Das Leben ist Kampf

 for the friends of mine....who shall soon chase their greener dreams  [here n elsewhere]....who have achieved what they worked for....who have struggled and yet never lost hope nor faith...


There was a time in my childhood,
when i believed I could fly....
A lil hope, a lil effort I thought i should
make it there n soar high in the sky

As i grew older the world  around grew too
outwards, inwards, with chasms and peak
my path changed but my dream remained true....
my skys still out there, it calls me to seek



Like the angry river in a deathly spate,
the going got tough, them times changed
i bothered nay triviality,luck nor fate....
I was brave......I stood apart and led the high ground


My dreams are still the great blue and white
My wings now is the efoort that'll carry me home
My destination sheens like heavens in a starry night
and then the razen villages shall rise to be rome

of temptations.......

Those eyes, magnificent they are, free like the skies
Captivated, I drew close, maddened and overjoyed,
The prisoner, who escapes and sights motherland....
The silver arrows, rushing to the earth from gray bows....

Those eyes, pools of love, set fire to bare ice
Keep me warm, keep me loved, slightest the gaze
I ask of it its sculpture in stone, living forever,
etched in all hearts, on a pedestal deified

Those eyes, sad they can be, tears but dries
Have i hurt them so ? Am i loved  no more ?
Deep though they are, gray they now be
Like the moon that is luminous but cold in its ease........

Those eyes, they betray, a poison, a sea of lies !
They are two rings of cold fire, a broken lyre
A mermaids song they hummed so sweet,
And left my being, my soul so incomplete.......

A monsoon wedding........

 Weddings have always been among my favorite occasions to attend. The hustle-bustle in weddings starts eons before the actual month of the ceremony. It's fair to say that these occasions are more festive than are official festivals [!!!]....


My bro Aditya is gettin married this June.....somebody who is the epitome of an older brother....calm.... composed.....knowledgeable.....extremely intelligent.....very fraandliee.......and armed with a smile that can evaporate anger like ethyl alcohol left open in a bottle......something thats kinda....unimaginable for us, the pesky younger lot.....for we shall alwys know him only as a dada.......a dude......[a duda is not acceptable].....

Here's my tribute to my dada and my bowdi......whom i greet with my zany smile......[remeber....I'm the all important pesky bratty brother in law....I'm very important]

here we go....another painful poetry that blows my head away



Come my friends,lend ears, hear my call
Grace this occasion, come one and all.
For two lives shall now be lived one...
Heavens shower n bless em both, chariots of sun


Raindrops shall pat the earth, a musical hum
We'll wring in all freshness, the joy We'll sum
The land of wisdom does call us close
Celebration of two lives does bind us close

The bride blushes red n deep as the rose bloom
For she knows her heart,bonded yet,soars o'er the moon
Bonded to a man who shall treasure her above all,
Who shall keep sacred her happiness, however small


Come my friends, loudly let us lend cheer
For theres no good time nor place than here
The elders shall bless them good health, 
a good life of happiness and everlasting health

The times, they said they are to change,
A generation shall pass values, roles , their range
But ideals have always been held aloft,
a crown and bonds have been the jewels craft

Come my friends, let us now celebrate
A relation that wast etched on stone, in fate
Them couple has a heart thats bigger than the sea
Let us celebrate together ADITYA and RIMI