That Pirate!

I bumped into a pirate scurrying away,
And I asked him on the fly where was Sparrow these days?
He said, "He aint sailing on the waves of the deep blue sea,
Word is, he is raging havoc in the world of electricity!"

-- Pirates of Caribbean mania

Boat Show

HarryPotter Mania

There was a time when children were told,
To stay clear of the trap, to not get lured,
If someone offered you sweets so you'll open the door,
Just tell them, "My parents aren't home, so no no.

But now the parents all teach,
To stay out of reach,
Of anybody who says,
"Wanna hear a new Harry Potter story?

--Harry Potter Mania 

Always

Festive Lights

Shimmering against the dark night,
The festive lights all glowed,
As the glass igloo stood there,
Awaiting the arrival of the snow.

Peeping through my half shut
Dozing wintery eyes
I was left dazzled by the 
Rejoicingly beckoning festive lights.

Forgetting the chill of the cold nights,
All came busting onto the streets,
As if the heat that pumped their hearts
Emanated from those festive lights.

Amazon Campus, Seattle

Decorated for Christmas, 2017

My #BITSMemories

My #BITSMemories from 1st year to 4th

The first year of BITS did start
And the second day in Gandhi Bhavan courtyard
When all enthu to throw the ball,
My ankle fractured making me fall
But not in the slightest did I feel at loss
Cause so many many hands aided me around
And the warden maam, such a motherly friend,
proved to me that BITS was not just life's any bend
Standing ovation in F-102 was so much fun,
And that is all I remember doing in Chemistry-I
And compulsory attendance was just a ruse
over my drawing talent I did peruse
And the hostel corridor was like a trumpet pipe
And that my friends we used like a mic
And no hands were washed without water fights
And studies....ya..I remember were there too
with a friend of mine devising concentration postures new!
And there was this in the second year
a subject not bio but it taught about genes
Father or grandfather master of it sure maybe
But hang of it I got not, that ghastly subject of ES-I
And the charm of DC I did find
when thrice I deleted movies of TB worth 2.5
And matches in mess - we proved our mania new,
when brand new mess tables we broke full two!
And there was the third year where we did a mass exodus
from Gandhi to Meera, from dawn until dusk
And there we had our brilliant tutors
whose crash courses were our only savior
and pass was a guarantee with no favors, no pension
if for a night you just paid attention!
And then came the fourth year
where somehow I bravely took subjects 2
where one had no class and for the other I turned up not
And so many walks we walked, some not complete
cause blocked were the paths with cows too many!
Beautiful were the skies and audi was 'about' complete
With frogs in basement and saap ki mausi's visit
With echo of mess laughters and my daring mess whistles,
With amazing birthdays and lots of chumpis,
BITS was a home with lots of happy memories!

#BITSMemories #BitsiansDay

-- August 6, 2015 on BitsianDay

Waves

Dashing against the gigantic rocks,

I break into droplets of water,

Storing precious pearls and plants,

In my deep depths of water.

Up and down, to and fro,

I move with great vigour,

I rise so high to touch the sky,

Bringing in tides from time to time.

The ships come in,

And rest in harbours,

And are ready again,

To sail with me to farther lands.

In this world without me,

Never ever will the life sustain.

I am heaven for humans,

And home for creatures.

-- My first poem when I was in VII standard, 2004

Mr. Peculiar

Don't try and remember me by my color,
As it changes, so that I am hard to discover.
Adept at climbing, I can merge with any background,
Whilst my peculiar eyes, keep a watch all around.
Barring insects, to the rest,
I do not pose, any threat.
And I even make up, for a nice little pet.

The Silent Spectator

Witnessing our actions since eternity,

The silent spectator broods,

An ignorant mind shuts him out,

Indulging in plunder and loot.

Whilst a peaceful calm mind feels,

Its all pervading presence,

An uneasy mind chases after,

Transiently enchanting useless matter.

On Top of the World

Look towards the space,
Forgetting petty hate,
The universe is calling,
Whilst you are, for your backyard, brawling!

Race was defined in the yester days,
Let the nation boundaries fade away,
Time has come to recognize yourselves as the Earthlings of today,
Becoming Universalites is your goal, be mindful where you tred, lest from your path will you stray!

Up is Down

Did you ever fly through a rainbow,
With a sudden flash of colors shooting by your window?
And did you ride over the clouds that cover all terrain,
Canyons gorges valleys and mountains?

Have you witnessed the sunrise over the curved horizon,
When the sea turns into a golden lantern?
And when the sun got ready to bid adieu,
Flocks of birds, towards their home, flew.

And down below you'll find the landscape sprouted,
Lilliputian dwellings of all forms, Illuminated
they twinkle like million stars,
Crawling with ant-like, line of cars.

O Traveller! Awaiting the arrival of the destination,

Savor the delights of the journey, forgetting all vexation.

Enjoy your ride with the ebb and flow of the changing currents,

Whilst beholding the nature as it unfolds it's awing stances.

Lullaby

Sleep, O city, sleep,
Slumber peacefully.
Watching over you, I stay awake,
Through the dead of night, until the day break.

All your fears and griefs, do cast away,
On the morrow, set out to find a new way.
With blissful dreams, may you rejuvenate,
So that when you awake,
You are ready to make,
Your own fate.

In the shadows of my soft light,
May your soul, find respite.
Sleep, O city, sleep,
Slumber peacefully.

-- For a city that never sleeps.

#NewYorkCity #OneWorldTradeCenter

Let life go on

A day before I went to school,
I saw few flowers in full bloom,
I decided that some I should pick,
To give my mom as a special gift.

But the first of them I picked,
Its petals dried and drooped,
Without its special garden life,
My gift to mom would no more live.

So, I decided against picking any more,
And not to give a gift that was full of sorrow.
And I hoped whosoever finds them next,
Would leave them there like me.

And the gift I saved for mom,
Was the best I could ever give,
I found a tiny flower,
And for her I let the others live...

-- Inspired by beautiful nature and another poem I read ages ago..

#Sunflower #LifesBeautiful #flowerInBloom #Nature #photography #TravellersSong

My Choice?

When the fully reflected consciousness,
Is shrouded by blissful ignorance,
And is locked up in the deep dark dungeons,
Where it can not hear the cry of reasons,
There in that darkness, an evil potion brews,
Engulfing all light, by its venomous fumes.

In it was added a few drops of blood,
To quench the Greed's eternal thirst!
And scrapes of skin from the soul that was lynched,
To apply soothing balm, onto the Lust's nagging itch.
And tipped in it, few gory thorns of hate,
so Jealously may, its rivals, obliterate!
Tear's of sorrow, made the concoctions base,
To appease our Anger's raging blaze.
And with Attachment's chains, was this vessel tied,
Strengthening on this world, its suffocating bind.
And on Pride's wings the fumes so soared,
Whosoever breathed it in, were of their senses cured!

Born from this mix of the six crooked vice,
Was the twisted whimsical wit of My-Choice!
No need to apply brains, no need to reason why,

Just connote everything with, "Give it a try!"

In that hour, when all seems to be lost,
Recall those forgotten tales from the past,
"With a peaceful calm mind, deeper you must delve,
To find the meaning of life, hidden in your inward self,
Breaking the bondages of all new or old Dogma,
Forever must you follow your Bhágavat Dharma!"

#viceOfMan #Greed #Lust #Jealousy #Anger #Attachment #Pride #Life #MyChoice

Jump up high!

Jump up and stretch out your hands,

Towards that deep blue sky,
Push out the ceilings of all limiting roofs,
Towards that infinite.

Jump up and stretch out your hands,
Breaking the symmetry of crowds.
Emerge from that deep dogmatic pit,
Into the light that surrounds.

Jump up and stretch out your hands
Leaving your inferiority complex behind,
You reap the fruits of your own deeds,
So, let nothing but your actions speak your mind.

Jump up and stretch out your hands,
Firing up the sleeping soul,
Rekindle the dormant energy that lay,
Hidden in it's cozy core.

Jump up and stretch out your hands,
Declaring your freedom as you take flight,
Break those chains that try and hold you back,
From achieving the infinite.

The Noble Man

The noble man, the noble soul,

The good of society is his only goal.

Against the evil, he is always at fight,

He stands ahead with all his might.

In all directions, his work proclaims,

That upliftment of all, is his only aim.

On tempest he rides, with thunder and light.

He takes with him, all the man's plight.

Honesty is his armour, truth is his sword,

And for this, God gave him a reward.

"In every era your fame will spread,

far and wide, be it castle or shed!

Your deeds would give inspiration,

To one and all nation,

O the noble man, the noble soul,

The good of society will always be your goal!"

A Little Ducky

Near a pond far away, 

Woke up baby on a misty day,

Heavy were the eyelids, ready to close,

Yet she held them back, so as not to doze.

Little round eyes rolled around,

To see everything that did surround.

Strange was the land, calm yet tense,

Lost was the mind, trying to make sense.

As she brooded on with many a query,

She felt a peck on her head that broke her reverie,

And as large feathers took her in a warm embrace,

She felt as if she found shelter, in a baffling maze.

And as her mother nudged her out of hiding,

She continued to ignore her petulant chiding,

"The world is so daunting", why didn't she understand?

"Its mysterious aura I just can't withstand"!

But still she followed her mother up the bank,

When the nature's symphony broke from a deep sharp bang,

Terrified she turned her head to find the source,

Unsure if it was caused by a friend or a foe!

There ahead she saw her mother lying still,

As she herself was shoved into a confining thing,

"Mom" she chirped and screeched yet again,

Beseechingly she cried to let this adventure end.

But no soul paid heed, to her cries,

Though she banged against those confines,

Hapless, she softly chirped to wake up her mother,

But she continued to doze and seemed not to bother.

And on strangers land their ways parted,

In this putried atmosphere, all hope departed.

And for the unknown she awaited in line,

Hoping it was the end to this painful time...

--Inspired by my love for all beings and pixar's short film Piper. 

#Neohumanism

The climb

When you start your upward climb,

There will come a point in time,

When all will say that return you must,

For you've travelled far enough.

And when you look down, you will find,

Rejoicing people with unstressed mind,

And then your Loneliness will start to crave,

To relax with them and just rant & rave.

But in that moment just close your eyes,

And picture that peak in your mind's eye,

That which you had set out to conquer,

And make that your steep climb's anchor.

Pay no heed to the fearful tale,

On how the world will mock if you fail,

For those you haven't dared to scale that peak,

Can only predict your prospect to be bleak.

And forever remember the eternal truth,

That never were you alone nor ever will you be.

For when the creator of the universe is your shepherd,

Then why do you seek the company of the herd?

Maya

She played an ethereal trancing tune,

Weaving them up in a tight cocoon,

Though even harder they tried, to decipher,

Still stayed hidden, the mystical pied-piper!

Lost were all, the riddle was such,

Even the best of the best, couldn't do much.

Thus pitying their hapless fall through,

To those who listened, she whispered a cue.

"You run around the world, without a clue,

Forever discovering something new,

Secrets of the creation, you're eager to know,

As you play along in my great puppet show.

To my diktat all conform, 

I have forever changing form,

Blinded are all, by my beguiling aura,

I am the great illusory Maya!"

Freedom!

I ask you not for a fancy cage,

Nor a lifelong of protective care,

Just let me stretch out my feathery wings,

And feel on my face, the taste of the winds.

I ask you not to tame my thoughts,

Nor tie my wild dreams in perfect knots,

Just hand me the map, that once would have been,

And let me tred the paths, though untracked they maybe.

In this life's battlefield, in our freedom fight,

Beings of the universe, let us all unite,

And in unison, lets march towards liberation,

To that ultimate freedom, the golden salvation.

The nature's squishy toy

I float around in the deep blue ocean,

Underwater currents help me stay in motion.

Don't be deceived by my ethereal glow,

If stung by my venom, you'll be hopping on your toe!

For millions of years I've witnessed the earth's evolution,

I came along soon after it was set in motion.

A Mother's gaze

Since before I was born,

And was the size of a grain of corn,

I felt her motherly warmth, cradling me,

Immersing me in a protective sea.

And during those crazy childhood times,

When I would surely loose my mind,

And will be possessed by a crazy wish,

Akin to the likes of jumping off a cliff.

I'd feel her rope like arms clasping me,

Constantly getting me back to safety.

And all those times when I triumphed over my planned escape,

From the tight clutches of my mother's protective cage,

I would find myself lost in the world,

Always coming stumbling back to her.

And even though I keep growing smarter,

I constantly fall short on some matter,

Where it seems I have no capability,

In there, with her wisdom, she remains wealthy.