learnings

Why do people compare? When an apple is not an orange An orange is not a mango... Why do people compare? When a rose is not a lily When lily is not a lotus? Why do people compare? When cheese is not cream When cream is not butter.. Why do people compare? Is it because man is never satisfied.. Is he in the quest for perfection For the greener grass For Utopia?? Parents compare Teachers compare Siblings compare Spouses compare Too many choices. too little time to love Is it so hard to love. To treasure and cherish What or whom you love??

How I love my Sunday morns.. The crisp newspapers await me languidly The golden brown toast invites me Melting hot Assam tea beckons me The TV drones.. The bed slumbers on.. My laptop clinks My cell sings.. The whole world lies there mesmerizing But I lie still Allowing the moments to pass This is my day.... My time..

The dusty roads led me to enchantment I stood bewildered and captivated For I was transported to another era.. An era of courtesans, kings and warriors! I felt trapped within my soul Which longed to unleash the dancer in me. As I gazed with amazement At the magic of sculpture in front of my eyes! Mesmerized I let my fingers roam on the carvings Feeling the sweat of the sculptor Pour onto the filigree, trellis and detail! She gazed into the mirror, he fought valiantly She carried the babe, she played the drums He stood stoic still... So many stories wrought upon soap-stone Which gleamed and glinted in the rain-washed splendor!! This is dedicated to my recent visit to the Belur ( http://www.karnataka.com/tourism/belur ) and Halebid ( http://www.karnataka.com/tourism/halebidu ) temples built by the Hoysalas.. It took about 103 years to build the temples.

My heart cried aloud As I watched yet another Movie based on this paradise.. Manipulation of children Manipulation of the masses Manipulation of power.. Blood, bullets and burns. Snow capped mountains Shadow this valley of death! The Jhelum cannot wash the stains Of fear, greed and murder The Dal lies still and mute To the silent whimper and loud bellows. Man, woman and child Are mere puppets In the manic hand of the Rupee!!!!

I sleep with my head to the south.. I pray even in the shower.. I do not care if my door faces north.. I do not worry about the cat Crossing my path!! I wake up to see my own face I do not worry about any Particular caste/community.. I do not worry about tasting a recipe Zodiac is mere past time.. Rituals are mere fun.. If I build a house I shall Not be dominated by Vaasthu!! Feng-shui can be in the background! Black is my favourite color Thirteen does not bother me.. Cleanliness of the mind and heart is my forte.. Clean home, clean thoughts are my jewels.. Be humane is my motto For the Lord shall tread with me What more do i need???????????

If the world is right Or am I? If I go out is not alright But if he goes out its alright! If he streaks its ok But not if I! If I am sozzled, its criminal If he is ,it's normal If I drop names it's 'bad' If he drops names he is a stud!! If I get jealous I am a nag.. If he gets jealous he is loving!! If I order I am not brought up well If he orders he is in control!! Is it that I am perfect in a wrong world Or is it that the I am wrong in the perfect world?? I may be dubbed crazy, may be weird.. But then who makes the rules.. I am unperturbed For It's bliss in what I believe... Or is it..... I wrote this because often we go thro' conflicting emotions, don't we? It surprises me how we adapt, change according to situations.. This poem is not an opinion. It's merely a sharing of thoughts. Why is it that humans are so hypocrites?Or are we not? Are we behind a mask or are we not? Is it because we are blessed with immense intelligence? Or is it because we are s...

Mother India bows her head in shame today, Decades have gone past since we gained freedom Yet her daughters lie in bondage everywhere.. Babies crushed at conception Infants murdered brutally Young brides still being burnt Wives tortured and abused.. Sisters starve for brothers to eat. Honour killings reign supreme today! Whose pride and lineage are they protecting? O Man can you be complete without a woman? O Wretched souls you are snuffing out motherhood! Where rockets should fly, there flows blood Robots seem to be more safe and humane. Is anyone hearing my cry? Or is it lost in the dark holocaust?? I write this with tremendous pain in my heart on reading about the honour killings in the North. Whither goes my Land, my Janmabhoomi??? Swapna