Countdown

The countdown begins - 10, 9, 8...

But that’s a different story...

Is it really different?

All that begins ...ends

 ..................

To begin again!!

Yet it is so important

For every time it begins,

It has a purpose,

Purpose that gets lost

In the process of living

That fog around it gets dispersed

As I move towards zero,

It gets clearer and clearer

Cannot give any excuse

I resolve

Every count will lift me up

Not take me down

yes, it is different.

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Trail

As I grow older…..

It is almost compelling

To talk or to write

To express….

Alone in my room,

Wondering why?

Water is dripping from a leaking tap,

Making sound,

Disturbing tranquility.

I  look up

Overhead tank is almost empty……

Not long

Before sound stops.

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Art of NOT living...

Art of not living!

I will read all books I want to....when I have some more time!

I will travel all places I want to...... later some times!

I will meet my old time pals..... Some day!

I will sure relish food I love.....later when relaxed!

I will take days off to do nothing.... when retired!

I want to play like a child.... but stop when think of others around!

I will express my true feelings......to someone someday

Have been waiting for right time, right person, right ambiance, right........

How long will I?

Days and years pass..... Yet I always seem to think,

I have lots of time!

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Not everything change

Holding your hand

Carrying a bag heavy with your stuff

Taking to doctors

Waiting for hours

Is as adoring as

Taking you for a fine dinner, my friend!

Each new stage of life

New role played

Yet same old feelings!

Same, always!

What change is on periphery

Centre remains unaffected.   

Madness again

A bloody day again

How long will this madness go on?

How foolish it is of them

To think that mindless killings will change

Nature of human on earth.

Can it kill

Kindness

Innocence                                           Love

And mercy in people?

                                                             

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And 

how long will world avoid looking where problem is?

Let world unite to say

“An individual’s connection with God (call Him by any name)

Is his private matter

It is up to him how he finds and maintains his connection

No state can have religion

No school can have religion

No place of prayer/meditation can have religion

No funding for religion”

For purpose of religions is lost

Politics of it remains

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A Leaf

A leaf falls.

Was it blown away by wind?

Or was tired of the tree?

Or tired of holding on?

Or was tree tired of it?

Or was wind and earth more alluring?

Does it matter?

A leaf falls.

A moment passed.

New leaf will fill the space

 A heart felt pain

 A moment passed

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Written for " A Prompt each Day"

Prompt : LEAF

Real Hero, Ravindra Patil.

Real Hero

Ravindra Patil

Once a young boy from Satara

Well built, joins police force

And gets trained as a commando,

Found good to be posted to guard a high profile film star.

Fulfilling his role as a commando,

as a police man,

as a good citizen

Rushed to police station on that dreadful night of Sept 28, 2002

When car of the star he was escorting

Ran over some people sleeping on a footpath,

He told what he witnessed,

Filed an FIR

Stood on his ground

A good commando he was

Department he worked in found him liability

Friends deserted,

Media ignored

Was brought to street

Reduced to a skeleton weighing about 30 kg

He died on Dec’23 2007

Salute to him.

A good commando he was.

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Note : Star was tried in court of law and found guilty. He was sentenced five years of imprisonment. Judgment was announced yesterday 06.May 2015. Trial lasted for thirteen years.

Mumbai India.

Touching

Everything that touches my soul

making me feel lively to life

With smile or tears,

Helps

Make this life worthwhile

More aspiration

More strength to my wings

More courage

And

Sky more open

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Circles

It defines

It includes

It attracts likes

It expands

It contracts

All around its center

Your circles define you

Yet you are not your circles

Remain centered

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OSI Prompt : Circles

My Friend

 Wrinkles on her face

Reveal her age

Not how lively is she

Know her well and

Get inspired to live

Again and again

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OSI Prompt : Wrinkles

Not Fragile

Not Fragile

It has seen

My swinging moods

Her brazen ways

Ups and downs of life

Yet strengthen as we grow old,

For it is friendship

Not just relationship!

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OSI Prompt : Fragile

Myth

In love life after life

Myth to others

Story of past life

Fact seen in sky

As a bright twin star

Called Arundhati & Vasistha

In love life after life

Myth it may be

Arise feeling real

Testimonial precious 

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In certain Hindu tradition a couple after wedding is shown a twin star in sky by the priest. Couple is asked to see it once daily. The star is called Arundhati & Vasistha.

It is actually two stars revolving around each other, seen from earth as one.

Husband and wife should be like Vasishta and Arundhati – an ideal couple in Hindu mythology. No one is supposed to go around the other. Both go around each other and move together.

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OSI Prompt: Myth

Stone

Stone

Some see me

Some see in me

Value poles apart

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Written for Haiku Heights

Meaning of Life

Meaning of life

It is a blank canvas gifted to you

Fill it with colors you want, colors you like,

It is an open sky

Create your own rainbows,

It is a fertile land

Grow garden of your choice,

An album of pictures you choose to take,

It is a poetry you compose,

Story you write

And song you sing

Meaning of life is created by you, for you.

By design or by default!

Void

She is known for her managing skills

Things are well under her control

Be it at work, at home, in party, in picnic

All well managed

Yet she often feels sad

Especially at the end

Be it end of a working day or

When party is over

There is a void at every end

And

She is yet to master art of managing void

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OSI Prompt : Feelings

Liquid

All she wants is to be treated as

One of them, part of them,

Adjusting with

Husband and in-laws,

Their ways, tastes, values,

Like liquid taking shape of the vessel

Alas she lost her own identity

Often she is made to wonder

If she is a part of them

Or like liquid that can be emptied

.....And replaced?

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OSI Prompt : Liquid

Curtain

If I reveal it,

Seen by you is only a side facing you

Other sides remain unknown

If I say it,

Heard is only that reach you

Silent cry of my heart remains unheard

Is it not better to just let it be

Behind the curtain?

Curtain doesn’t curtail, it

Alleviates love, for

On its both sides is God,

In reasons as well in passion

Question is

‘Is HE in my heart?’

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“Since you are a breath in God’s sphere

And a leaf in God’s forest,

You too should rest in reason and

Move in passion”

--Kahlil Gibran

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OSI Prompt : Curtain

Embroidery

Gift of a Knitted heart

Helped stitch her

Wounded love

Yet scars remind painful past

Lost, at standstill

Moments pass

With a heavy sigh

Getting on with chores

She smiles at pain

Pinks, greens and blues

Splash of philosophical white

Embroidery of life

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OSI Prompt :  Embroidery 

Just a walk

I am here to walk some distance

To spot and enjoy beauty around

In places, in people,

In tales, in talks

In gardens, in jungle

In rain, in bathroom showers

In city roads and mountain tracks,

Magic I seek

To put smile on my lips

A song of love in my heart

Dance in my deeds and

Fragrance of friendship in air

For some distance I walk here

I am here to walk some distance

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Charisma

 Charisma

Those eyes

Lock with mine for a few moments

A spark is ignited

Spellbound, I look back

Till she turns around the corner

This happened when I was in teens

Yet

Captivated I feel now

As glimpse of those eyes pass through mind

And I relive 

Those moments a little

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OSI Prompt : Charisma