Wandering the Wonders

The Song of the jungle,
The glistening gold of the river,
The Emerald draping of the trees on the naked hills,
The sun peeking from behind mother nature's shadow,
The paddy fields,
The fishes in the stream,
The whispering wind,
The smokey mountains,
The whistling of the pine trees,
The abode of Rudra in Rudraksh,
Siddharta in Goompa,
The bountiful rich culture,
The simplicity of the people,
The variety and unity in diversity,
The land of the setting sun right at noon,
The twin of Mizoram,
One of the youngest of the seven sisters,
The land of Dawn Lit Mountains,
Arunachal Pradesh.

Falling Apart

 The light seemed so close to reach out to,
One breath, One big leap,
Hands entwined,enthusiasm pumping,
The heart racing,
The one step you move forward,
Our hands seem to slip away,
You moving two steps ahead,
Me falling way behind,
Our footsteps do not match,
I cannot race up to you,
I try reaching out but alas,
Am Falling Apart.

Shadow

Wherever I escape to,

It Searches me out,

Trailing me every moment,

sticking as adhesive,

Never letting me go.

Oh how I wish,

It would move away,

For a while to let me be on my own and go away,

I ask for it to go, but in vain

When Everyone leaves,

It stands with me strong,

Unless and until there is a darkness that prevails,

It is then and there only that my shadow also walks out,

For me to fend and fight for myself,

The darkness engulfs me,

Gobbles me up,

But I have none and no one to stand beside me,

Even my shadow escapes.

Grand Pa

Its been hard and harsh

Since the day you left

I know from deep inside that it is probably,

Better at heaven,

With no worries to bother,

No tensions to eat your head.

You are my bright shining star,

Lighting the path of life,

Till one day somewhere up there,

I get to meet you and be with you.

Your room is empty and cold without your presence,

But when the sun shines,

It feels you have bestowed your warmth and kindness.

No more so many sweets,

No more haldi golis.

Visiting on holidays has never been the same.

Your care, your love, the first person to hold me before my parents also.

The first old man I became so fond of.

You will always be my beloved grandpa many moments that I could not be lucky to live and cherish,

But always the one I would look up to.

Inspiration you are.

You are not here physically present among us,

But always in my heart.

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