Have I Lost my Poetry !!

Photography by Tejas Singh

Photography by Tejas Singh

Have I Lost my Poetry !!

 

Have run out of ideas, disarray are my thoughts

I have lost my words and dreams, gamut of writing art

Which earlier was my forte, I used to razzmatazz 

Too numb to feel anything, the Poetry is lost……..

 

There is no fresh inspiration, to well up the drought

The ocean is dried up, once was so deep n vast

Need to reignite the fire in my frozen heart

Its not the one which flows in veins, but burns you red hot

 

All the stories I nurtured all along, are vent n exhaust

I keep going back to the same beliefs and dreams, once envisaged

Letting the same emotions flow, over n again the canvas and collage

Have I devoured the skill of rhyming or all my creativity is lost……..

 

For once I have to feel so strongly about something

A new idea, a new feeling or a novel thought

For once again I need to connect to my soul

Feel the passion and not let it perish or rot………….

 

Poetry gives me joy n my sense of attainment

 Enlightens my eyes and enlivens my heart

Can’t wait till I get some fresh air to breathe

So let these feelings be the source, to let the stream start…..

Act When You Must !!

Photography by Tejas Singh

Photography by Tejas Singh

Act When You Must !!

 

Trough shall never hit, if you plan ‘Change’ while still at crest

Break inertia and explore, more when you are at your best

Move on when you get the first signal of beginning of dusk

For there is a new dawn awaiting and night we walk through must

 

Choose when you have options, not when left with no choice

Speak when it matters, not when no one needs your voice

Act when you must, not when it’s trivial and trite

No one but it’s You who decides when the time is right

 

Leave when you still want it, not when you have lost your appetite

Eat when you are hungry, not when served and obliged

Strike when the iron is hot, not when is brittle and oxidized

Reinvent, rediscover and revive before you have died

 

Fear not the unknown and unexplored

Wear not the old treasure once conquered

Sing not the past laurels and dead valor

Plan the next victory when still stained with blood is your sword

May the Year 2014 be…

May the Year 2014 be…

 

One more opportunity to start afresh

One more milestone to measure success

To celebrate your victories and take account why you failed

To find new lands, bid bon voyage and sail

 

To new challenges, from new terminus we embark

One more chance to build new benchmarks

To sharpen your saw, to light new sparks

To find your own path, to create new landmarks

 

To outlive the old sloth, to embrace the new vim

To shed dullness from eyes, adorn the new gleam

To love, to give, to create, to rejuvenate and preen

Don’t live to die, live to immortalize and redeem

 

May you be you and yet so new

With aggression of a warrior and peace within you

With fire of a sun, yet placid like morning dew

May you be your own model and yet be so true

 

So use the dawn of 2014, to rise and exalt

To bury the outmoded, to liberate and absolve

To set a new goal, to make a new resolve

To begin a new journey, to grow and evolve

 

Yes! I am very biased !!

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People often complain that I am very biased

I play favourites, some of them even voice

Rarely do I reward, seldom have I admired

I don’t promote their work, to have ‘em recognized

 

Yes I admit! I am very biased

I have no qualms to claim, selectively do I admire

I do reward merely and occasionally

I do appreciate measly and miserly

 

Well, I am inclined towards those

Who endow their mind and heart

Who want to make a difference

Passion is their fuel, excellence be their art

 

Commitment and honesty be their natural class

Solidarity is their aim, Winning is their cause

Genuine contribution be their hallmark

No ill intentions, their work is no ersatz

 

I do have special affection for those

Who break inertia and make new rules

Intrinsic desire to grow n evolve

Are the values they acquired in school

 

Special affinity I behold for those who follow ‘the right’

Innovation n creativity is their mental diet

For they are the ones who’ll grow, in stature n length

They are my weakness n they are my only strength

 

I value exceptional work, mediocrity’s not my style

I reward one true great step, than several trivial n trite

Innocent n curious minds, sparkle in their eyes

Ready to learn, open to collaborate, is all that’ll suffice

 

I detest crafty actions

I despise sham n fancy footwork

I don’t approve of selfish motives

Shorn of co-creation and worth

 

I choose n espouse those who aspire and yearn

Commit to excel and rectitude they adorn

I own these seeds and water them with fervour

Take a bet on them, their success is my endeavor

 

If you want to be my star

If you wish to win my soul

Have good intent; just strive for your best

Learn to be true to your role

 

Where Are The Soulful Artisans And Their ‘Real McCoy’ Art!!

Photography by Tejeshwar Singh

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The fine silk woven by the dexterous fingers

A play of a mindful art

Creativity appliquéd the passion so stitched

Embroidered with seams of thoughts

Years and years of heritage thus passed down

Here comes what an objet d’art!

 

The palate of hues blended by the artistic hands

Moved on the canvas with utmost segue

To create picture of someone’s dreams

Illusions of mind thus perceived

Portray the images of one’s heart

A Da Vinci’s Mona Liza thus conceived

 

Affection n care wrapped in the garment

Granny’s prayers, knitted in yarn

Nimble needles churn out the intricate pattern

The tassels n braids, the embellishments so worn

Ornamental trimmings, edgings and bobbles

Oh what love and warmth thus born!

 

Where is the beauty of true melody

The magic of maestro caressing avid hearts

Outdone is the music once created with simple strings

Cosmetically treated are the vocal cords

Tuners and synthesizers make you a star in a sprint

No longer a veritable piece of opus gets true applaud

 

Gone are the days of labor and inimitable creations

Flawless is the new creation, however the theme hodgepodge

The peace it transpired is replaced by utter techno noise

No one’s chasing the distinct excellence, in this race to win n outsmart

The passion n spirit that flows in a single stroke

is taken away by a modern collage

 

The wonder of virtuoso is left to the mercy of paintbrush

The high pixels ‘n’ graphics have conjured faux art

The masterpieces are crafted through cut ‘n’ paste

Edited by the ingenuity of a digital shop

The sheer mystic of ingenious is mislaid

Alas! The soulful ‘real McCoy’ once existed, is lost !

Winning in Personal Life…. ( A Tribute To My Partner )

ON THE LONELY ROAD!!

 

On this lonesome road, I was walking in solitude,

Wondering if it was the right one to choose

Looking for directions, lost in my reverie

Praying for an aide and then you came en route

 

Saw me on my tramp, with my unsteady stride

Fear of falling abyss, you took my hand to guide

Led my way, instilled me with self belief

Showed me the path so lucid, so discreet

 

I have taken some vows n taken some oaths

All with your potion of care and support

Am ready and braced to take it ablaze

Only with your fortitude, with poise and grace

 

You gave me my reason, my raison d’être

Promises I made to you, I shall deliver

You are my mast, without you I’d quiver

You are my mentor that I so revere

 

Now that I am resurrected and rechristened

Found my journey and my triumph

Scaling new heights, making for ascend

Learned to rejoice and rise to transcend

 

Be there, be around as I shall need your spirit

On your gumption, I took to detour

Inspired by your resolve, took many pledges

Withstood challenges and fought many battles,

 

You are my power house, I seek strength from you

You kindle my fire, get my beacon from you

You enthuse me each morning, you teach me how to live

To embrace the defeats as bravely as victories

 

I have loved your ardor and your gaiety

I am in awe of your heroic deity

Don’t abandon me amidst my path to salvation

I need you to turn to, till I attain self actualization!

 

The tacit gratitude, I treasure in my heart

A feeling unspoken, till am ready to depart

Knowing you will know how much I need

God sent you as my companion, together we shall tread!!

 

Its a step towards my personal goal……

To Win in personal life – Never take relationships for granted, specially the precious ones. Never fall short of words for those who contribute enormously to your life and support earnestly in making you what you are today…..

So started with a little verse that I gifted to my life partner, on our anniversary yesterday.

Your Best Is All That Matters…

Photography by Tejeshwar Singh

Photography by Tejeshwar Singh

You may not be the best, but always pledge to give your best

You may not be ahead of all, but keep yourself forever abreast

Be prepared to fight for your right, till then don’t give up, don’t rest

You may not have the innate skill, what wins a war is your unmatched zest

 

You may break a few rules, you may disobey some laws

But don’t be a rebel without a cause

You may not be gifted, the wisest and smart

But be blessed with perseverance and persistence for your art

 

You may not create a wonder, but every action must contribute

Not to take, abuse and waste, nor to destroy or pollute

You may not win a Booker, but have a story to tell this world

You may not sing so great, but have a song n sing to your soul

 

Touch a few hearts, live your dreams and passions

Find unfeigned bliss, discover your true potential

Excel, evolve to your best, attain your life’s goal

May you be your own brand, may you live to be one with your soul

 

(This one is for my two sons…and so am adding my younger one’s photography in it, his passion at mere 14 years of age)

My Best Is Yet To Come….

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My best is yet to come…..

For all I have achieved

I was associated n perceived

Applauded and accorded

Speaks of how I evolved

But my best is yet to come….

 

I have risen and seen

From every challenge unseen

Every time I was about to give in

I re surged n preened

Still, my best is yet to come…..

 

I have won battles on ground

I have painted my heart’s hues

I have sung to my soul

Lovely idols I’ve chiseled too

But my best is yet to come….

 

I’ve given birth to verses

Then music notes I made

To this foot tapping melody

My own dance steps I pirouette

However, my best is yet to come…

 

Many buds I helped bloom

Many souls I helped groom

Many led and many followed

I see learning in every lesson crooned

Thus, my best is yet to come……

 

This is not where I stop

For I am more than what I draft

With every passing out parade

I renew my course n craft

So, my best is yet to come…..

 

There is no defined line

It’s just a barrier in the mind

Forever raising the bar

Miles to traverse before I retire

As my best is yet to come…..