Thursday, February 17, 2022

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.



Sunday, December 26, 2021

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!

    

    


    

    

       





Tuesday, December 31, 2019

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.




Wednesday, July 20, 2016

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.

Monday, February 15, 2016

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.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

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.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

about inception

A dream beckons 
in the night 
Of possibilities 
and what might. 

A future bright 
lies beyond the gate 
Attempting to tempt 
a tempting fate. 

All realities that bind 
you and me 
In a way that 
I do not want to see 

A bind that unties us 
Is the bind that unites us. 
Bound by realities 
Freed by possibilities 
When hopes are rarities 
Take refuge in dream cities