All alone, neither assuming nor fake

She was jumping with joy
Seeing the ducklings walk by
As the mother duck lead the way.
In my book, joy is when work is done.

Since many a time work is still remaining
Pure joy is something that I need to realize..
Not concerned about deadlines, nor targets
That limit the creativity inside their groves
I need to remember the sheer joy of love

Loving the birds, animals and mother earth
Feeling the tiny raindrops drizzling on face
As I walk by the fountains or soak in the rain
Picking up the fresh flowers from the garden
Whatever I do, when nature's showing a heaven

Alas! My imagination cannot go far,
Since I have left my childhood so afar
Winning and losing is a play back then
Life adjusts into an unassuming routine
The spirit left behind, in timeless turbine

There are moments when one can rejoice
Life need not always be an island of thorns
However small that one might realize
Indeed a friendly gesture, will not just please..
It will be giving every hope and a life with roses

Emotionless although everything is a chore
I remember my life indeed was lively encore
Watching on lakeside some kids uproar
I realize the little girl is not alone any more,
My joy returned, as I felt happy unto my core

రఘునందన

రఘునందన 

ఘన రఘునందన 

కోసలచందన స్మితవదన

సుగుణ గుణగణ సద్గుణ చారణ 

త్రిగుణాతీత త్రిభువనతారణ త్రిజగదుధ్ధారణ 

సుమన సేవన త్రినయన వందన బుధజన పోషణ క్లేషహరణ 

అభినందన జన అభివందన ఘన నందనందనా సుందరవదనా మానససదనా

Perhaps

World moves

As it revolves

All else does

With seasons,

Leaving reasons

Toiling our spirits

We move forth

Boys and girls

Turn into people

Learning skills

I believe, everything

Changes with ones

Hope, faith and vision

I suppose..

Another Day

Endless nights

Giving so many shivers

 As are infinte stars

Clouds hanging 

Close to earth curling

With dancing lives

As Usual, In Your Passion

I think of you, as always

Telling myself, I am determined to sing

Lyrics somehow seem to be missing 

Nether do I know the tune or a thing.

On days when it rains

Listening to the thunder

I think of you as going in your 

Golden chariot across the clouds

The pool of water drenching me

I think of you showering with me

Rain brings such perfume from the earth

Filling the world in its aromatic breeze

It is so intoxicating and I can not feel anything 

Other than your sweet love that I bathe in

As you are surrounding me everywhere, anytime

Water drops or whiff of wind gently touching

Pigeons are quiet as the night approaches

So are the birds that came from distance

I see some lonely birdlings crying for food

Some are still trying for shelter 

Having outgrown the nest they grew in

They need a mate of their own

So their babies can share the world

That you so lovingly  created as you

For you protect the beings with life or without,

Narayana, name one thing that isn’t you

You being  the mom, dad, baby and their call

You are their food in the Spring Summer or Fall

Across oceans, meadows, or mountains tall

In all, baby I see you, yet you are so evasive of all!

Hold me Krishna, so I may not ever wander

Not knowing wither you are.. my sweet love!

This, One More..

May be I forgot

How you look

May be I do not recall

Having you ever met

It is OK life is too small to fret

On times I remember dreams

That brought us together 

Walking hand in hand

Over the bridge across the lake

My mind tells me that it is

Just another day where

I simply do not hail

When we ever had our eyes set

Clashing each others thoughts

In a hazy mist and took me away

As we were lost in the thin air 

Of less than nothingness…

That means O Krishna, everything

Forever yours!