Two Equal Halves

Equal doesn’t have to be identical

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If it was so…

The ether was similar to earth

The fire and water were akin

Like two fraternal twins

The Yin and Yang stood for the same

Not symbolizing the duality of nature,

Just two discrete names.

Earth adorns a white bridal veil each winter

Autumn she rests and hibernates

Spring impregnates the seed in her womb

Come summer it grows and germinates

A perfect harmony then, nature reverberates

Ever wonder…

If the cosmos goes askew

And orbs go astray

The sun decides not to rise

The days would get swallowed by nights

No light, no life, no time would hold

The universe will be a one big black hole.

But that’s not what makes the world go round

For zillions of light years what keeps it abound

The Universe subsists and gravity sustains

The orbs revolve, in orbits they remain

Fire, water, air and wood

All respect each other’s protocol

Each element sings its note

The quintessence of existence

Lies in playing their Equal Vital role

Actually…

Equal was never meant to be Identical

But equally relevant

Contrary but complementary

Distinct yet interconnected

Symbiotic but apart

Muscle to move the body

And blood to warm the heart

You need a fine amalgam

To reach a common goal

To give birth to a new life

And make that indivisible whole.

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…..

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

 

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)

The Two Of Me…

Sometimes I feel that I am the two of myself!

There is this one who’s shy, cocooned in her hard shell

Perceptive, susceptible to get hurt and vulnerable

There is another tough one, out to fight the world and excel

 

There is one who has little room for unworthy emotions

Replaced by focused rationale and transactions

Yet the other one refuses to write-off selfless affection

And preserves tears for compassion and devotion

 

Hard facts over fables anytime

No prose no poetry, just reason to rhyme

Words entrenched with fervor still awake me, midnight

Verses flow over the pad like a flooded river, in my twin paradigm

 

Keeping pace with advancements, enjoying the milieu though feign

Plug n play with gizmos, multichannel devices turning insane

Yet longing to soak in sun n first shower of rain

Serenaded by the birds chirp, feeling the dew on the windowpane

 

Opening my eyes to the reality is life’s doctrine

Also, keeping them shut to continue my dream

Detached from crowd, can’t stretch to masses and middling

Still those astute yet innocent faces I find endearing

 

Power and fame stopped impressing me long ago

But bylines by folks why feed my distinguished ego

Demon of success still fills me with magnitude

Yet peace and serenity comes from soulful solitude

 

Submitting to shackles in the name of safety

Confining to compromise be the formula of harmony

Yet a free spirit infuses need for autonomy

Feet ready to groove all night on the trance symphony

 

Curious like a little child, ready to explore life

Marveling at enigmatic world, vulnerable and naïve

Yet holding the universe of experience in my gaze

To question the rubrics and offer answers in haze

 

The soft breeze with an ability to turn a windmill

Imperious though passionate, spark with fire concealed

Solid though permeable, malleable yet brittle

Is this the two of me …………..

or just me in metamorphosis, in qua of being dual