Category Archives: Memories

In Memory of a Father

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It is again that time of the year,
When a question popped in my mind,
When I knew what was passing in my mind,
When my desires and wishes were to be fulfilled,
The cruel notch of the time by GOD happened,
My bleeding tears came down my face,
Not knowing What to do next???,
I stood out there with a little courage in my heart,
And got the strength to become stronger in life,
As my father taught me to live this Man’s World,
And to take up his legacy forward,
And to live on forever in this world happily ever after
The way he wanted me to live.

Memory

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Fixed in a moment of agony
Of pain and shame and fear
Revisiting the moment
Regurgitating the vomit
Belonging to a sick soul
My body resists and recalls
To redeem myself is impossible
With breasts that’s grown fuller
With disturbed pangs of pleasure
The shame of his sin returns
Tormenting me, forcibly
Ageing skin and failing vision
Refuse to let go of the moment
Laughter clubs, yoga clinics
Myriad ways of escape
May be a hand that feels the pain
Will fight the demons away… May be?

In Memory of a Father

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As days, months and years have passed by me, all through the way
Twenty five long years flew away today, it is time for me to go by the past lane
To remember my daddy as a emotional release of the past evergreen in my heart
Who had a battle in the end days of his life with much pain
Never to come back again but just to loose it with ease
Daddy you had a life of a hero and you were the best
Years don’t make it easy, it makes all the more harder
Just to make me cry in the nights remembering you
I hope I have made you proud, though there might have been some fall outs in my life
Always wishing to hold your hands and scream out and call upon you
And show you how proud I have made you all these twenty five years that passed by.

I will be here

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You should have bid Goodbye while leaving,
the sudden void draining the breath out of me;
You should have shown a sign of your plan, but
your unexpected departure crushed me out

We were together all the way till now, but
you never, even a hint, told me that you want
to move ahead, on your own, that too alone
but I would never, ever, have been a hurdle to you

You showed the dreams and you made me laugh
and you promised to be with me always and
guided, corrected and scolded me when I err
and I felt a new life and renewed vigour to move ahead

Your leftover memories, like fallen dry leaves
will be scattered around by the wind of time,
and the deep cuts and wounds you left
may also get healed in time

Let me wish you peace and happiness and
let me hope you keep smiling, lest you always
bear in mind that whenever you feel alone or down
I will be here, always, waiting for you.

Manna Dey, the Singing Legend

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The saddest of the sad days was the day
When the legend Manna Dey passed away.
Singing for the screen for six sizzling decades,
Winning many an award and accolades;
Manna’s voice was sweet as manna from heaven,
Sweetening all the ears of his loving listeners,
His was the sixth finest voice to thrive,
Rafi, Hemant, Mukesh, Talat and Kishore the other five.
The fragrance of his finest songs would linger
For as long as the songs remind us of the great singer.
Manna doesn’t drop from heaven every other day;
It needs another Manna Dey
To shower manna-like music on earth,
Now that he has gone to the upper berth.

The Great “Uncommon man” – RK

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Now the common man will never be at the
Fingertip of this uncommon man…
But the impact of the sketch will
Ever leave a laughing thought,
In the minds of millions of humans…
He will always be missed
Though can never be replaced.
The man of lines, who mixed the straight
And the curved with innovative thoughts.
The sketch pen from which the “You Said It”
Were flowing out was never a sword to him,
But a true and a deep friend of him.
The affluent and satiric black and whites
Really depicted the mood of a nation.
Alas! The creator is no more…
And the common man is really orphaned…

The Saving Grace

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I wait,
unrelenting,
day and night.
In the noon- The sun, bright
In the night- The moonlight
I wait.

I wait,
left and right
I search and wait
yet no light.
I shout your name
beautiful dame,
till I am hoarse,
My voice no more than a moan.
Silently, I wait.

I wait,
throat parched
back arched,
hallucinations around every corner,
I see stars and checks.
Your pheromones still fresh in memory,
kicking me on
Not sure what burns in me
the contents of the empty bottle
or you- my hearts content.
Unknown to me.
I wait.

I wait,
Knowing you’re mine.
Yet I whine
for that elusive sign- a glimmer of hope.
Your mesmerising smile,
makes me do another mile
I trudge on and
wait.
While I wait,
my body and brain beg to relent
the heart rules unrelenting.
You’ve always brought out the fighter in me.

There is lightning and then thunder
Why I refuse to run, I wonder, even in the pitter-patter
unknown, unshaken, unmoved and unwilling
I wait even in the rain
knowing it will be in vain
For- your taste still lingers…
Lovely love

I’m tired, I still go on…

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I let the candle burn
I let the sweat run
Can’t hold it anymore
But I still go on…
And before the night falls into another burning day
I let my tears burn wherever my shadows lay
Hoping they would make a mark
A ray of hope in pitch dark
For I’m tired… I still go on…

But before the day arrives
And takes them out of sight
I want to see them all
Before I move in bright
But to all as it seems bright
That day is darker than night
And so I hold my night before it falls
For this night gives me a vision to see it all
The shadows on this wall…

I see a maiden dressed in light
Braiding someone’s hair
I see a game of hide and seek
Worth someone finding her pair
I see two girls fighting and cribbing
And ever refusing to share
I see two arms consoling each other
To believe I’m always there…

And so my tears burn
Where the shadows run
And there they leave a mark
Craving to hold on
For I’m tired, but I still go on…

Half the candle burned away
Half the night swept away
And slowly the shadows reduce to half
I see no maiden but I still see someone
Someone I see only half…

I now see some strange shadows around
Torturing the soul unbound
Binding it in cages of fear
Of love, of happiness, of hollow tears
But the marks are different here
Those traced of red
Capturing the lost sound…

But the shadow escapes those marks
Again I let it go
And likewise I let the time flow
To dry the left over marks
For I’m tired, I still go on…

I light a new candle for the night still remains
And darker it gets as my vision expands
And darker it gets as the shadow expands
My innocent self becomes fearful behind the shadow stains…

The shivering shadow turns fearless
Fearless in search of existence
Fearless in search of being
And I see someone moving alone
Alone in the company of dreams…

And there the night falls
My tears come to light
I find no marks
I find no shadow
All engulfed in bright…

The fearful shadow disappears
The fearless self remains
And here my vision ends
And here I turn insane…

The blind self craves for light
In the day full of shimmering bright
It is blind, it loves to be so
For light it cannot take in
In search of light, in want of light
In dark it flew all night
And so the light has made it blind
And the craving self goes on…

I let the sweat run
And the dead candle burn
And the lost shadow run…

For the day is here to make me blind
And I keep searching in dark
My crave for light will forever go on…

I’m tired, I still move on…

Moonlit Walk

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An autumn night when the wind equals a whisper,
Yellow moon shining on trees bereft of leaves,
An avenue of black on the road that snakes beneath.

Trees that shadow a thousand year sown… hark!
Who walks alone amidst this light unhallowed,
The most haunting of paths as ever was known?

Sweet Innocence

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Tell me how I could live again
Those vibrant and colourful days
When my heart was light, my thoughts were free
When life seemed a miracle with so many things to see…
Tell me how I could feel again
The wonder as I peep through the window
The joy of sunshine, the moods of the wind
The music of rain and the mysteries of heaven…
Tell me how I could seek again
The simple pleasures that life had to offer
Sing-alongs and bed-time stories and family
And smile again when I’m dreaming…
Tell me how I could revel again
In being me and see no flaws
Love me, live my life and be happy
Tell me how I could be me again…
Tell me how I could hold you again
For without you I lost so many things
Those seem trivial but mean so much
Show me again the content and bliss…
Come back to me Sweet Innocence…

Do you also look for those dreamy eyes

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When rain-drenched leaves waft their smell
And in the grey sky clouds wander alone
From behind whom the golden sunrays peep;
When, on the singing twigs of flowers,
Butterflies tipsy with joy spread their colours
Then at this time do you remember,
That someone is waiting for you,
With a smiling face and eyes full of rosy dreams
Even if raven hair will show wires of silver
Even if thousand seasons will change
These dreamy eyes will look only for you
In different seasons, flowers and faces
As if you’re somewhere around?!
Do you look for those dreamy eyes and smiling face
In any flower, song or butterfly;
In fresh whiff of breeze
And pink twilight?

Sweet to Remember

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It is sweet to remember the best thoughts of the world!
It is sweet to remember the best achievements of one!
It is sweet to remember the best portions of one’s life!
First things are first impression that is sweet to remember!

First day to school, lone journey to a hill station, or
First success in exam, appoint in job and first salary, or
First night after marriage, honeymoon and first child, and
Many things are sweet but first achievement is sweeter!

Classical ideas that are touching the heart move all much
And are sweeter to remember than romantic ideas flying fast!
Romantic stories sans morality though sweet are bad for mind;
But moral stories sans romantic ideas though great are insipid!

Food and medicine sans sweetness though good are uneasy to taste;
Romantic moral stories like tasty hygienic foods are sugar coated pills;
Yet, they are all sweet to remember and good for total manhood in life.
Things sweet to remember transforms difficult life into a tasty one!

Indeed life cannot be successful sans the guidance of knowledge;
But without the inspiration of love challenges won’t end in laurels!
Sweet thoughts give romantic mood to take up adventures to success!
Best classical thoughts, achievements and times of life are always sweet!

Photos, presentation articles, love letters and letters to friends are souvenir
That gives sweet thoughts and moods when one is on a difficult adventure!
A souvenir is a symbol of sweet things to remember at anytime in life!
Yes, great achievements are actually kindled by seemingly small souvenirs!

1% of inspiration provokes 99% of perspiration to achieve a great work!
A great book or Temple or monument inspires men to make miracles!
Naturally it is sweet to remember the Great Spirit, great mind or heart
Whenever we see a great of work of art or science in the world we live in!

Rose

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In my eyes you are perched,
How I define you,
In my mind you are a rose,
The sign of love
I know you belong to me

Oh rose, why have you not told her
I am in love with her
Oh rose, please don’t do this
Oh! Your beauty attracts the world
Your aroma reaches every corner
But you are still in my mind

Dear, here I am waiting for you
With a heart of rose
Where were you wandering
Why are you so late
Dear, I am here alone
The aroma rose, get down
My heart is dead now
Now the small beats
Searching you where you are!

The Long Night and The Last Night

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The first night in the hostel toughest, no doubt about it
The first time night seems like long time to go
Felt hand burning and half minded when I left my place
I was into that cell, I saw the windows as bars slam home
Felt that’s when I know it’s for real
Days passed in the blink of an eye
Occupied by thoughts of the mind
Tenderness of the wind felt again
Time passes, it gets so you depend on them now
The part that counts in these three years
I remember my last night
Hard to leave the place once felt tough to stay