Monday, December 31, 2018

I wonder why it happens so

I wonder why it happens so
You are never in the know
The mind breaks all barriers
Chasing wishes like harriers

I’m truly happy with no one about 
That I’m sure without a doubt
But then why do I keep 
Remembering her before I sleep

I’m not the inquisitive type
Listening to gossip and tripe
Instead of raising my brow
I seek stories of her on the go

If I don’t have expectations
I will have no dejections
Yet with a sigh and moan
Look at her photo in the phone 

It’s a constant thought 
Love it is surely not
I wonder why it happens so
You are never in the know

Monday, January 30, 2017

Trees!

A tree has different meanings
For people of different leanings
Some share a wonderful bond
For others it is a source of fund

A source of shade for a walker
For birds and insects it is a shelter
Sacred for some communities
Others treat it like commodities

Trees give us clean air
Sometimes also a lair
There is also some food
But for the greedy its only wood

Buddha was enlightened under a tree
Hiding among trees kept Robin Hood free
The apple tree gave Newton gravity
And helped Veerappan keep Rajkumar in captivity

Be it the trees planted in a park
Or those along the sidewalk
Those planted with passion
Or cut for growth of the nation
  
Every tree has a story
It is a piece of history
Let us give it a hearing
For every tree has a meaning 

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Where have all the sparrows gone

I finally wrote a song!
Of course, my song is inspired from the song... 'Where have the flowers gone' tune and a bit of the lyrics too.

Where have all the sparrows gone, long time passing?
Where have all the sparrows gone, long time ago?
Where have all the sparrows gone?
They’ve disappeared and they’ve gone
Oh, when will they ever come?
Oh, when will they ever come? 

Where have all the sparrows gone, long time passing?
Where have all the sparrows gone, long time ago?
Where have all the sparrows gone?
Gone with worms and insects small
Oh, what will they get to eat?
Oh, what will they get to eat?

Where have all the insects gone, long time passing?
Where have all the insects gone, long time ago?
Where have all the insects gone?                                
Gone with spaces lush and green
Oh, where will we find them now?
Oh, where will we find them now?

Where have all the green spaces gone, long time passing?
Where have all the green spaces gone, long time ago?
Where have all the green spaces gone?
Gone for concrete everywhere
Oh, when will we ever learn?
Oh, when will we ever learn? 

What’re we then doing now, time’s just passing
They have been gone too long, long time ago
What’re are we then doing now?
Are we trying hard enough?
Oh, how will we bring them back?
Oh, how will we bring them back?

People are just doing their bit, long time passing
Trying to woo them back, long time ago
People are just doing their bit,
We need to join our hands
Oh, Come forward all and one  
Oh, Come forward all and one

Sparrows will come back here long time passing
Absence will be of the past, long time ago
Sparrows will come back here
They will be surely be back
They will not be too long
They will not be too long

  

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Bottled Water!

San Francisco bans sale of bottled water... though primarily for reducing the plastic waste created by the bottles. It inspired me to write this one on bottling water.

Where the water is a basic human right and needed for life
Where it is a part of nature
Where it has not been packed into plastic bottles
By every major corporation
Where it is still available to all
Despite access at tireless distances
Where governments have not lost their way
Into the big bogs of greed
Where citizens still strive to see
How clean water can be free
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

Friday, January 01, 2016

Without You

The dark sky turning bright,
With the rising ball of fire,
Wow! it is a brilliant sight
          But why is it sire
          That I don't enjoy this?
          And it is you I miss!

The winding roads up the hill,
With breathtaking views round every bend,
Send up my spine a thrill
          But why is it at the end
          That I don't enjoy this?
          And it is you I miss!

The beauty of the peacock plume,
Spreading out in a dance,
Can get me out of ant gloom
          But why is it that I'm never in a trance
          That I don't enjoy this?
          And it is you I miss!

The beautiful sky so clear,
With galaxies and stars shining,
It is as if I am very near
          But why is it that my heart is always pining
          That I don't enjoy this?
          And it is you I miss!


Thursday, February 19, 2015

The Walk of Life

As you walk the path of life
Don’t think of it as strife
It’s just a state of mind
for the right balance to find

there maybe grief
but it will be brief
if you keep trying
to not keep crying

of others feelings you care
keeping your life bare
its good to think of your wish
at the cost of being selfish

to you people matter
some hurt you by their chatter
only  with time you will find
that those who matter don’t mind

talking and sharing is not a ruse
to friends use
walking with friends in the dark   
is like a walk in the park

you are a lonely seed
friends are what you need
it’s important for him to be an ace
doesn’t matter from which race

As you walk the path of life
Don’t think of it as strife
Don’t for milestones gloom
But in moments bloom

Monday, February 02, 2015

पैसा!!

सांझ सवेरे सिर्फ पैसे की बात
ना जाने क्यों हो रहा है ये हमारे साथ

ना रोटी ना कपड़ा, चाहिये मुझे मकान
सुनते सुनते ही हो गयी हमे थकान

नज़रें देखे घर पराया
इस घर ने तो हमारा नींद चुराया

कहीं से निकल आये उनके दिल के अरमान
कैसे पूरा करें हम उनके फरमान

कहते नहीं रुकती उनकी हर अदा
येह है काम बड़ा मुश्किल सदा

कहते नहीं रुकती उनके लब 
कैसे पूरी करें यह हसरत अब

पैसे नहीं हैं, तो कर्ज़ का सवाल हुआ
समझे ना कोई क्यों, येह हैं एक अंधा कुआँ

बच्चा नहीं, घर की बड़ी ज़रूरत है  
ज़िंदगी खाली खाली बर्तन है

सबने अपने सपनो के दीप जलाये
धूप में हम जल के साया हो गये 

पैसा! पैसा! पैसा!
है येह किस्सा कैसा!

Friday, December 27, 2013

ऐे ज़िन्दगी

हर सुबह हर रोज़
दिल के आरज़ूओं में
अजीब  सी भीनी भीनी खुश्बू है
अंखियों के पलकों पे
लहराते रंगीले ख्वाब है

तेरा चेहरा तेरी नज़रें
तेरे आँखों का रंग भी
मदहोशी का करता आलम है

तेरी आवाज़ तेरी वाणी
तेरे पैरों के आहट भी
सुरीली गूँज कानो में है

तू इस तरह मेरी ज़िन्दगी में शामिल हैं
हाथ बढ़ा ऐे ज़िन्दगी
हाथ मिला के साथ चल 


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

You Never Know When They Start

Matters of the heart,
You never know when they start,

Was it at the first sight,
or after the big fight,

Was it at the walks,
or after the talks,

Was it the eyes and lips,
or after the trips,

Was it during the time crunches,
or after the shared lunches,

Was it during the call,
or after the fall,

Was it the laughter,
or after the banter,

Was it the last birth,
or after the rebirth,

Matters of the heart,
You never know when they start.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Bahut Socha

बहुत सोचा के क्या कहूं ,
बहुत सोचा क्या कहूं,
"I'll get you the moon"
but it's about being true

बहुत सोचा क्या कहूं ,
बहुत सोचा क्या कहूं,
"you make my heart bloom"
but it's about me and not you

बहुत सोचा क्या कहूं,
बहुत सोचा क्या कहूं,
"your friendship is the life boon...
but it's incomplete without you"

Thursday, May 05, 2011

Eighteen!

As we turn eighteen,
What a journey it has been
lets look back
and take stock

The founders dared to dream
a daunting task it may seem

from toddler steps
to larger leaps
from hey days
to grey days

The employees put in the effort
while advisors gave their support

As we turn eighteen
widely are we seen
lets not on our laurels rest
but continue to give it our best

we have miles to go
and promises to keep

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Wish is a wish

I wished a friend on Onam a little belated, and this is what she had to say ...

Wish is a wish..
Even for a fish..
Of course its ok to come in a little late-ish!
Wish is a wish..
Even for a fish..

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

...

Life has been but a cake walk
You wished it was written with chalk
Your character has been so strong
Obstacles disappear before long
Not willing with frustration to be torn
You’ve always taken the bull by the horn
Conquered every peak
Week after week
Just as you think its time to play
God has something different to say
Smiling and laughing and crying within
settled for nothing less than a win
Left you alone have I my dear
What should I do it is not clear
Hope I just
and you I trust
If unable to sail
will call me without fail

Sunday, January 03, 2010

Those Were The Days!!!

I wonder what got into us
We did not want to miss the bus
The terms weren’t very fine
But it was a Silverline

Sifting through the files
Working without smiles
The team did its task
With a plastic mask

We are not the kind
To just fit in the grind
In a short while
The team was all smile

Gale and TAF
Were but a laugh
At tea and lunch
We were a bunch

The work increased
It never ceased
With deadlines to keep
and nights without sleep

Soon there were new faces
working at different paces
It wasn’t easy
To work the lazy

There were differences
By different inferences
That tested our might
but boss wasn’t always right

Soon people were gone
One by one
Some for the stork
Others for work

As the chapter came to a close
We hoped friends not to lose
And say always
Those were the days

I wonder what got into us
Why there was so much fuss
Over the terms being fine
Now i’ don't even think in that line

Saturday, June 27, 2009

MJ-Gone too soon

The king of pop has gone
Yes, he was the one

For me he was good
only when in mood
but millions did not find it odd
to think of him as god
I never ceased to be amazed
to see the crowd dazed

I am feeling sad
though I never was mad
Michael Jackson!!!!
"You've Gone too soon"

Friday, April 24, 2009

Murtuza Khetty

Here is a poem that a friend of mine wrote

Murtuza Khetty
Is a Gujarati
With a childhood in Bengali
And grown into a Bangalori.

Courteous, soft spoken and patient
He heads the organisation
Works 24x7 deadlines to reach
And still find time children to teach

A head full of ideas
A heart filled with desires
He works hard to achieve
But prefers as desires to leave.

“I have lost my EPIC”says he one day.
That’s not surprising, his colleagues say
His table boasts a clutter
That few can match or better.

“Wedding bells for me never
I propose to be single forever.”
Don’t ‘feel like” he proclaims
None has yet set his passions aflame?!!!

“I take care of myself”,to me he told.
But, headaches, backaches and colds
Are his ‘chaddi dosts’
Prides that he can fast
Even when Ramzan is past.

He loves pasta and ice cream
Loves to travel and dream
Lets hope inter alia
That he finds his Belle Italia!!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

An Ode of Gratitude

This is a poem a friend wrote for me...

“Write a poem”, in natural tone
You said to me thru’ the phone
Though with awe I do respond
A POEM and ME!! Not so fond.

Lying down with my plastered leg
I searched for a theme for your blog
Slowly like clouds, pieces gather
With magical words put together.

I fear my poem shall be lost
In the crowd of blog it may rest
All my feelings close to my heart
I am jotting down with sincere note

Is it Affection? Gratitude? Or Fondness?
I asked myself in deep stillness.
Many a time I feel I’m grateful
But I feel it’s a mixture of all.

Putting others before yourself
Giving time and smiling help
Expecting nothing in return, you act
Rarely seen, it is a fact.

For all the help you showered so often
With a sincere heart and feelings plain
I thank my God for giving a friend
And let the bond flow till the end.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Different Times!!!

October 2nd 2008 - Shantinagar/Kodihalli, Bangalore




October 2nd 2008 - Yelahanka/Malleshwaram, Bangalore

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Magic Drum!!!

we are story tellers,
we travel, we sing, we dance
we are revelers,
whenever we have a chance

from within the magic drum,
come out stories after the magic chant
tales full of fun, gaiety, songs we love to hum,
and the audience enchant

our style is different,
interaction with audience is the key
be it the child or the parent,
it is for all to see

the script and music is fun,
the props and costumes are neat
sets there are none,
lights are a treat

playwrights were a funny bunch,
the directors had their craft
production are on the crunch,
music and lights are the heart

there is magic in the air,
this is what theatre is all about
and beware,
once you are in, you’re never out

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Good Morning!

'Repetitive is boring
Come up with something new'
Its always what I’ve been storing
And those are just a few

so here I am giving it a go
its been long, will it come ?
I really don’t know
till I’ve actually tried some

when you wake up
you are engulfed by brightness
with your tea cup
you are filled with freshness

days that start
with a greeting from me
livens the heart
however tough the day may be

so… to a wonderful day
from me to you
in a spirit gay
Good morning to you!!!