My Offering

Laden with fruits,
I bow down to you,
Wishing nothing but, with my fragrant flowers,
to decorate you.
And so when the passing wind told me,
it was off to visit you,
I gave her a few, to lay them at your altar,
my humble offering to you.

Bye-bye Little Birdie

A little hummingbird I met,
Along the deep blue shore.
It flitted-floated all around,
Dancing o'er the oceanic floor.

-- Olympic Range

Snowy Christmas

Seattle's getting ready for the Christmas,
Laying out a snowy carpet for it's arrival!
Come one, come all, lets have some fun,
Nature's also wishing "Merry Christmas everyone!"

-- Snowy Christmas at Seattle, 2017

Life's flow

Come flow with me,
For I'll take you to the sea of Divinity.
Although the way may seem topsy-turvy,
Truly unfathomable is the destination's beauty!

Don't judge me on each undulating turn,
Just bear with me for the change will come.
Your hope is what gives me flow,
Don't meloncholyily brood lest the current would slow.

Flow is life, stagnation death,
Strive on till your last breath,
And howsoever be the ending, do not fret,
For I'll let you in on a little secret.

Such is life never ending it's flow,
Here you'll reap as you'll sow.
And though every turn of tide will make you forget,
My eternal recorder doesn't ever reset.

Just bear in mind to justly act,
And you'll stay on the flow's gentle track.
Else I'll take you in circles for endless time.
And this is the life's only true eternal paradigm!

Santa Claus is coming along!

The santa roamed on the boat,

Calling to one and all, saying Yo Ho,

And merrily the children stood tracing the shore,

Rejoicingly waving, whilst playing their roles, in The Santa Show!

--- Christmas 2017

Colors of Nature

Blow me away,
I said to the wind and the rain.
With each shudder
Help me cast my skin away!

The wind plucked the leaves
Off my hands.
And wove them into a carpet
That draped all lands.

And under it's cozy covering 
New saplings found shade.
And so from the rough clutches of winter 
they stealthily evade.

Oh the beauty of Nature is so unfathomable,
Withhold my leafy plumage, as it bursts into flames.
And patiently I sleep, while the snow, to my many hands cling,
Waiting for the rise of the phoenix, until the next spring.

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.