Year: 2013
Light in the night
Light in the night
20 December 2013
Dust it came spread its might
A seemingly normal weather
But in it armies swarmed tight
Packed like moss and heather
Unprepared my heart in fright
I gazed upon steel and leather
And as I braced and flew in sight
Wings shed more than feather
Stars that shine burning bright
Bring my heartbeats together
Make the fears fade from light
Shine path above world nether
Tall it stood through the night
A maze of dark sleek and clever
Stark and tense was the fight
Millions more sprung by lever
On it went the somber plight
A thousand sprouts whenever
Cutting through left and right
Ten monsters’ heads I’d sever
And as once I slew I now write
In pens bright swords as ever
Heaven’s skies mind’s delight
Where soul flies free forever
Mort d’un cygne
Mort d’un cygne
19 décembre 2013
Blanc de nacre si vivifiant
Fraîcheur à jamais égalée
Nu doux pâleur s’exposant
De tout temps demi-vérité
Un pas deux trois refaisant
Six en dix temps dévoilée
Vol ne vient qu’après élan
Ailes battant bleue liberté
Lourd de corps s’assumant
Poids de retenue las inhibé
Frêle de vrai le retrouvant
Cou croix blancheur exhibé
Blanc de jour le mortifiant
Halte là un geste trop zélé
Ailes déployées se fermant
Enferment en soi rêve ailé
Las le pas en demi-devers
Entre le doute malheureux
Fastes réels en mot de vers
Résistants en trompe cieux
Bat la mesure en toc pivert
D’un écrit rouge amoureux
Bois de sec lui repeint vert
Temps d’un en fin de deux
Réveil chancelant d’Univers
Un pour un et l’être heureux
Deux de trois pas en arrière
Silence clôt de cygne le vieux
J’ai écouté un soir d’hiver
Un chant de cygne glorieux
Et comme dans un fait divers
Mort il gisait à mes yeux
To judge NOT walk on
To judge NOT, walk on
December 10, 2013
To listen oh but to listen!
To tales of glory untold
A gift of love will glisten
Within a pure heart of gold
.
To harken oh but to harken!
To skies of soul never sold
Cloud a sky will never darken
As old memory will unfold
.
To judge, oh but to judge?
On vague incentive for morale
To bring forth inner grudge
Weighing is but for the scale
.
To live oh yes but to live
Is a path of years just spent
As you give and then forgive
Walk in peace, head unbent
.
Take a lost piece of eternity
A tickled spot of willful glee
Add a teardrop of humanity
Walk on compassion’s spree
Tell me you were here
Tell me you were here
1 December 2013
A last sorrowful parting kiss
Pale are your cheeks
And darkened your eyes
Before grey of death blinds them
What dark magic? You are no more
.
You are no more but were
At the brink of every memory
Beyond my wildest dreams
A brief fleeting moment
Captured in my loving gaze
.
You were but now are no more
A thought flutters in mind
Of your dark hair a field of chaos
Strewn close on my cushion to taste
Of your sighs I avidly drank
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A chain rattled and locked inside
Clearing the mere memory of you
Dawn white brings to mind something
That long ago made me quiver
But were you really here?
Fallen arising
Arising fallen
24 November 2013
In every green leaf I see your face
Remembrance of forgotten grace
In every lost moment every ripple
Wings vanished, a walking cripple
Heaving with the renewed anguish
Of the loss of yonder soaring relish
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Eyes born into an unseeing world
But as the body turned and swirled
Glimpses of a long forgotten past
Stilled in heart rhythm stirred fast
A waking of my senses brought
A world within that heart forgot
.
It is of you yet heeds not thy course
Sucking in reminders of thy source
Ten thousand years swirled and flew
Memories of you that we once knew
In darkness of secret lay hidden deep
As Millennium lulled the soul to sleep
.
I hear your words, ten thunders’ voice
Let us now in our stilled hearts rejoice
For as it plays your own wondrous part
With soulless yet with good student art
They wake and see from you the form
Of it the treachery guileless, difform
Magic
Magic
6 November 2013
Wave and hail swing and lash
Creation is from thy wonder
Illusion fades from open gash
When voices bring in thunder
You knew me not, now no more
Will eyes upon me dwell
For inside me spirits roar
To clank of screeching knell
I washed ashore on frozen land
From deep and murky pond
Magic they say is in command
And not mere swing of wand
Light and dark in me they clash
Puzzles for minds to ponder
And light seals dark in a flash
Yet dark concealed lies under
Rub and rub till flesh is sore
And scrub you may as well
But light and dark mind once bore
Stay weaved by healing spell
Time goes by as seeping sand
While orbs within abscond
On goes brave and weaving hand
For earth with skies will bond
Senior Citizens do not get helped in India
The more we look, the more we find cases of elder abuse and of caretakers taking advantage of the person they are supposed to take care of. While we thought that our father’s case was an isolated one, we find that there are many who seem to share the same fate. We thought first this is only Chennai, maybe being away from the Central Government makes the situation less tenable but we actually find out it is even worse in the North.
The Police do nothing to stop the caretakers even when it is proven that the person has embezzled money.
Our complaint is still pending and we realise now that it is seldom that senior citizens ever get justice in India.
The below link speaks of a Mumbai-based editor who did the reverse of rags to riches and is now roaming the streets after her caretaker took advantage of her and defrauded her
Where is the police? What is the Government doing to protect senior citizens?
Why does the Press have to talk about a case before anybody is willing to do something substantial for a senior citizen?
So many questions and only one line of answer: negligence; be it negligence towards duty by adoption of corruption rather than integrity, negligence in concrete application channels of lawmakers who are not even quick enough to issue laws protecting senior citizens, negligence of the man on the street whose heart seems to be only moved when the media pulls its strings but not when he witnesses suffering in front of him. Thank God for the few who care and who help senior citizens who are left with nothing.
Is this the future of an NRI retiring in India? Will you be secure enough when you think you have money left in the bank to take care of yourself in your old age? How long will that money last? Probably not long enough to last you a lifetime.
For those who are in India and who cannot help but retire in India, why do you not create a better place for your older self now while you are still young? Speak up when you witness an injustice committed against a senior citizen in front of you. Some day it will be you who are being helped if you set this trend.
Some of the more fortunate will plan well their estate and make sure that they have a Trust in place with a good service provider who will not be corrupt and embezzle the money because the company will have systems in place but those who cannot afford that solution can only hope that they either have a family member with full integrity or that they don’t lose their mind or become otherwise incapacitated.
A few homes are starting in India and some more organised and better servicing of elderly than others but one needs to plan well in advance.
From an old civilisation with high moral values and the utmost respect for our elders, we have now turned into a nation that could walk past trampling its elders without even so much as a flicker of regret.
Is this the future you want for yourself and for your children?
Journey of the soul
Journey of the soul
11 October 2013
In flight I will still rasping breath
Gathering my strength to now soar
Flickering into the oncoming death
Though flames within me now roar
Heaving with a thousand wonders
My mind searches the dark abyss
My body waning into light simmers
With the promises of eternal bliss
My soul will wander now so free
In the lush gardens of tomorrow
While the heart has set out to flee
The weight of this worldly sorrow
Tremors shake my flame so slight
A gust from a long forgotten place
Brings back to frame its old might
And from blaze I find lost solace
I see within shades of raw green
I dwell in the pastures of the One
Leaving the illusion for the unseen
I became all then I became none
Stardust
Stardust
5 October 2013
Night after night I fly unhindered
Soaring above the weary wastelands
With a heart strong though withered
Towards safety of the homelands
In infinite search of my old being
I rise with tides that slip me past
As time goes by inexorably weaving
The end of all candour steadfast
Beyond I see me true but not real
Reaching out in dazed wondering
Through the spinning of the wheel
We feel, touch this me other thing
The nights spent for spirits to hail
Captivated by scents to ambush
And days mourn the nightingale
Lost in the thorns of the rose bush
As days go by bleak and small
The throbbing of the crowd rises
And while within hope stands tall
Doubt without demise surmises
In flight I scatter what I entrust
To wind and night that fail me never
The last of this mine pink stardust
That will new bond form forever
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