Post Trumpatic Stress Disorder

Post Trumpatic Stress Disorder

A Deal with The Devil you know

So you reap, as you sow

Choices have consequences

On milk and eggs, on fences and offenses.

We traded ideals for deals,

A fair trade for value meals.

Closed our eyes to the raid on capitol

AND OPENED OUR MINDS TO THE RANTS IN CAPITAL.

Blinded to many a nefarious affair

Not the cycle to worry about just and fair.

Not the time for inflated ideas

It’s time for a touch of the Midas. In

Lost we are as a nation

When everyday we are forced to ration

Do away with old and feeble

We prefer the strength of no scrupule.

When you are a President 

You set a new precedent. 

Escalate a spat or grab a cat

Extract a stormy vengeance, a tit for tat.

Unite the right, untie the nets.

Unleash the trumpets, the loyalist trump pets.

Tariffs the imports,  illegals to deport,

Taxes to invert, facts to distort.

Climate change's a hoax,

The shepherd needs to be a fox

We believe in Drill baby Drill

To reduce our current bill.

Put in your trust in the tyrant, triumphant

Train your muskets to safeguard the elephant.

Here's to a new tomorrow, with an old view

Once again, a dreadful deja vu

The Second amendment

Is our holy commandment,

Thoughts and prayers, poses and proses,

Will always follow Guns n Roses

Your body, but it's my choice

Your voice is nothing but noise.

The mandate ends all debate

We'll make America Great.

We trust orange man

The only man with concepts of a plan. 

And We will reclaim our pace

As greatest in the race.

As the greatest race.

Aryan and Meena - rhymes with Nanna

We are going on a drive,

For miles twenty five,

Listening to radio live

into 680 South, we dive!

We stop at red light!

The day is bright.

Meena wants to bite,

Nanna says dont fight!

We traveled too far,

In our mazda car,

We're stuck in a jam,

that's not in a jar.

Welcoming 2022

It's a day of joy and cheer,

The backend bookend for the year.

When Santa comes in his sleigh with deer 

The future adorns a hopeful veneer.

    The past fades, in a snap,

    those fleeting, ephemeral stories.

    Do they empower or do they sap?

    those fading humors, horrors and furies.

A new Sun hides, just beyond the veil

with new stakes for every head and tail.

What will you take a chance on?

To feel, to seal or to heal!

    So lets mask our fears,

    and mend our tears.

    Store away our rage,

    and restore our courage.

    Lets bring out the fireworks

    and mark our runups.    

    Wax poetic on our dreams

    while we bury viral rivalries.

Lets engage with another year

A New Year, with a kind ear

with a diverse vision

not endless division.

Lets start something truly new

And welcome 2022!

    

    

    

    

       

Welcoming 2020

As the welcoming screams, whistles, fireworks for a new year (and a new decade, no less) surround our serene apartment in my home from multiple sets of rowdy youngsters, enthusiastic party animals and high spirited spiritualists, I wake myself up from my own metaphorical stupor.  I'm awake, but lost in thoughts.  I forget where I was or what I was doing at the start of the last decade, but I try to remember the things and people lost and found over the last year.  My last month has been at home (though I reside elsewhere), with family, travel, food and shopping taking up all the time.  I found myself realizing that I hardly had time to reflect and react to a year gone by, a year that vanished like the mist on a bright winter day, like the smoke from the agarbathis - I felt its fragrance and its smell, but I couldn't hold on to it.  And now the year past is nothing more than a polaroid picture in reverse - a fast fading picture of jumbled memories.

I have lamented multiple times, to same and different people, that the times are moving too fast.  I am no Einstein, but as things move faster, time should slow down.  But these days, life is moving fast, and so does time.  May be I have stopped perceiving time, stopped to stoop and smell the flowers, stopped to marvel at the life around, stopped to revel in nothingness, stopped to ... stop.  I miss writing, I miss inspirations, I have become a passive observer of things, and letting life flow through me, rather than taking life for a ride.  So, I will try make amends.  I will try making resolutions, and try keeping them. And you keep me honest.

My Resolutions:

1.  Take time to update the blog - atleast once every 2 weeks (may be every pay day).
2.  Connect and Reconnect with friends and extended family.
3.  Play tennis atleast once a week - anywhere.
4.  Go to gym for 30 minutes atleast twice a week.
5.  Learn something new every couple of months [even simple things].
6.  Start volunteering.

So, here's to stopping to smell the roses, writing a blog on it, telling my cousins about it, and my new tennis / gym partners, may be learn to grow a rose tree and teaching that to school kids.

BIG GOALS.... Baby steps. Wish me luck.

Sonrise

You are our every sunrise

You are our every sunset

You are our every triumph

Of our every drop of blood, tears and sweat.

You are our every moment

Our very fiber and filament

You are the glowing light

At the end of our every tunnel

You are the winner

Of our every debate

You are the karma

Of our eternal fate.

You are the twinkle in our eyes

The dimple beside our smiles

You are the joy of our dreams

You are the boy of our dreams.

Watching you grow

Is to see our future unfold

Is to see our life unwrap

Is to see our dreams unravel.

And we just can’t wait

For every first and second of it.

Jab we met

That day we met,
I was Newton
I discovered gravity
With my heart falling.

We got engaged
And I was Pauli
We were two charged particles
Cohabiting, with different spins

We got married...
I was a Bohr,
But you were a Curie
And together we combined
Two half-life s full of radio activity.

And now, we are traveling
Through space and time
Witnessing the ripples and gravitational waves
Creared by our beta particle
Our own God particle
Who gives our whole space time
A whole new mass
A while new meaning.

Glass and the Mist

Looking at the glass of water I wondered if it was half empty or half full And then looking at the reflection in mirror I wondered if I was a half wit or a half fool! I asked the glass “What do you think! Do you wish you were filled up to the brink? Do you wait for the water to go down the sink? Or hope to be held to the lips for a drink?” I didn't know if the glass looked at me and smiled Or if it looked at me and sighed! But I thought I heard it say “What a weird question for the day. Neither am I half empty, nor half full I hold a lot of things, but there's never a lull Whether I hold water at the bottom or upto the brim I also hold the air, the sunshine and the shrink's dream! I stand on the table, able and tranquil, Holding on to my share of the fill Waiting patiently for water, air and sunshine Or for the thirsty lips thine”. At that moment, I looked at the mirror The “mist” around me, seemed to disappear Life isn't half empty or half full. Its about finding peace in our share of fill.