Sunday, August 4, 2013

Of Different Strokes in Life


This is the story of a guy who was a jolly go happy, fun loving, living his own moments, sentiments, with high sense of self-discipline, god fearing, having esteem respect for elders, for they may be relatives or outsiders.  He took no chances in life, believed more in hard work and little in luck or favours.  Always giving the best in every walk of his life.  Took duty as responsibility and lived with a smile, as thy hate conflicts in life.   

If you get a feel, how metaphysical a life it was, hold your breath, you are mistaken, because it was only good when he was still a bud to himself. 

 It pains to pen, it pains to pen, but life is good, when you are only a bud.

                                As life begins to bloom,
                                spouse giggles to gloom,
                                Imagine, thy fate begins to doom.          

                Pigs too will have their petals open,
                As they turn old, life begotten
                Imagine, thy dreams forgotten.
                          
                                When your own petals cry foul,
                                And spouse stir the upset soul,
                                Imagine, thy life with upside down goal.

                Accepting people as they are is greatest noble,
                wanting them as you need is ignoble,
                Imagine, thy life’s like reading before deaf a bible.  
 
                               As your own family distance they keep,
                               in peace let one poor poet sleep,
                               Imagine, thy never made a single bleep.
 
                Don’t be surprised, if you find my epitaph says to end all frays,
                “Patience is the garden where hope cultivates faith and love thrives on peace”
                Alas, its only a tombstone that says so not the people around in grace.

For its dawn of thy life’s fret,
                          Ha ha, as you learnt that “death begins with life’s first breath”,
                        Imagine, "life begins at the touch of death".

                It pains to pen, it pains to pen, but life is good, when you are a bud.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

My Tribute to Bhagawan Sri Satya Sai Baba -- on this 24th April 2011



Baba in my life till date, I have heard you, read you, saw you in TVs yet how unfortunate I could not see you in person. I still remember my childhood day learnings which my mother read out to me about your values from 'Sanathana Saradhi' magazine.  Those values of yours, the direction to the youth and mankind got deeply implanted in my heart like that of Rama Bhanam. I was filled and charged with those teachings of yours and I only believed, preached or practiced selflessly till date that service with love is beyond god and it alone will make one feel the god.  Times when there was no escape from these worldy worries, it was you who patted and brought me back to track saying there is lot to do, else, I don't know how many times I died in this life till date for the miseries I passed through.

All my life till now, I lived with the courage and inspiration you have discreetly promoted in me, and I will live my balance life with the same confidence and faith till life eternal or an opportunity to meet again. Today this 24th April, 2011 my grief knew no bounds when I learned about your Samadhi Stithi.

I know not what I was when you were in the avatar of Sri Shirdi Sai Baba, I know not if I shared a life with you in that avatar.  But Baba, I consider myself fortunate to have lived with you though I could not visit your abode, I am happy of sharing "Pruthwi, Aapas, Tejo, Vayur, Akasat" --- the earth, the water, the light, the air and the sky with you in this life of mine.  Those of your bhakthas who were closely associated with you might pass through the pangs of seperation, but I never miss you as I always adored you in my heart and will do so the rest of my life. 

I know not if I get a chance to serve you, but walking in the path shown by you, serving with love as learnt from you, I will surely reach you to serve one day.

Aum Sai Ram, Aum Sai Ram, Aum Sai Ram........ Baba with love from this devotee.......... a tearful adieu...

Friday, February 18, 2011

In Quest of Love

Stay yet A While
(a man in the graveyard with his lady love in had, he says 'stay yet a while my dear.......)

Stay yet a while,
Speak to me once again,,
Kiss me so long , But as a kiss may last.
That kiss shall make all thoughts survive,
Like food for our sweet memory kept alive.

Stay back and speak again and again to my heart.
Stay yet a while, Stay yet a While …. …. ….


Ask me to Stay yet a While
(the wishpers from the souls .....)

(he says)
As far art thou, my lass,
So deep in luve am I,

(her soul says)
And I will luve thee my dear,
Till the seas gang dry.
And the rocks melt by the sun!
While the sands o’life shall run.

And fare thee wheel, my luve,
Till you ask me to Stay yet a While,

And I will come again, my dear,
Tho’ it were ten thousand miles!

I Did Not
(he remembers his younger days when they started living together....)

Twas a new feeling – something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hit not;
We saw it in each other’s eye,
And wished, it every half-breathed sigh,
To speak, but did not.

You felt my lips’ impassioned touch ---
Twas the first time we dared so much,
And yet you chide not’
But whispered o’er my burning brow,
“Oh, do you doubt, I love you now?”
“Oh, Sweet Soul ! I did not” I did not........(doubt)


Good Night My Love!
(lingering in his yester year memories, he goes to bed to meet her in dreams....... and he dies)

As I am saying good night at the end of the day,
And you are not here, but many miles away,
My heart is so empty and so
lonely inside,
As I wipe away a tear I am trying to hide.

I close my eyes and try to go to sleep,
But with the sadness inside I begin to weep.
Suddenly I remember what you once said to me,
Just meet me in the stars, waiting for you I will be.

When distance tends to keep us apart,
Remember I still hold you near in my heart.
When the night together, can't be ours,
Just close your eyes and meet me in the stars.

Remembering those words, I begin to smile,
And gently close my eyes, lessening the miles.
I can see the stars, oh how beautifully arranged,
But you are not there, no hug to exchange.

I sit alone waiting, with hope in my heart,
No longer wanting to be kept apart.
Suddenly in the distance, a shadow appears,
A tear rolls down my face and the image is clear.






When You Are Old (Veer Zara like)
(this poem nerrates the pangs of separation of two lovers, when,
she gets married forcebly to some else, yet her heart with him.............)

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of our soft look
Your eyes had once, and of the memories deep;
(this book means – this poem)
(dream of our soft look means – our sweet memories)

                    How many loved your moments of glad grace,
                   And loved your beauty with love false or true,
                   But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, 
                   And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
                          (pilgrim soul means – though she is married to someone else, her soul pilgrims around her most loved one)
                          (sorrows of changing face means – the pangs of separation from loved one getting married to some one else)

                   My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, --
                   No, --- nor my lips freed laughter since ‘farewell’,
                   And with the day, distance again expands
                   Voiceless between us, as an uncoiled shell.

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of our soft look
Your eyes had once, and of the memories deep;

                   How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
                   She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;
                   She taught me Touch, that opened life from grim,
                   She taught me Laugh, to live and laugh, hand in hand.


When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of our soft look
Your eyes had once, and of the memories deep;

                    Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
                    She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
                   My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
                   Her several parts could keep a pure repose,

                   Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
                   I’m martyr to a motion of our own;
                  What’s freedom for? To know  eternity.
                  But who would count eternity in days?

                  Till then, lets live in Hope, for hope is a thing,
                 With feathers, that perches in the soul how to sing,
                 A tune without words, and never stops at all,
                 Never stop to live in hope, till we unite in all.

Old bones live to learn the wanton ways:
I measure time by how a body sways.
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.
(how a body sways means – die and meet in another life or in this life)

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of our soft look
Your eyes had once, and of the memories deep;

Stay yet A While
(Emotions of a man in solitude when his lady love dies and he holds her in hand and says.....)

Stay yet a while,
Speak to me once again,,
Kiss me so long , But as a kiss may last.
That kiss shall make all thoughts survive,
Like food for our sweet memory kept alive.

Stay back and speak again and again to my heart.
Stay yet a while, Stay yet a While …. …. ….

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Romance in Rain forest...... getting wild, here you go.. a trip to Taman Safari, Indonesia

Romance in Rain forest...... getting wild, here you go...


An interesting place I went couple of weeks back “Taman Safari” in Indonesia. A well maintained wild- life safari (not a sanctuary). You can see the Komodo dragon, Cowboy show, oh, those lovely penguins from Antarctica among other tourist eye catchers.

Hmmmm.... the nature walk into the wild and beautiful equatorial rain forests which I can never forget. A must go place if you are a true nature lovers and in quest of tranquillity. The chirping of the birds, and the frisking branches and the giggling birds around you with the far away whooping waterfalls ....... I’m getting poetic here.....

Bye...

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Different Ways to Change Management – “Knowing Yourself”

If you hold a leadership position, it is important to understand your nature and the way you choose to work as it has significant impact on your organization development, whether you know it or not. Are we separate from our organizations, as third party observers.  We have to quickly become an integral part of our Organization’s system -- the way the people and processes in the organization work with each other on a recurring basis. So much so, it is critical that you have a good understanding / Knowing of yourself, including your biases (we all have them), how you manage feedback and conflict, how you like to make decisions and solve problems, how you naturally view organizations, your skills as a change agent in the organization etc.