Sunday, August 21, 2011

Cleaning needed


Cleaning needed

Obsessed about cleanliness
Uttered dirty words arrogantly
Spotting filth in a corner

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OSI Prompt : Obsession.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

A letter to Respected Prime Minister from a common man.


Dear Prime Minister,

Subject :  Spirit of constitution

Dear Sir, in your letter when you asked Shri Anna Hazare to follow constitution in its spirit, your anxiety to maintain order of law can be well understood and appreciated. As a law abiding citizen I too will not want my country to derail from the path of peace and growth even for one hour.

By the same token, in the true spirit of constitution, I envisage that an elected PM in a vibrant democracy must go after corrupt ministers. Nothing can come in his ways, least fear that Government may lose its majority. Politics of coalition is not a permission to tolerate inefficiencies and practices that may even create doubt about corruption. It is absolutely against spirit of constitution.

Sir, I think it is still not too late. Please act in true spirit of constitution and save our nation from going into the state of anarchy.

1)    1)  Go with full force at your command against doubtful /corrupt practices.

2)   2) Give parliament an opportunity to discuss Jan-Lokpal Bill as drafted by civil society (Now represented by Shri  Anna Hazare and his team). Let parliament decide. Isn’t parliament supreme in democracy?

3)    3)  Make it clear by your actions that you stand for clean and efficient governance as a PM of this country and chances of Government losing power or Congress party returning to power in next election is not a matter of consideration for you as a PM.

4)      Sir, I think people of this country deserve this.

Sir, you have nothing to lose.

Jai Hind.
A common man 

16.8.11

Spirit of the matter


Spirit of the matter

It is felt
Deep within
Respected, held dear
Close to heart.

Followed intuitively
Wide awaken or in sleep.

When followed as such,
Gets embedded within,
Inducing same in others.

Those who cannot accept it
Stay away.

Those who love it
Come closer,
Strengthening it further.

                                                            Harshad
                                                                                16.8.11

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Gossip


Whisper when spread
Soon turns in to a gossip
Hurting someone deep
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Written for Haiki Heights

One Single impression: Silence


One Single impression:   Silence

On a garden bench
After morning walk,
Relaxed
I see…..

A quill floating in the air
Drifting slowly up
and down

A butterfly with green and red spots
Passes over my head
Then goes on to flower near,
A call of cuckoo
Soon answered by his mate,
Two friends on a bench next
Sharing a joke…laughing loudly

Cool morning air
Passing through my nostrils
Touching deep into my stomach
……….Making me
Lighter
Lighter…..

Floating with quill
Slowly up
And down……..
Flowing …….with flow
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OSI prompt: Silence 

Friday, August 12, 2011

Silence and wants



 Silence   and   wants


After rapid spirited climb
To the peak
…….Warm breathe cooling and slowing,
Still feeling pleasing pain 
of pulled hair

Head resting over her heart…..
Hear pounding of her heart beats
Dhak…..dhak ….dhak

Her hand moving in my head
Playing with hair,
Her heart beats loud and clear
Dhak……………….dhak ……………….dhak
Pause between two beats
more spacious.

In that space
I vanish.
Remain
Just..... silence

…….No wants
Just silence
For a few moments.

(Silence visits in many ways. Are we there to receive?)
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OSI Prompt : Silence

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Dream


D r e a m

It must be there
Buried
Deep beneath where
My awareness could not reach.

Surfaced in my unawareness
Touched my heart,
Filled me with affection
I had known only playing in his lap
But not since then

In the morning, still
Traces of that experience lingering within, I
Searched and found old family album
Looked at my uncle’s picture and
Thanked him
For visiting me last night.

It must be there
Buried
Deep within,
What I had known playing in his lap
But not since then.

Flying happens only in dream
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Poem dedicated to NANA KAKA.

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OSI Prompt : Dream