Following their star
24 April 2020
Sticks and stones
A habit for some
Neglectful
The ones thrown
With skill I used them to hone
My alternate strengths
Some will sink
While others will rise
The freedom
Some despise
It starts from fiery minds
Flowing to the heart
In the share
Unequal we are
The weak look
From afar
Brave accept feathers and tar
Following their star
Reading of the poem:
Luther Vandross – The impossible dream
Return to the stars
8 September 2018
She looked at the water that was breaking into foam at the edge of the sand. It was a pale grey colour, unlike the blue water of the day before when the sun had been out. The night fell gradually upon the beach plunging her in a temporary darkness before some street lights flickered and illuminated the edge of the water. The deep side of the sea remained pitch black and undistinguishable from the edge of where the sky had ended at sunset.
The disappearance of the sun changed nothing in the stickiness of the atmosphere around her. Crows cawed as usual high above, their restlessness never curbed, not even by the night. Just before sunset a batallion of dragonflies had fought the crows for some space in the skies and though they outnumbered the latter, they still looked remarkably fragile in comparison and she had wondered what the outcome would be. For some reason her thoughts had drifted back to the boy in her childhood who used to pin down dragonflies with needles or a side of a safety pin. The memory of that cruelty had made her shudder.
She looked back at the skies but all the dragonflies had left now. Only the cawing crows were hastening back to the shelter of the surrounding trees. She felt the waters call to her again and she turned back to gaze at the black outline of the waves that she could hear breaking on the shore. She would have loved to plunge into the waters had they not been so polluted at this spot. She longed for the beautiful beaches she had once been at and where she could first soak her toes before plunging in delight right into the sea.
Her gaze went up beyond the waves and she saw a flickering star. She wondered how it was that something that looked so alive was but the last message of a dying entity. Something within her stirred. She could almost remember a journey through the void and in between a myriad of planets. Her eyes glazed over with tears. She wanted to be back up there, on that roller coaster ride far away from Earth. She could almost hear that other deep calling out to her. She sighed and looked back again at the shadow of the sea. One day she would be back there. One day she would return to the stars.
Counting stars – One Republic
The Edge of the Light
24 June 2018
There is dark
On the road to Home
It revives
Surprises
When we feel that we’re alone
It cloaks us like ink
We reach brink
Of our own limits
Fortune tells
Unheard Tales
The faithless the self impales
Carry no crosses
Heartbeats still
Raging fires cease
The disease
Self made ache
We commit the same mistake
Over and over
Withered eyes
Seek out the lanterns
Look outside
Not inside
Curtains ruffle as they slide
Concealing outcomes
The Light shines
I hold it within
Starry skies
Breath that cries
Outreach of my inner depths
When the will wavers
Seek the star
When the night is dark
Like a spark
It will guide
Know that in darkness you ride
The Edge of the Light
Reading of the poem:
Shine a Light – Banners
« When you come to the edge of all of the light you’ve known and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen. You’ll have something solid to stand on or you’ll be taught to fly » Patrick Overton
Weigh me scales
20 March 2018
Breath that clogs
Pores choking in dust
Seekers run
Flowers sink
Mind shunning all that is pink
Sinking into grey
Wanderlust
Opening music
Nimble hands
Fear disbands
Thoughts of everlasting love
Heart swelters above
Seal me scar
Watch me from afar
Weigh me scales
Fly me whales
Birthing anew chest inhales
Fallen shooting star
Reading of the poem:
Chanson pour le petit moineau – Abel Korzeniowski
Evgeni’s Waltz (W.E) – Abel Korzeniowski
Song of Time – Abel Korzeniowski
Listless heart
30 January 2018
Waterfalls
Fill the wizened mind
Pools of lore
In the core
Unravel what is in store
Creeping through the thoughts
Daffodils
Through forget me nots
Piercing light
Through the night
Challenges of daily flight
Under the radar
Woven star
In the moonlit sky
Slow depart
Listless heart
Inclination to restart
Bosom an engine
Reading of the poem:
Our Eyes – Nibana
Supernova in making
10 December 2017
Wildcard score
Hidden in the night
Throbbing core
Blinding door
Supernova in making
Silence beckons soft
Deltas spin
Around my bosom
Aching flowers
Waning hours
Serendipity watching
Renewed momentum
Tedium
Rearranging paths
Salted rain
Subdued pain
Explosions inside of me
Black hole takes over
Stepping Stars – David Arkenstone
Stardom and financial solidity
2 October 2017
We all have watched movies and some of us may have envied the stars for being in a job that joined passion and profitability but probably few of us ever thought about how these stars managed their finances. I was just reading an article today and was surprised to see certain names of stars who purportedly are « broke ».
For those of us « mortals » with defined income streams at modest to slightly higher than modest levels, it can appear difficult that someone earning millions to tens of millions could ever be « broke » in a lifetime let alone in a decade but the truth is just staring us in the face. While the emphasis is on the stars in this article which I attach a link to below, it is clear how the same can be applied to the uber rich or the Very High Net Worth Individuals (VHNWI) including high earners in the sports arena.
In this context, it is clearly visible that not only the financial advisor to a star (or a VHNWI) has to have a proper “backbone” and try to talk them out of the impulsive spending but also a star (or a VHNWI) has to seriously consider – at the onset of the relationship – entering into a contract where the financial advisor is sufficiently empowered to curb such spending. Where required, a projected budget taking into account spending requirements of the star (VHNWI) should be made on an annual basis. Reaching a balance between a good lifestyle as desired and leaving a proper cushion for future availability of cash should be one of the top priorities for such contracts. Sadly, as with most advisors dealing with VHNWI, advisors do not approach the subject allowing their clients to deplete their wealth inconsiderately.
For those of you advisors who are able to mitigate your clients’ request and convince them of appropriate spending habits in line not only with their current earnings but also keeping in mind their projected earnings and lifestyle over their lifetime, I salute your temerity and hard work as I know it is a difficult task. Till then, you can read and be bemused like I was at some of the names in the article.
Article on stars who are “broke”
http://www.nickiswift.com/1169/celebs-fame-fortune/sl/johnny-depp
Valentine
21 September 2017
Simply star
Whirling through my skies
Heaven’s gift
Bright adrift
One and only all uplift
With your tender care
All you are
The truth pearling through the lies
Amber’s hue
Deepest blue
Criss cross on my heart so true
Bold colours to dare
Near and far
Your breath removed from my sighs
Valentine
Turpentine
Frames living high on cloud nine
No colours will spare
Reading of the poem:
Love my Soul – Agron
Cutting through Slices
15 June 2017
Shifting node
In the mind’s spaces
Thought races
Embraces
Strings of unwoven laces
End the start faces
Star studded
Nights of never more
They whisper
Through Lisper
The thoughts becoming crisper
In sounds we thudded
Hovercraft
Through the mind we craft
Two by two
We go through
The door that heart entices
Cutting through Slices
Reading of the poem:
Instrumental – Aye Malik Tere Bande Hum (Flute, Sitar & Santoor)
Instrumental – Megha Chayee Aadhi Raat (Sitar, Santoor & Flute)
Chandan Sa Badan Chanchal Chitwan (Sitar, Flute & Santoor)
Within and without
5 May 2017
The dark shout
From wells of the doubt
End to flout
Thrash about
In beginnings star-fed stout
Within and without
Reading of the poem:
Sins of a Solar Empire – Toma
Terraforming – Toma
This is the End of everything – Toma
One Day Superman – Toma
Two – Toma
In Perfect harmony – Toma