You sang for me when I was in cradle:
You rocked my children when they too were in.
The rhythmic sway of the swing to your songs
Soothed the infants to instant bliss!
Oh! How I wish I could continue to be
Like my daughter once said, the best place on earth
The mother’s lap, on your lap
And live a life of heavenly bliss!
Your quote of quotes were maddeningly true
True for then, now and ever
Even as a toddler, what I heard you utter
Ring in my ears, with refreshing bliss!
I remember once, in the exam hall
Unprepared, quite a common occurrence
Paraphrasing a verse, recalling your quote,
Scoring a full, oh! What bliss!
How could I forget those lovely days?
When I’d sit in the kitchen, while you’d dish out yummies
Gossiping about friends, college et al,
Gorging in between, the tummy in bliss!
Kitchen reminds me of your inherent talent
To produce music with pots and pulses
Scripting lyrics, composing songs,
Kitchen Orchestra! To attend is bliss!
Perform you would anywhere and everywhere
For the rich, the poor all for free
Never the one to wish for a return
Your musical note, to hear is bliss!
How we were planning a grand celebration
Your witnessing of a thousand moons!
But plans, God had otherwise for you
For he took you to live with him in bliss!
Oh! Mother dear how I missed you those days
When you suddenly left, with little warning
I cried for days and days together
Not knowing where I could find lasting bliss!
Even today as I pen this down,
Tears well up and pour down my cheeks
For no one in this world can replace you mother
To be on your lap is the ULTIMATE BLISS!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Dreamz fulfilled
I have always wanted to see this,
I have always wanted to see that,
I have always wanted to do this,
I have always wanted to do that,
Before I am taken away
From mother earth.
The wish of a small child,
That grew into adulthood,
Will I ever speak about
Will I ever reveal?
Before I am taken away
From mother earth.
When will I get to see,
How will I ever see?
Who will take me along,
Who will show me around?
Before I am taken away
From mother earth.
It is far, very far away,
It is not anywhere near,
Will I ever in time reach
Across the seas, across the ocean,
Before I am taken away
From mother earth.
You thrust it in my hands, dear child
The means to go, across the waters,
To fly in planes and ride on boats,
To see the dolphins, to see the penguins,
Before I am taken away
From mother earth.
Everyone in this world has such dreams,
But not everyone has been so blessed,
I thank you my children, and my greater half
In making my dreams take shape and come true
Before I am taken away
From mother earth.
I have always wanted to see that,
I have always wanted to do this,
I have always wanted to do that,
Before I am taken away
From mother earth.
The wish of a small child,
That grew into adulthood,
Will I ever speak about
Will I ever reveal?
Before I am taken away
From mother earth.
When will I get to see,
How will I ever see?
Who will take me along,
Who will show me around?
Before I am taken away
From mother earth.
It is far, very far away,
It is not anywhere near,
Will I ever in time reach
Across the seas, across the ocean,
Before I am taken away
From mother earth.
You thrust it in my hands, dear child
The means to go, across the waters,
To fly in planes and ride on boats,
To see the dolphins, to see the penguins,
Before I am taken away
From mother earth.
Everyone in this world has such dreams,
But not everyone has been so blessed,
I thank you my children, and my greater half
In making my dreams take shape and come true
Before I am taken away
From mother earth.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Life - live it!
Life is short
Live every moment
They say.
Is life short?
Isn’t it long?
Isn’t it eternal?
Which life are we talking about?
The life of the body or
The life of the soul?
If there is life after death
And death follows life
Doesn’t it live for ever?
If it is eternal
What is it worried about?
About life or about death?
If god is eternal and
Soul is eternal
Aren’t they equal?
Neither have beginning
Neither have ending
They are for ever and ever and ever
Before after and in between
Continue to live every moment!
Live every moment
They say.
Is life short?
Isn’t it long?
Isn’t it eternal?
Which life are we talking about?
The life of the body or
The life of the soul?
If there is life after death
And death follows life
Doesn’t it live for ever?
If it is eternal
What is it worried about?
About life or about death?
If god is eternal and
Soul is eternal
Aren’t they equal?
Neither have beginning
Neither have ending
They are for ever and ever and ever
Before after and in between
Continue to live every moment!
Sunday, April 4, 2010
The Mighty Ganga Maiya
She flows from north towards east or
She flows from south towards north
You can sit and ponder on her banks
The mighty river, Ganga Maiya!
She is dirty, her waters impure,
With burnt bodies and drowned dead,
The thoughts of the so called wise, thus,
When ignorance is certainly bliss.
She carries the burden of the sins of the world,
Purifies the impure to release from rebirth,
The saviour of those who immerse in her waters,
The mighty river, Ganga Maiya!
People come from far and wide
Take the plunge or take the boat
Capture her in lens or imprison her in pots
Little realizing, she cannot be contained.
She carries with her, many a river
Who pay their tribute on her meandering course;
A course that divides as she vanishes,
The mighty river, Ganga Maiya!
Where did she go? How did she vanish?
Where are the waters? Where are the dead?
What is impure? What is clean?
Perhaps the fish and the turtles can tell.
She is a mother, she gives with love
Be it Hoogly, be it Padma,
She sacrifices herself, for her children
The mighty river, Ganga Maiya!
She flows from south towards north
You can sit and ponder on her banks
The mighty river, Ganga Maiya!
She is dirty, her waters impure,
With burnt bodies and drowned dead,
The thoughts of the so called wise, thus,
When ignorance is certainly bliss.
She carries the burden of the sins of the world,
Purifies the impure to release from rebirth,
The saviour of those who immerse in her waters,
The mighty river, Ganga Maiya!
People come from far and wide
Take the plunge or take the boat
Capture her in lens or imprison her in pots
Little realizing, she cannot be contained.
She carries with her, many a river
Who pay their tribute on her meandering course;
A course that divides as she vanishes,
The mighty river, Ganga Maiya!
Where did she go? How did she vanish?
Where are the waters? Where are the dead?
What is impure? What is clean?
Perhaps the fish and the turtles can tell.
She is a mother, she gives with love
Be it Hoogly, be it Padma,
She sacrifices herself, for her children
The mighty river, Ganga Maiya!
Monday, March 29, 2010
When The Time Comes
Oh! Mother,
You smiled to yourself
You laughed with others
You were beautiful
You were serene
I was in you.
Oh! Mother,
You were warm
You were giving
You taught me feelings
You taught me emotions
I was in you.
Oh! Mother,
You ate for me
You drank for me
You read for me
You listened for me
I was in you.
Oh! Mother
You gave me limbs
You gave me body
You gave me a face
You gave me life
I was in you.
Oh! Mother,
You endured pain
You twisted and turned
You cried out loud
You laughed in pain
Oh! Where am I?
Oh! Mother,
Where am I?
Why am I here?
What did I do?
What did you do?
Answer me!
Oh! Mother!
You are on earth
You are on land,
You can take in food
You can breathe in air,
You are in my heart!
Oh! My child!
You can scale mountains
You can swim upstream
You have your work,
You have to complete
You have my blessings!
Oh! My child!
You have to think
You have to work
You will be given,
What is your due
When the time comes.
Oh! My child!
You smiled to yourself
You laughed with others
You were beautiful
You were serene
I was in you.
Oh! Mother,
You were warm
You were giving
You taught me feelings
You taught me emotions
I was in you.
Oh! Mother,
You ate for me
You drank for me
You read for me
You listened for me
I was in you.
Oh! Mother
You gave me limbs
You gave me body
You gave me a face
You gave me life
I was in you.
Oh! Mother,
You endured pain
You twisted and turned
You cried out loud
You laughed in pain
Oh! Where am I?
Oh! Mother,
Where am I?
Why am I here?
What did I do?
What did you do?
Answer me!
Oh! Mother!
You are on earth
You are on land,
You can take in food
You can breathe in air,
You are in my heart!
Oh! My child!
You can scale mountains
You can swim upstream
You have your work,
You have to complete
You have my blessings!
Oh! My child!
You have to think
You have to work
You will be given,
What is your due
When the time comes.
Oh! My child!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
My Grand Mother Great
No one can ever be like you
No one can do like you did
Dear mother of my mother.
Your rice pot was always full
Feeding as many as they came
How could you and how did you
Wish I had learnt the art from you.
You were the purest of the pure
Clad in white with not a blot
Your lit face with the toothless smile
Could dispel the doubts in any mind.
You were strict, you were stern
You set your rules, you followed them
We dreaded the thought of displeasing you
But towed the line with full of love.
You could see, you could hear
You could walk, you could work
Even as you almost neared
A hundred years, a centurion!
But it was all but two years
You could not see, you were sad
You remembered all, your mind alert
But you were sad, you could not see.
You beseeched God: of your state
You asked him, where you had wronged
He couldn’t answer your fiery quest
But take you with him to his abode.
No one can ever be like you
No one can do like you did
Oh! My dear grandmother.
But before that day you had relaxed your rules.
Once when an outlander visited your home
You left in a huff, to purify yourself
In the holy city, on the festival of lights.
You touched the young, you gave them a pat
You did not mind if they fell on you
You hugged a nun, you allowed a nurse
You taught us in the end, all are same.
No one can ever be like you
No one can do like you did
Oh! Dear great grand mother!
No one can do like you did
Dear mother of my mother.
Your rice pot was always full
Feeding as many as they came
How could you and how did you
Wish I had learnt the art from you.
You were the purest of the pure
Clad in white with not a blot
Your lit face with the toothless smile
Could dispel the doubts in any mind.
You were strict, you were stern
You set your rules, you followed them
We dreaded the thought of displeasing you
But towed the line with full of love.
You could see, you could hear
You could walk, you could work
Even as you almost neared
A hundred years, a centurion!
But it was all but two years
You could not see, you were sad
You remembered all, your mind alert
But you were sad, you could not see.
You beseeched God: of your state
You asked him, where you had wronged
He couldn’t answer your fiery quest
But take you with him to his abode.
No one can ever be like you
No one can do like you did
Oh! My dear grandmother.
But before that day you had relaxed your rules.
Once when an outlander visited your home
You left in a huff, to purify yourself
In the holy city, on the festival of lights.
You touched the young, you gave them a pat
You did not mind if they fell on you
You hugged a nun, you allowed a nurse
You taught us in the end, all are same.
No one can ever be like you
No one can do like you did
Oh! Dear great grand mother!
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
ayam anandaha
Ayam Anandaha
It is a decade and six years
When the world unfolds
Before you.
You are all but sixteen
Sweet sixteen
With dreams unlimited.
The world as we know
Does it allow you
To dream?
You hear of planes that crash
You hear of teens who fall
Into disgrace!
What would you do?
Follow the path, beaten
To conclusion?
Go into a shell
To make a home
Worthless?
Or open up and reveal
To the world
The pearl!
Rise above all
Make your own way
Challenge the world.
You have to decide
Who you are, what you are
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I have decided
Who I am and what I am
Ayam Anandaha!
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