The Strong, Courageous Colors of Today

Burst through red-tinted windows

Into the fiery orange morning sky

Take in the light mist

Take in the springy gait of the early morning risers

Spread your arms wide

Embrace the day as it settles down on you

Embrace it for its newness

Embrace it for its uncertainties

Embrace it for the hope it brings

And the beauty that you could fill it with

A coloring book of unfettered beauty,

Today is a world of possibilities

Fill it as you will, fill it as you must

With colors you deem suited

But remember – there is always a but –

That once the colors sink in

Once the seconds pass, once the minutes pass

They morph into memories

Have-beens that you cannot change

Dreams are reflections of the future

While memories are impressions of the past.

Fill up the colors with wisdom, with intelligence

Let there be hope, let there be pride

In the way you wield your colors

In the way they flow into your memories

In the way you look at what’s to come.

Remember the fiery orange sun that’s rising

Remember its transformation into the prickly yellow of the noon

And its relapse into fire.

You could mirror it in ways the galaxies cannot fathom

You could wrap your arms around yourself

And turn into the phoenix you know you are,

Choosing your colors as you breathe,

Every breath giving you more reasons to live,

More reasons to love the book you’re coloring in.

In the end, when another opens your book,

And is bombarded with the colors you were bold enough to use,

They’d be wondrous, they’d be jealous, they’d be admiring

That you had enough courage, enough strength

To appreciate today, to praise today, and live in today.

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Let Me Have This Moment…

When I’m distraught

When I’m trying to pour my heart out

Into your waiting ears

Listen

Give me a few words of comfort

Hug me

Give me a smile

A smile of reassurance

That everything will be alright

Even if I believe otherwise

Override my senses

Override my belief in the brimming negativity

Tell me snippets

Of hope

Of courage

Of things that turned out alright

Of people who love me

Of why they love me

Tell me something to drive away the darkness

Tell me something to make me feel alive

To make me feel worthy

To help me navigate my way

Out of this swamp.

 

But never ever.

Never ever take this time

To compare your troubles with mine

Your troubles are important, too

But let me have this time

To complain

To get it out of my system

To rant and to rave

Until I’m exhausted

Your troubles are important, too

But don’t tell me mine are nothing

That mine are nothing compared to what you are going through

For it is all relativity

You’d understand if you’d walk in my shoes

And I’d understand if I walked in yours

But I’d never say that your troubles

Are nothing when compared to mine

One day, I’ll listen to you rave and rant, too

About your woes

About everything that is wrong

And everything that is won

In your life that is far thrown

From my own troubled one

 

Until then

Let me have this moment

Of letting out steam

Of complaining

Of venting

Of telling you my woes.

 

All I ask for in return

Is a little love

A little patience

And a little more compassion.

 

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We Are With You, Nepal!

Immense tragedies have rocked the world

Serving disasters, that so noisily unfurled

How can man know what destiny doles out?

How can he save himself and the whole crowd?

Can he escape from the littlest of dooms?

Where can he go, to which of the world’s rooms?

How can make out how with anger He shakes?

How can he pacify the Earth’s rumbling quakes?

Thousands of people eaten up by Earth’s core

Leaving their families, heartbroken and sore

There is nowhere you can go to escape the death penalty

Other than having the hope of fleeing the monstrous calamity

Tears and hiccoughs that accentuate the thousands of faces

Sympathies and empathies that run through the world’s races

They can now be found aplenty, on thousands of faces and hearts

But you can never know how the tragedy actually starts

Rocking the nation that houses the mighty mountains

The Earth takes no pity, be it common men or chieftains

But as the world watches with shocked faces, the mountains’ thunderous fall

They echo in unison, “We are with you Nepal!”

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How Different Will 2015 Be?

Yes, 2015 has begun, bringing with it truckloads of expectations, resolutions, happiness and a hope to diminish the sorrows. Left, right and center, there are people wishing each other a Happy New Year. I have done so myself. But how can we make sure that the wished Happy New Year indeed turns out to be a Happy New Year? Will we be able to put aside the hypocrisy and treat everyone the way we would love to be treated? Will we be able to practise what we preach?

AND….

Will women be able to walk safely on dark, deserted streets alone?

At ten in the night, without the catcalling, without the fear of the unknown?

Will people understand that not all men that are rough-looking and hairy

Are axe-murderers, are out to get you, not all of them are scary?

Will we help the poor like we advocate on social networking sites?

Or just throw them a fleeting glance and zoom away from the traffic lights?

Will we do something to help ourselves breathe easier?

Or just shake our heads as our surroundings get greasier?

Will we understand that our children have numerous ways to grow?

Or will we just make them take the same old classes, with dreams of cars and bungalows?

Will we silently nod in agreement when a boy’s family demands something?

Or will we realize that marrying off a daughter in meek agreement is not triumphing?

Will we treat a social worker better than we treat movie stars?

Or will we forget all about his good work and remember just his scars?

Will we just remember the helmets, the bats, the balls and the wicket?

Or will we long-lastingly start honoring so many games other than cricket?

Will we honor the many soldiers who lay down their lives for the country?

Or will the processions be for people who spent their lives not-so-humbly?

Will we treat our daughters-in-law the way we treat our daughters?

Or will we just get our sons married so that they can test the waters?

Will we finally abolish the hypocrisy that is so embedded in our systems?

Or will we still languish in the beliefs that will make us question our existence?

Will we send terrorists to the gallows on time before they can relish their jail time?

Or will we just keep throwing case dates forward and let them treat us like slime?

Will we realize that a person’s behavior and their acts actually build their reputation?

Or will we just hang on to the fact the caste, creed and color are enough to judge a person?

Will we realize that all we need for our sons and daughters are soulful life partners?

Or will we just continue to squabble like monkeys over food in a larder?

Will we treat women the way we treat our countrymen?

Or will we put them behind unseen bars, like soundless, cooped up hen?

Will we respect ourselves more than we respect the views of society?

Or will we be scared of what the world thinks of us in our shackled sobriety?

Will we realize that what we need is to break some filthy stereotypes?

Or will we just lie back and watch as people build more boring archetypes?

Will we finally realize that friendships and relations are important for us to last?

Or will we let the remains of those threads silently let us drift apart?

Will we let new avenues make us forget the roots that built the present “us”?

Or will we go back at times, in time, and dig up those happy treasures?

Will we finally realize that what we first need is for ourselves to be happy?

Let the world go to hell, let it rot, let it be grumpy and catty!

Will we start in a positive direction that will build us a new, beautiful way?

Despite us holding on to the knowledge that Rome was not built in a day?

So on such thoughts let’s work to get answers and change what has been,

Let’s ponder about all the above and strive to make a better 2015!

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Will The Heart Fulfil Its Dreams?

Forgetting the heartbreaks of the year gone past,

The heart hopes that the newest strengths will forever last.

The eyes open slightly to the fresh light of the New Year,

But the air is the same, only mixing with an unknown fear.

A fear of what is to come, of what is yet to happen,

Of those negatives to lessen and the positives to sharpen.

The fear of the unknown sharpens its revengeful claws,

To raise to the fore, the heart’s fatal flaws.

What is to come, what’s the world yet to show?

How many more feelings are yet to silently grow?

How many more feelings are yet to silently grow?

Only to be laundered off and silently mowed?

What has destiny, for the heart, kept ready to offer?

But what has it in mind to take back against what it proffers?

How many smiles will it willingly put on the face?

How many tears will it send gushing down to race?

With questions buzzing in the innermost recesses,

The feet finally touch the floor, reeling against the unsure guesses.

How many mysteries will life, for the heart, unravel?

Will the heart fulfil its dreams, will it finally travel?

Mangalyaan!

The man gazed at the skies in wide-eyed amazement,

And wondered what lay beyond the vastness,

Beyond the blue, beyond the clouded encasements,

Was it colorful beauty or was there unending blackness?

 

His lively contemplations brought him no rest,

He tossed and turned in the dreary night,

He was completely overwhelmed and powerfully impressed,

His aspirations blossomed with all their might.

 

So he passed down his knowledge to his future generations,

Who strived to fulfil their progenitor’s dream,

Diversity in their cultures did not lessen their veneration,

But the Red Planet was now in focus, now it suddenly seemed.

 

They spent billions of dollars for a chance to circle Mars,

Exploring the neighbor was now an important mission,

They spent days and nights, working into late hours,

And successfully gained international recognition.

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Picture Courtesy:  ISRO’s Mars Orbiter’s Twitter Page (@MarsOrbiter)

 

Then from India came the rich, cultured tribe,

They made Mars possible in a tenth of those billions of dollars,

They went about their work quietly, no diatribes,

Only in success did they positively holler.

They brought pride to a nation of a billion and a quarter people,

They were now on par with the rest, they were now equal,

They made the Mars Mission immensely important to the Indian Human,

They named it after the planet itself, they named it Mangalyaan.

The Fault in Our Stars – A Poem

Okay.

This might look like I am obsessed with The Fault In Our Stars. In reality, I am. That book has influenced me like no other in recent times. The last time I was raving this fanatically about a book was when I read Not a Penny More, Not a Penny Less.

So, coming back to The Fault in Our Stars, I was so touched and influenced, that I rustled up a poem on this absolutely wonderful story. Thought I would share it with everyone. I hope you like it. 🙂

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As a child with a million impossible dreams, I looked up to the skies,

As my eyes found the brilliant stars, I let out a series of wondrous cries.

I called out to my Dad and asked him to pluck out one or two fistfuls,

He said those stars are too far, and this life too small, and I wondered why he looked so wistful.

I talked to my Mom and clung to her tight, as she held me to her bosom,

As my mind found the reasons why I grew up, my mind really started to blossom.

I called out softly and asked her how she felt as I gradually started to grow up,

She answered that she was proud and that she couldn’t contain the happiness that threatened to blow up.

But I hardly saw the pain that dwelled deep within her, such loving gazes she held,

As Dad held her hand and strove to explain, it was then that the angst I beheld.

I embraced her with as much force of love and support that I could consciously muster,

It was then that I knew why my Dad seemed so wistful, for God was out to test her.

I had met him that day when they’d said I needed help, that I needed people like me around me,

And I could constantly feel those feelings of love that were beginning to surely surround me.

There was peace, there was love and then there was more, as I couldn’t live longer without him,

But life was never fair, nor was it happy, and the light in his life grew dim.

The tears won’t stop rolling, my heart won’t stop aching, yet I stop slaying myself,

For I did me a favor by falling in love, how can I ever be repaying myself?

And this night I lay, clutching him to my chest, I lay on the dewy grass,

It is then that I realize that the fault is not in me, but it is just in those bright blue stars.

“Okay, Hazel Grace?”

“Okay.”

Disclaimer: I do not own ‘The Fault in Our Stars’. All references here are made to the book, ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ and to the author, John Green. Thank you, John Green, for giving us such a wonderful book. 🙂

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