..amn't I Glad?


Fiddling with my shoe lace..
I notched my sleeves onto my socks..
Yeah,
I looked up;
Oh.. Audaciously gorgeous,
I gasped.

Did I tell you that you are pretty?
Did I exclaim??
Oh..
I missed, perhaps
I was too cajoled to say,
I loved you..

Bootless inquisitions are all over..
So are we!

Resistance


The propulsive crater,
A broken ground..
A Tsunami..
They're beaten, shattered..
A crusade lost..

An enigmatic vista,
Snow cladded peaks,
And cold hearts..
A hot scorchy noon..
And a heated soul..

Caressing the roar of the sea,
Cold blue thrashes the gorges..
The escapes narrower..
I find nostalgia..
I find Resistance..

In The Dark


The dark sky, seems darker..
Clouds encompassing the gargantuan..
Gloom its camouflage..
Life its victim..

Every hyacinth in search of a drop of dew..
Eyes hunt a honeyed moon,
Stars twinkle behind the foggy mass,
Life a bud, errupts.

I quivered..
With the slightest glimpse..

Looking Through


The rattle of the rails,
I saw naked kids bathe in the rain,
A few drops hit the glass,and dripped down..
Nature's hazy Extravaganza..

Rivulets raced..
The fields were greener..
Meadowy lush..
Life's ecstasy at nature's abash..

I looked through the window..
I saw life ahead..

Innocence


I find in the eyes of the maiden,
That you might live with,
I lie on the lap of an anxious turmoil,
I love to live, but..

I owe the heart,
Caressing the naughty emotions,
I adore the moist music of the zephyr..
With every tinkle of the dew..

Mores of the urban mortals,
Are hardly deciphered,
Innocence lies in the eyes..
In them love reside..

More you think, you succumb to live..
The more you observe, you live life,
Innocence deciphers life,
Are you innocent ?

Fatigue

Wish I could think like a moron,
I would have been no hero,
Nor am I.. Nor do I wish to..
Then why do I live if I am no different?

Difference in mind,
Is no difference..
All I in my heart and soul,
Is an altering nuisance

I owe my life to myself..
I go by my instincts..
I love being different,
I name love .. but it stings..

Notions of life are all blurred,
Give me a soul who is SURE,
I am no writer,
Its juxtaposed fatigue that breeds..

Princess: Or Am I Dreaming?


'M awestruck!! by the very gleam,
Oh! What a lit face,
Sweet enough to catch a beat,
Lovely! A moment of solace..

A lady in green,
An adolescent charm, a spark..
The brightness in her eyes,
Lit a beautiful, in the dark.

As a cast from a fairy tale,
Smiling,
A negotiation with divinity,
Felt, a heaven, over me was falling..

Her presence made me feel so small,
Metaphorically a barbaric decline,
That my heart squeezed to say,
'She is mine'..

On went the world, hurting
This priceless element of beauty,
I saw tears roll down those soft-shiny cheeks,
I felt I wasn't mighty.

Closed a closet full of emotions,
Ran myself over,
Desiring her happiness..
Made her smile come back forever..

Power Or Not?


‘The Hare and The Tortoise’ - A radical and more or less a compelling shift from ‘The Tiger and The Elephant' paradigm.


While it was no less than a century ago, that an Indian was valued for his intellect or was considered as an envious presence in the global discussions, be it business or art. Was it before the long strides of Swami Vivekananda in the Chicago conference? Or was it during Tagore’s Nobel acclamation? Or was it as recent as C.K. Prahalad’s mastery over business that India won its fame?

It took the world a second global depression to believe that, when foundations are made strong, and family planning is weak, and when a country mothers a million millionaires using brains, it sure survives.


Without clouding ourselves with the feeling of blind patriotism, let’s consider the fact that not only the man power, but the quality of man power is what separates India from the rest of the over-population. Are we always backed by innovation? The answer is an obvious NO, but we sure are aware about what is right and where does this right takes us to.


In a country with 307,006,550 people of which 70% doing the right thing at the right time still has the less count than a country with 1,139,964,932 people of which only 40% are doing the same. This does back the success of a country and no wonder the cloud of being the 2nd or the 3rd world country is getting clear and its bright summer in India when the world is still moping off the snow of depression. The global leaders and thinkers who thought the East India Company went on in vain now realise how wrong they had been, and also what could have been better. To add to this, India is not only a consumer land but also a cost effective production zone that can add value to the global economic and social infrastructure at a simple cost. 

Neither was Rome built, nor was this made possible in a day. The restricted and refrained standards of living paid off making the nation robust to stand as a giant, blocking a corrosive couple year downturn. Global markets have been foreseeing India and China as the two world powers and the final shift of paradigm proving it right has arrived and I am no less than basking in pride to be an Indian.