Standing Tall

alka-vasu
Today, you seem vulnerable
And frail
Judged, dismissed and ridiculed
By peers.

You come home crying
Over some silly barbs
But deep in my heart, I know my dear
For you those are not silly at all.

But the day is not far ahead
When you will realize
Their mistakes of
Standardizing you, stereotyping you
Fitting you into a mould,
But I know, you are your mother’s daughter
They couldn’t find a mould for her too!

Flap your wings
Carve out your own sky
Be ready to forgive and forget,
Don’t carry any burden around your neck
To weigh you down,
Stand tall and proud amidst all.

When in doubt,
All you have to do is,
Look into my eyes,
And you will see the reflection of your true self,
It’s a promise,
That I will never break.

Image Source: Travel Tales From India

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9/11

people-looking-out
When I had seen this image in my newspaper, I was deeply distrubed. Even till this date, whenever I remember the incident, everything just stop within me.

=================
Newspapers showing
Expectant faces,
Fearful faces,
Peeping out of windows.

As if asking,
Office hours had JUST begun
But how could life be over?
Suddenly, definitely, precisely
And clinically for everyone?

Expectant faces,
Fearful faces,
As if asking
We were just balancing
The morning coffee in one hand,
And files in another,
But how could life be over?

A man made lightening struck,
From the sky
To plunge everything
And everyone in darkness.

Expectant faces,
Fearful faces,
As if asking
Would we melt together
With concrete and mortar?

Expectant faces,
Fearful faces,
As if asking
Was it our destiny
To be one with steel girdles?
And not with mother earth?
What had we done
In our lives,
To not to deserve a few feet
Below the earth?
But to evaporate
With the vapor of morning coffee?

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Success!

I just want to thank Dr. L.B. Verma sir for treating the subject history the way it should be treated. Whatever understanding I have of history, is solely due to his way of teaching. I remember students from other disciplines used to come and attend his class and if there was no place to sit, students preferred to stand at the back of the class and listened to him. Its because of him we used to understand how a mere common man defeated mighty emperors and church priests and they had to give up their power to the common man in the form of democracy. I don’t know where he is today. But I know one fact, a teacher affects eternity. Its really true when I think about Verma sir. I wish he can read my poem. He will perfectly understand what I am trying to convey.

Success!

Another reason to float on cloud nine
World’s most envied automobile, at my doorsteps!!
Father! Come & look at your birthday present..

Later my son later, right now I am busy,
Busy?
Father, talking to a perfect non entity and
Busy ?

Father! You will never be a success!!
I can’t thrust it upon you anymore
You refuse to join the list of also arrived!
I shouted down the frustration of my entire life..

Calm down my son. Calm down.
I always defied those instruments which,
Standardize me, classify me, categorize me..
I laughed out loud,
Always!

Just crosscheck, my son, when the King tried
To dictate terms on me,
I’d proclaimed proudly
Liberty! Equality! Fraternity!

Crosscheck, my son what happened to the priest,
When the priest issued the passport to heaven,
I have confined him to the pages of books
Today you have to sit in the lap of history
To search for his power!!

If the circumference of the human intelligence
Has shrunken so miserably, then
It is high time, My Son! Learn from history,
And don’t decide for me, overtly or covertly,
What is success!
Because History ever repeats itself!!!

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The Salute

I am reposting one of my old poems. The idea of reposting this poem germinated yesterday, the Valentine’s Day. But I resisted posting it on that grand day. 🙂

Music floating in the air,
Whispering voices
enveloping me,
Fizz of dainty wine,
Playing on my tongue,
Transporting me
to a different planet,
Not at the happening restaurant
Of town.
They promised a slice of heaven
And kept it too!

At peace with the world and myself
laughing vivaciously,
I came out.
The Doorkeeper sprang into action
Saluting us promptly.

But why this salute?
Done nothing
except, having fun
Money can offer.

Searching for answers,
I remembered
those weighty sentences,
ALL of us being greatest creation
Of nature.
Why does one equal
bow to another equal?
Why this abject gesture
of one creation
to another creation of the same God?
Why? Why? Why?
I asked aloud.

Stupid!
Spirit always cloud your faculties,
He was saluting to
The Distant future,
Sparing his progenies
from saluting my progenies.

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September 11

Newspapers showing
Expectant faces,
Fearful faces,
Peeping out of windows.

As if asking,
Office hours had JUST begun
But how could life be over?
Suddenly, definitely, precisely
And clinically for everyone?

Expectant faces,
Fearful faces,
As if asking
We were just balancing
The morning coffee in one hand,
And files in another,
But how could life be over?

A man made lightening struck,
From the sky
To plunge everything
And everyone in the eternal darkness.

Expectant faces,
Fearful faces,
As if asking
Would we melt together
With concrete and mortar?

Expectant faces,
Fearful faces,
As if asking
Was it our destiny
To be one with steel girdles?
And not with mother earth?
What had we done
In our lives,
To not to deserve a few feet
Below the earth?
But to evaporate
With the vapor of morning coffee?

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Beautiful

This poem is not written by me. But its for me. 🙂

The stars in your eyes
The blooms in your smile
Vindicate why I was born
They make life worthwhile

The purest of the pure
The strongest of the strong
Your love is for me
A bliss lifelong

You give form to reality
You define beauty in your ways
You bring me back to my path
Whenever life betrays

In the perfume of deceits
In the orbit of lies
I flew directionless
Like a bird of false skies

A kiss of your lips
A touch of your hands
Gives me power to proceed
Where the destiny stands

All the ones who mocked
At your heavenly face
Were the greatest losers
Wallowing in disgrace

The poor souls never knew
What they had failed to see
They couldn’t comprehend
Someone pure and free

Now that we are together
I couldn’t ask for more
You’re beautiful my love
You so much I adore

Amrit

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September 11

people-looking-out
When I had seen this image in my newspaper, I was deeply distrubed. Even till this date, whenever I remember the incident, everything just stop within me.

=================
Newspapers showing
Expectant faces,
Fearful faces,
Peeping out of windows.

As if asking,
Office hours had JUST begun
But how could life be over?
Suddenly, definitely, precisely
And clinically for everyone?

Expectant faces,
Fearful faces,
As if asking
We were just balancing
The morning coffee in one hand,
And files in another,
But how could life be over?

A man made lightening struck,
From the sky
To plunge everything
And everyone in darkness.

Expectant faces,
Fearful faces,
As if asking
Would we melt together
With concrete and mortar?

Expectant faces,
Fearful faces,
As if asking
Was it our destiny
To be one with steel girdles?
And not with mother earth?
What had we done
In our lives,
To not to deserve a few feet
Below the earth?
But to evaporate
With the vapor of morning coffee?

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Identity

I have learnt to talk like an American.
I have learnt to laugh like an American.
I have learnt to greet like an American.

I have learnt to listen to American songs.
I have learnt to drink their drinks.
I have learnt to eat American food.
I have learnt to term that bland McDonald’s burger as “cool”.
Totally disregarding opinion of my taste buds.
I have learnt to use knife & fork,
ignoring the best fork, I am born with!

I have learnt to watch Hollywood movies.
I have learnt to make their icons mine.
I have learnt to look up to their leaders ,
To show me the way.

But I always encountered this damn irritating thing,
What to do with my parents?
How to erase the identity,
They have provided?

I went to “Time”, the greatest leveler,
Even death respects time,
Stands in queue,
Waiting for his turn to come.
Time can�t let me down,
I sought his help,
In annihilating my identity,
And “He” surrendered,
Lifting his hands over his head!

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