The Water

Water Water burning bright,

In the States of this fight;

What mortal hand or eye,

Could decide your flow?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine cries?

On what fields dare they grow?

What the hand, dare can plough?

And what court, & dam wide,

Could twist the sinews of thy tide?

And when thy valleys go dry

What good strike? O’ Nature my!

What the people? What the pain,

You do ooze through their vein?

What the dispute? what lost cause,

Dare these futile fickle laws!

When the spring ebbs underground

And water’d this earth love bound

Did you think of this day to see?

Did you descend the hills to get free?

Water Water burning bright,

In the States of this fight;

What mortal hand or eye,

Could decide your flow?

-R-

 -Inspired by William Blake's 'The Tyger', for my city Bengaluru is burning bright today :-(

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Fade And Wither

One blighted morning I fell off the tree

Bereft of life and drained of my colour

Was it the branch or a passing breeze

That brought me on this road of pain

For what I was yesterday ain’t today

Parched and perplexed, I lay hither

With these changing shades of me

Without a leaf what can be a flower?

Tell m, shouldn’t it flow with ease

Lingering through each other's vein

Love, if is love isn’t it meant to stay

Why does it fade, how does it wither

-R-

Peace & Pieces

All this uproar of peace in our heart

Has no greater purpose in this world

For we enjoy this weird drama of life

Paying for tickets at this foolish cost

Without knowing that we play a part

In pieces we are swiveled and swirled

Here and there to script our own strife 

With prayers forgotten and roads lost

-R-

Costly Affair

A living turns into life

With the price of love

A few cents for work

A dime for strangers

A hundred for friends

A thousand for family

And a million for self

Then there is the truth

We are bad investors

In this costly affair!

-R- 

PS: I do not know what makes people write on currency notes, recently I found this amusing one which left me wondering if Rashid really did end up with Farhana, strange are the ways in which we confess love! :-)

Awake

Firstly wishes to you all my friends, a very happy and prosperous new year. I belong to the category of people who consider December 31^st or January 1^st as just another good day, I also admit that I retrospect a lot at the year end. On that note, one of the best decisions of mine in 2014 was to join a post graduate diploma course in medical law and ethics in National Law School, here in Bangalore. Although most of the learning is through distance education, the contact classes held once a month is something I look forward to. A few days ago, after one such class on a Sunday I couldn’t help but notice one of my favourite poems in the corridor. I stood in front of the frame and read the poem twice, despite knowing it by heart. The scenes that came to my mind are unexplainable. Today when we have another three hundred and sixty five days in hand let us make use of the new opportunities that WILL come our way. Hopefully we become better and make this world a beautiful place to live in.

“Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high 
Where knowledge is free 
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls 
Where words come out from the depth of truth 
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection 
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way 
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit 
Where the mind is led forward by thee 
Into ever-widening thought and action 
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake”

-Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali-

-R.

Solace

When darkness slithers sly and slow let your soul shine

Love for and faith in yourself is the only silver line

A life that you live with these is the most fine

You are your own solace O' dear friend mine.

-R-