The Mystique Of Rain

This is poem I penned for a poetry writing competition... I hope I get the prize :-/ (The topic was given by them)

The Mystique of Rain

The Monsoons arrived, earthy, scented,
gently pattering against my window pane,
I fought, I tried, succumbed, relented,
and fell victim, to the mystique of rain.

Diamonds, showered from the heavens above,
is it not strange we search for others underground?
the ones descending are the tears of god,
but the buried ones do us humans hound.

The very essence, spirit of rain charms me,
ensnares me, with its seasonal fall,
its overpowering aroma of earth and sea,
its unique way of purging all.

O' Rain! Oh Mystery of Life!
Subject it is to its whims and pauses,
one year it destroys, bringing hopeless strife,
the very next it blesses, erasing the pain it causes.

God's tears? They may be so,
but are bound with flashes and thunder,
tears of God they are, as they flow,
but of joy or sorrow? I wonder.

Two

Two pigeons, on my window sill,
shying away from the monsoon rains,
gently cooing, with life afill,
seeing me, they risked the clouds again.

Back they came, fleeing those dreary, wet pains,
but I, covert in a corner, did blunder,
at their confused, affectionate fluttering- I laughed without refrain;
scared, they fled, wits asunder.

They were, two hearts, each shielding the other,
made wet by a person's blunder,

sticking together through varied times,
and by fate. Ah, Fate! What a wonder!

And I am one, with two eyes,
taking it all in,
hoping to be knowing and wise,
amidst the wide world's din.

The Flute Seller...

I know its been a long time, but here it is

The Flute Seller

On Sunday Mornings,

I sit and eagerly wait,
by my Window, for that soothing gait,
of distant melodies,
to flit past.

Played on a flute, unseen,
by an invisible basuriwalla, a fluteseller, I mean,
who strolls, (I think) with his pipes and reeds,
playing his salutes, his thoughts, his pleas.

His yet unseen flutes I never do buy,
but look for him every seventh day,
hoping that he passes me by,
as he goes about his blessed way.

On a Sunday Morning, I do awake,
I do sit, and break my fast,
but my mind does only wait,
for those distant, distant, so distant,

sweet melodies to flit past.

Transitions...

Kudos to my bros Varun and Karthik, for having passed their Masters and Bachelors courses, respectively. To Kanch as well as she makes the transition from middle school to high school. To Kavi as she goes to middle school from elementary school (hurray Kavs, you're growing up now!!!) As for me, I too happen to be entering the college stage of my life. Lets hope we all continue our future phases and beyond with prosperity and happiness ;)

And another thing, I simply can't wait until we all get together this summer in India; we have to get a group photo of all the cousins; who have never been together at the same time!!!! Thats all for now. (Man, I REEEALLY can't wait for this family reunion)

Happy Mothers Day

Its that time of the year again...

For them...

My pens dipped before, I do not refute,
dipped to show love, to tribute,
that special one, those special ones,
those whom we call mothers, us daughters and sons.

But times have changed, the sand's falling,
and a new salutes in the calling,
one to our mothers, the givers of life,
gods incarnate, removers of strife.

Mature as have over the years,
you still allay all of our fears,
jewels of the minds, hearts of our souls,
dear mother it is us whom you do control.

Yes, as children we may fight and disobey,
and in these rhymes do we pray,
whatever rigours may come by us,
we forever get to do so thus...

Simply thinking of you fulfills,
our hungry stomachs; and those sudden spills
of emotion, are gently caressed,
as if your hands, loving and unstressed.

Like the north star, always guiding are you
but alas! Thoughts are many and words are few,
and long overdue are these ones, to remind,
more unique gems you cannot find.

We love you, to put it straight,
and will always be there at any rate,
for our greatest treasures, givers of life,
gods incarnate, removers of strife.

-A.C.

Growing Up

Well, vacations are on, and along with them come some quality thinking time as well. I realised that I was going through a transition stagel; y'know, teens, school to college, more responsibilities... As I was telling my special little bro Rohit sometime back, if you perform an action that is highly quantitative and/or highly qualitative, its weight, backlashes, results and effects increase manifold... Before I get to the point, kudos to the people at Azad Maidan, in Bombay, who staged a huge protest against reservations in colleges (mainly medical ones in this case), who got lathi charged and who managed to get prime time news coverage today to voice their needs. A couple of my friends attended as well and all I can say is that I wish I had been there for the experience. (In the aftermath, I feel a little jealous of them) At least I can mention them here... As for the reservation discussion, thats for later, as we move on to the main course for the day :

Growing Up

There comes a stage in everyone's life,
when at times alls euphoria, at others all is strife,
and coming off the blessed ignorance of babehood...
one must speak and think to understand, to be understood...

What is this strange occurence,
Explainable to all but us?
When a single word can spell interference,
and the very same gifts relief and trust?

They warn us against body changes,
to heed advice, to listen to them,
to use constraint, looking at our hormone ranges,
constraint? adolescence? all Ad Nauseam!

My heads spinning, for a sudden moment of clarity,
is often replaced with confusion or void,
why this unnatural disparity?
Meaningful? Or just to make me paranoid?

My goals are set; My rhythm? Not yet.
but I realize I must move on, ahead,
and that its just a matter of time, before my rhythm does begin to rhyme,
and in place of being adviced, I advise instead.

This puzzle right now, tightly coded,
the key seemingly with all but me,
old ways of younger days may be outmoded,
and will I crack it? We shall see.

I have faith that triumph I will,
with help from those who'll see my alm-box to fill,
and walk whichever way, I may , I know,
that the final things that have to be done, are mine to do so....

-A.C.

A talisman for the unsure...

Hehe... Oops

Weellll, its been a long time since I even thought about this blog, but now since vacations have started (yay!), I figure its 'time' to start updating it again. I dunno if anyone reads this blog still, but what the heck....
As I said, the exams are over (and they went quite okay) and the vacations are ON!!!!!!!!!! For some time, its just gonna be R&R! Just yesterday, me and mom went to VT, (Victoria Terminus for the uninitiated) and spent the whole day simply walking around the place. Once out of the station, we went past the famous stalls of VT, Flora fountain, the cricket crazy Azad Maidan and lots more. It was a lot of fun; discovering the city of Bombay. To top it all off, we saw the movie 'Rang De Basanti'. Even though I was seeing the movie for the second time, I still loved it. There are some movies really worth seeing the second time; you end of observing things that you simply missed in your first shot.
Man, I'm in kind of a haze right now... Can't think properly.... Anyways, further updates are on the charts...