For you Upma, your 19th Birthday

Today is your birthday, 19 you would be..                                                                1st Feb, 2006
I miss you.
Known you for eight long years,
You and I since our childhood days.
Walking down from school you, me and your brother,
Jumping around kicking stones.
Adolosence we spent together,
You by my side all the time.
Practical and Innocent a kid at heart.
Taken away from me, taken away from a long chance at life.
All before your 18th year of your being.
I miss you
We miss you
Two years it would be since you left us to be.
Brutal it was to be taen away.
It is life. Why, Oh Why?
So suddenly, in the occasion of happiness, of light, on the eve of the festival of good over evil,
you were snatched.
What had you done to deserve such cruelty?
Leaving all your loved ones behind,
not even a goodbye.
My rangoli incomplete,
Diwali left in a state of complete darkness as sadness looms over my head,
at the very thought of never seeing you again.
Burning firecrackers out of question, just to think of a wonderful smile on your face when you would see my rangoli,
when you would help me with the lighting of the diyas,
then used to come prashant and umang bhaiya,
to burn crackers,
to shoot rockets,
to light up the sky,
the same sky where now you are a star.

Moon-Eternal Beauty

On my way to Holy Land of Puri,
one of the sacred four dhaams of ancient India.
I saw one of the finest beauties that could ever exist.
So glaringly beautiful, so pure, so white, shining down right upon us,
the elegance, the warmth, the light that illuminates the entire universe.
The darkness that is lessened for the needy and poor...
The moon so far away, so many lightyears of distance, unreachable to common us
but there by us, for us, to guide us.
The iridescent illuminati that is looked upto,..
So beautiful it is, so enchanting,
mesmerizing, enriching, breathtaking..
Shape shifter every day..
But missed most on the New Moon night.
It gives a sense of relaxation, of warmth, of love, of pure existence,
of power, of faith, of being looked after from above...
The light of God 

Jagga Kaaliya

He is the epitome of tall, dark and handsme..
He is the lord, another form of  Kishanji..
Residing at his home in Puri, Odisha..
Wherever he may reside, he has his home in my heart, breath and soul..
Just a glimpse of hi and I feel loved, protected.
A sense of pride in being an oriya.
A sense of being looked after, having importance in this ugly world.
His eyes mesmerizing dark and circular.
Such a charming face such strength and belief he gives...He is my lord jagannath