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July 2013

Will you rock my cradle O Mother…


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When eyes are brimming with tears

But there isn’t a tear to shed

When emotions are locked in heart

But are too difficult to be read

When I seem unaffected, detached from pain

Sometimes even stone-hearted, uncaring instead

Will you rock my cradle O Mother!

As I sleep in your loving bed?

Because you and you alone do know that

Emotions strong can hardly be expressed

 

If separations increase far too much

And far away do I go in race

When I am too far for you to reach

And rarely do we meet face to face

When I am panting; thirsty for love

Heart seems deserted and seeks solace

Will you rock my cradle O Mother!

As I sleep in your arms’ embrace?

Because your love is the only way to know

The path right, when there is no other trace

 

When at the end of the journey I fly

Tired of the long intense flight

When sun bids adieu to the day

Submerges the last ray of light

When my tired body aches

Of all the strife and the intense fight

Will you rock my cradle O Mother!

As I sleep through the endless night?

Will you take me to the greater world

Where endless is the joy and there is no fright?

A Journey called life…


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As molecules combined

and emotions intertwined

One of the true marvels of nature

In a hope for a better future

Created was a life form new

With opportunities and expectations due

 

Society sought a hope, a desire

Someone they thought would have the fire

To reduce the suffering and pains they face

And make the world a better place

 

And hence was nurtured the fate of the boy

Experiencing the tastes of sorrow and joy

Inherited he the knowledge of the greats

Prepared was he for the future that awaits

 

A hope remains as he moves on

Trying to add to the beauty of the dawn

With a will to try till the very end

On the the ladder of success to forever ascend

 

He slips sometimes but never looses sight

Of the ever-guiding beam of light

A desire, a hope and a dream

To bathe in the endless joyous stream

 

To add a true smile to a face

And make him live in a better place

A hope of a victory after the strife

At the end of a journey called life

 

21 years of this journey have passed and I can only hope that this thirst never dies because without this desire, life won’t be worth living…

 

By the way it would be my first birthday in air on the 15th. And yes, I am going back to my motherland India…

Hurray!

 

Next post from the land of culture, tradition and diversity 🙂

One with the target you do become


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How does it feel, on a long unending trail

Or in a voyage with oceans to sail?

With so much to see, so much to adore

Having moments countable, but much to explore

 

The destination is beautiful, as in your dreams

With lakes and gardens, and countless streams

With birds and butterflies flying around

A place where joy is eternal and  unbound 

 

The only constraint which remains is time

Travelling too fast, way too sublime

Challenging your limits and your might

Shadowing your mind and filling it with fright

 

The path once taken cannot be retraced

You cannot give up once challenges are faced

You are free not to to choose the trail

But if once taken, you simply can’t fail

 

Wait for a moment and out you race

Trying to beat time with your pace

Maybe you fall, but quickly you do rise

You have a bleeding knee, but you never realise

A goal so enchanting that the pain disapears

You care no threats, dangers or fears

Emotions don’t slow down your pace

Mind is steady and undeterred does it race

 

Slowly the thoughts of beauty and pleasure

Are no longer the things you really treasure

Heart doesn’t fear if at all does it fail

Nor does it think of the beauty of the trail

When selfless, it thinks of nothing but the goal

Focused is your mind, body and soul

 

And suddenly the trail seems no long

The journey eases and flows as a song

A moment passes and the target is reached

A strong fortress seems easily breached

 

Aim the target, and target alone

Not the pleasures for which it is known

Victory will then await as you come

And one with the target you do become

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