Magic is about to happen.

Magic is about to happen.

I have heard from bright twinkling stars.

I have seen in the colourful lights 

and in every glistening eyes.

I have sensed it in every winter scent

and in every cold breeze, gushing as if singing a song of merriment.

I have smelled it in every home’s dishes.

Fun fact! it smelled the same happy taste even in the homes of less privilege.

Told you, magic is about to happen.

As it is a time of hopes, happiness, prayers.

So be hopeful, be happy and pray with pure intention.

Because, magic is about to happen.

This poem is a reflection of my anticipation of this new year 2021 and this is how, I would like to embrace this year of 2021. Would like to know, what’s your anticipation about this new year 2021? Your response will be highly appreciated because I feel by sharing words of happiness and positivity is what make this world a happy place for human kind. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

An encounter with Culture.

I am in love with culture,

I would rather say cultures.

I get to embrace them equally.

The best part is, it  never complains.

Tasting each of them is such an experience!

Voila! This is the reason for culture being so liberal.

Going by the fact,

 we always experience the things that are abstract.

That’s why you accept cross culture without being fussy 

unlike your concrete counterpart.

I guess, they have failed to understand, it’s you who gets them dressed.

Every time they got themselves naked,

 they blamed you saying-” it was your fault culture.”

Perhaps, a day will come

When your concrete counterpart will learn

 to take blame on themselves

for not getting fit into their old dresses.

TO OUR NATIONS’ PRIDE

When mind is feeble

And filled with the urge to hurt our very own nation

Either by plotting against nation’s security

Or by snatching someone’s right to life.

TRICOLOUR at sight.

Hope to set everything right.

As it’s a reflection of our nation’s pride sacrifice

Who only lived and is been living

Just for the sake of spreading love , peace and light.

ODE TO MY BOYFRIEND.

Having a boyfriend means so much

Coz it’s he who stays by you in your thick and thin.

Just then my inner self did somersault 

And told me, you too have a boyfriend-girl.

This inner voice has brought the fact to light 

And made me say- “Yes I have a boyfriend who has always been by my side.”

No , not distance or different from yours .

He is just the same, bearing all my angst and stupid stance

Still holds me gracefully in his arms.

At times I wonder-

How  can he be this calm?

It’s his very nature

That Bound me in his spell of charm.

I know, no words of gratitude would equate to what you have done.

Then to, this one is only for you – my boyfriend.

THANK YOU! For holding on to me and wait,

When I am not in a state to think straight.

THANK YOU! For taking me in your embrace,

When I feel defeated and lose my grace.

THANK YOU! For letting me bury myself into your arms,

When I am filled with rage,agony and angst.

I know, I have not done even half of what you always do for me.

But I promise to stick by your side till eternity.

For others you might appear to be just a bunch of papers entwined together.

For me, you are my refuge and confidant who I know will never let me wither.

With you to the other world I transcend

That’s why, I LOVE YOU MY BOYFRIEND.

HAPPY DIWALI

When AMAVAS (New Moon) night was lamenting,

“Why  am I so dark and considered a devil?”

It’s then with the coming of Lord Rama to his abode,

the same night

was illuminated by the thousands of “Diya lights.”

Darkness was engulfed by the radiant people’s unison.

There were cheers,laughter and celebration.

Devil is not in the night but in the mind.

That’s how Lord Rama shed the false beliefs about AMAVAS night.

SMILE HEALS

Recently I realized, smile heals.

So keep the chain of this healing smile going.

Share the smile, maybe we can make someone’s day.

Maybe we can become the reason for someone’s smile.

Maybe we can save someone’s life.

Maybe we can make someone realise that we are with you.

Let’s make our contribution count in this healing process by sharing this smile not only virtually but also in person.

Let each smile count.

KARMA of a lousy fickle mind

A lousy fickle mind

was proud of its badass crime.

So absorbed in its malicious act 

to satisfy its selfishness.

Stupid fellow didn’t realize its own foolishness.

Deeply drunk into its pernicious performance.

Forgot GOOD always WINS over EVIL.

No one came to its rescue this time,

albeit left alone.

That’s how KARMA intertwined and made it pay heavily for its crime.

Life is a journey

Life is a journey not a destination.

Get on a ride and experience all the emotions.

Happiness, joy, anger, fear, sadness.

Encounter each, one by one.

Some will make you, some will change you

But don’t let it break you.

Whenever any of these knock you down

Just bring the smile of courage and say,

“Its OK, you are just a part of my journey 

Not my life.”

A Tribute to Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam

This is a story of a boy,

born in a small town in South of India.

A boy, raised in an environ

where different faiths, cultures prayed the same way

and religion was only seen in an attire in those days.

A boy who had a deep desire to learn.

Who had seen a teacher in every person

whether it was his father, mother, brother and a friend.

This is a story 

of a boy turned into a young man.

This is a story of a young man

who had a great taste for philosophy and literature.

Who believed science doesn’t take man away from God,

instead they go hand in hand.

This is a story

of a young man

whose distinctive outlook turned him into a scientist.

This is a story of a scientist

whose perseverance gave India 

its 1st satellite launching station.

A scientist who believed, dreams need no cost and 

 launched the rocket with the help of a humble vehicle like a bicycle.

This is a story 

of a scientist

 who was prepared to be a Missile man.

This is a story of a “Missile man”

who revealed the forgotten fact

that rocketry was not a 20th century fad

instead it was the part of our land

since the reign of Tipu Sultan.

Indigenous man was he!

Revived rocketry and paid tribute to Tipu Sultan’s dream of the 18th century.

This is a story

of a missile man 

who rose to the prominence of President.

This is a story of a President

who defied all the inessential treatments.

Who seek every chance to mingle with young crowd

to make sure they prove to be an asset for our nation’s progress.

Who wanted to be remembered as a teacher

with an intention to ignite young minds

for India’s bright future.

This is a story

of a gentleman

who in a true sense

is a “People’s President.”

Inspired from – “Wings of Fire.”

ACCEPTANCE

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Acceptance would have been lot more easy if things would have changed 

From

KYA LADKI KI TARAH RO RAHA HAI.

(stop crying like a girl.)

 To

RONA IS A HUMAN THING NOT A GENDER BASED CHOICE.

From

YE TU KYA KAR RAHI HAI.

YE TERA KAAM NAHI HAI.

TU NAHI KAR PAYEGI.

(hey! what is she doing? this is not her job. she won’t be able to do it?)

  To

TU KOSHISH TO KAR. MUJHE PATA HAI TU KAR PAYEGI.

(let her try, I have a faith in her she can do it.)