I Have A Dream…

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I Have  A Dream…

To weed out the deadwood and grow new saplings

Ready to breathe freely, to enthuse fresh oxygen

Steadfast, impervious of infestation and erosion

To paint the firmament vivid blue and earth lush green

 

To see these new seedlings be happy, contented

And grow into strong, passionate loving beings

Those greyed and ripened be warm and well tucked

Protected from chill, revered for all their years of giving

 

To wipe off all the miseries of the world

And make earth so peaceful & serene

All the pain and sorrow be well put back in Pandora’s box,

returning world its lost sheen

 

Make life’s journey full of joyous moments

And treasure this wealth to look back and gleam

Bathing in memories of all those who brought joy in life

Whose presence n role had a special meaning

 

The whole planet be wholesome continent

Why fight amongst the geographical terrains

Want to show power n victories over the world?

Save planet, sow seeds and plenty hearts to win !

 

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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

 

JOURNEY TO VICTORY !!

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Journey to Victory…dedicated to my Winning Team!!

 

 

There’s a challenge ahead

There’s an combatant outside

There are hurdles n blockades

It’s a steep cliff to climb

Are you valiant and unafraid!

 

There’s struggle, there’s warfare

Time to unite, together we fasten

To prove to the greater dare

Your ability may be questioned

Are you ready to smarten for crusade!

 

You may fall before the rise

You may falter before success

You may die to get immortalized

It’s a long journey without recess

Are you ready to resurrect n resuscitate!

 

There’ll be darkness before the light

There’ll be calm, yet a storm

There’ll be no wrongs to get to right

To walk on frost, shed the warmth

Are you ready to show your might!

 

There’ll be fire to walk through

You got to be steel, not ductile

There’s a cause to lead the crew

To co-create at every mile

Are you ready to bleed n fight !

 

There’s a promise to deliver

There’s pledge to be fulfilled

There’s a cause to persevere

There’s an honor to keep n shield

Are you ready for joy of pride!

 

The tunnel is long n obscure

The height is new n unknown

There will be dawn ahead for sure

The glory of day n warm sun anon

Are you ready to endure long night!

 

There’s field we need to plough

Unravel, uneven is the terrain

We need to surge, the seed is sowed

We need the sun, minerals n rain

Are you ready to blossom n flower within!

 

We have done enough

And yet the thirst for more

To meet our goal however tough

Camaraderie, passion in galore

Are we ready to clear the din!

 

We are now close to our success

Ready to unfurl the flag of victory

The last thrust to the power we possess

Triumph now! Rest will be history

Are you armed with valor n ready to win!

I AM THE SUN !!

Photography by Tejas Singh

Photography by Tejas Singh

A sky over-cast with dense clouds

Frost cloaks the greens like a shroud

Spread on earth, darkness of night

I am howsoever shining bright

For I am the Sun!

 

Extinguished minds, bereft of spark

Fainting pulse, no blood gushing through heart

Anesthetized senses, touch without heat

Am agile, forever lit

For I am the Sun!

 

Tired stride, wacked feet

Wounded mass, bruised knees

Defaced earth’s frame, tired and fatigued

Am statuesque, strong and lithe

For I am the Sun!

 

I have the power and prowess

To sear through the dense darkness

To ignite the minds with a special sharpness

To fuel the hearts with love and softness

For I am the Sun!

 

I have burnt for zillions of years

To spread light in this universe

I have caused life and climate

I have ruled the cosmos with my tenets

For I am the Sun!

 

Oh my orbs! Bind with my magnet

With my warmth you shine and illuminate

I have carved an orbit for each one of you

I have seeded life and breath in you

For I am the Sun!

 

Don’t go away from me, you’ll freeze to death

Don’t come close to me, you’ll be burnt to slag

You were born from me

You will end within me

For I am the Sun!

 

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…..

 

Inertia !!

Today, like every other day

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I open the newspaper…

A homicide case

19 year old

An honour killing

A student committed suicide

In campus ragging

Rupee falling

Inflation rising

Political parties busy in

Hoarding and mud slinging

 

I open my window…

A factory exhaling smoke

Engulfing the slum

Ever so widening

Carcinogenic fumes

Lung cancer increasing

Amongst the slum dwellers

Insanitary conditions

Reeking and stinking

Poverty line stretching

 

I open my door….

And let my maid in

She is pregnant again

I think its 6th

Their ever proliferating offspring

I have stopped counting

Education becoming dearer

Job opportunities extinct

 

I open my garage….

Get inside my car

Fuel needle dropping

Almost collide

A vehicle over speeding

On traffic lights

An unkempt, shabby kid

Window pane tapping

Beggary is the only industry

Flourishing n thriving

 

I open my mind….

I shut my eyes

What are we doing

To ourselves

To our new saplings

To our mother earth

Ozone diminishing

Corruption full swing

Amassing concrete and polyurethane

Losing our green

Proliferating exponentially

Resources depleting

What the hell are we doing

 

God save us

From our own species

Our unchecked greed

To exploit n succeed

Our unquenched lust

For power ‘n’ feat

To fleece ‘n’ cheat

Our mental myopia

Indifferent and boorish

Let me do something

 

I open my desk…..

Papers in piles

Emails and files

A staff member to penalize

Target to meet

A boss to please

No time to think

A hectic day isn’t it

And I get busy

Doing more important things !!

Rising above lows…

At times I feel so restless

At times so disdained

So lonely and in distress

Extinguished and insane

 

Ever there’d be a spark

Ever there’d be some light

To put myself together

To gather some might

 

At loss of my muses

At loss of cause to write

Suddenly bereft of energy

Beat and full of trite

 

Feeling of hopelessness

Feeling bitterness of compromise

Wondering on my own threshold

Mediocrity no surprise

 

Fatigued by the obstacles

Fatigued by strength of dissuaded

A fight to ignite the expended

A drive to shine the corroded

 

The more I need Uprising

The more I feel rebelled

The jealous and the envious

Are winning battles un-quelled

 

I am to be blamed

I’m to be condemned

For letting the losers win

Ruling of hollow, hypocrite n sycophant

 

Is the light of truth so dismal

Is the excellence so impatient

Unable to pierce the darkness

Unworthy of genuine attempt

 

What do we want to achieve

Where do we want to reach

Why s others endorsement so important

Why is n’t enough to self-seek

 

Well I don’t care to fight the fool

Well I don’t want to prove the ignorant

I just surmounted my strength

to win my-Self and conquer my cause coherent