Experiences

pink wax orchidsA variety of experiences we tend to seek-

Through travel, concerts, or culinary indulgence

Striving to widen our horizons in ways unique

Enriching our lives with cultural abundance

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We keep hoping external experiences

Will quench the longing of our soul

Finer things that appeal to our senses

Will somehow make our broken selves whole..

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So we shell out money, hard-earned

Carve out time from our busy routine

Find these experiences, are happy we learnt

Something new, that we had not previously seen

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Such experiences make for excellent discussion

In a gathering or over a cup of coffee

Superficial are these, not a true expression

Of what constitutes our identity.

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To find solace, we need to direct

Our minds inwards, within our souls

Experience the quietitude and accept

Ourselves, in a designated role.

Greed

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Somehow in this world’s devious ways

A role model of sorts has Midas become

Greed has been packaged as a virtue these days

Acquisition of things labeled as success by some

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Quite easy it is to rationalize one’s greed

By depicting oneself as the industrious provider

Toiling every day to fulfil the family’s needs-

A committed family man-would say the outsider

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The motivation to make money comes from within

Propelled by intertwined greed and ambition

Ambition is celebrated, greed is no sin

Greed fuels success, brings efforts to fruition

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We have learnt to dress, as a society

Greed in excuses plausible and palatable

Cover our desires with the cape of propriety

While our society is afflicted with illnesses incurable

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Thus health care costs are astronomical 

While there are people who make a profit

Guns do not hurt- scream the cynical

While in expensive, plush chairs they sit.

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As greed drives our capitalistic society

Monetary enrichment exacts its price

Impoverishment of the spiritual variety

Is an accompaniment to this vice.

A Modern Indian

I always feel that India is the unique country where the past, present and future merge together- Indians  follow traditions thousands of years old, live surrounded by modern means of communication like anyone else in today’s world, and in cities like Bangalore, develop ideas for the future. Here’s a poem dedicated to the modern Indian-

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Following a custom ancient as the hills

Steeped in five thousand years of tradition

I touch my elders’ feet, and my heart fills

With the warmth of their love and benediction,

Thus I begin another promising day

Where I spend time in weighty negotiations

With colleagues sitting across the world half-way

Using  latest technological innovations

I am part of the India that’s rising and shining

Contributing to its rapidly growing economy

I am a global Indian admiring the silver lining

I cheer for my country’s budding hegemony

When my job is done, I go home to celebrate

A festival that is part of my heritage

In collusion with family and friends I satiate

A desire to preserve my culture in this cyber age.

The day is not over, I have organized

A late dinner for an international delegation

It’s time to express Western ideas I’ve imbibed

And present my business plans without trepidation. 

Back home at bedtime, I read aloud to my child

Fascinating ancient Indian poems and tales

I let our collective imagination run wild

In arousing interest, these stories never fail..

This is my life, and I think I inhabit

Three different worlds, each in a time warp

My spiritual side would in the past fit

My pragmatic side is rooted in the present, sharp

While the dreamer in me resides in the future-

I can say with confidence and pride

This is something only India can nurture

Where the past, present and future lie side by side. 

I swallowed my pride

couple pictureLove opened its floodgates wide

The day that I swallowed my pride..

That was the moment I did realize

How the dust of ego had covered my eyes

Now my vision was clear and I could see

The bounty of love surrounding me

Love, that I could now reciprocate

My existential angst I could ameliorate

When I gave up my pride, I found my voice

And realized, though late, that I had the choice

To express my true feelings or let you go

I was truly sorry, and wanted you to know

My pride had led me to thoughtlessly hurt you

And kept me from apologizing for it too

Clouded my judgment, prevented me

From feeling the love that you had for me,

Free from the shackles of meaningless pride

In the shelter of your arms I wanted to hide. 

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A precious lesson I have learnt

Only after getting burnt

Is that for pride there is no place

In two lovers’ personal space

Love thrives on trust and sacrifice

To nurture love, you pay a price

You give of yourself selflessly

And you get love endlessly!

Distracted..

mirrorsDistractions abound in the world today

I am guilty of poor concentration, what can I say?

Gone are the days when I could stay absorbed

In the pages of a book, in the words engrossed

Now I have my cell-phone by my side

I get agitated if it goes out of my sight

The need to stay connected constantly is immense

Can’t miss a text or e-mail under false pretense

When I go for a walk in the woods to clear my mind

I find myself unable to completely unwind

I am checking my pedometer, if nothing else

Completing ten thousand steps on my mind dwells. 

At every break, my cell-phone dominates again

As I check e-mail or surf the net, out of habit plain

Trying to read a medical journal like a joke appears

I google so much that the paper’s essence disappears

What can you do, when multiple links online you see

Each one is clickable, you can read them for free…

Now you see how in my warped existence

Technology intervenes in every word and sentence!

Peril of monotony

flowersAs the tedium of an insipid existence

Threatened to wear me down one day

I realized my self-imposed insistence

On a rigid routine could bring trouble my way

Of monotony, I’d read, one should beware

The mother of all deadly sins it can be

I see how it can catch someone unaware,

Presenting a distorted perception of reality

It could propel one into danger’s widespread arms

Spur forbidden, amorous thoughts of infidelity

One may be led to crime, lured by imaginary charms

Breaking monotony can test one’s integrity..

Therefore should you stuck in a rut feel

Face the monotony as soon as you can

Procrastinate, and the forbidden fruit will gain more appeal

And definitely derange your best-laid plan.

Spiced up

spices indianAll the perfumes of Arabia

Will never even come close

To the fragrance of Indian spices

Packed in a pinch-like dose..

Memories are wrapped in spices

Each spice has a unique association

Emotions each spice evokes in me

Causing from my present a dissociation,

Transporting me to a mystical land

Where food is an expression of culture

Preparation of food an art in itself

And love is expressed as flavor..

The pungence of asafoetida feels like

The stabbing pain of a missed chance

The flirty sweetness of cinnamon reminds me

Of the blush of a budding romance

Red hot chili brings aggression to mind

Pepper is reminiscent of burning anger

Cardamom spells the warmth of love

Calmness is portrayed by coriander.

Mint reminds me of a cool breeze

Cumin, the comfort of something familiar

Fenugreek, the bitterness of conflict

Juicy gossip is like dried mango powder.

Saffron depicts royalty and splendor

Sesame seeds are foreign, exotic

By now I wonder if everyone thinks

This description of spices is Quixotic…

Believe it or not, our sense of olfaction

Tends to form associations strong

These are the ones my brain has formed

While for the fragrance of spices I long!

The prejudiced

ideal womanThey had, on everything an opinion, 

A book of standards against which to measure

No deviation from rules could they envision

This strict adherence was something they did treasure

From the way one should look and dress

Down to the shade of skin that was acceptable

Only the right mannerisms could impress

Them, after all they were so respectable..

Needless to say, accepting an outsider

Was not something they could easily do

The newcomer first had to pass muster

With them, and their impeccable standards too.

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Now a daughter-in-law for such a household

Has to be a daydream from heavens sent

She should be strong and malleable (God bless her soul!)

With infinite capacity to be molded and bent..

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So they searched everywhere, high and low

“Too fair”, “too dark”, “too garrulous”, “too shy”

“Too smart”, “too gauche”, “too highbrow”

They had their notions, don’t think they didn’t try..

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One fine day, then, the young-blooded man

Fell prey to Cupid’s mischievous dart

Then, forgetting the “rules” of the clan

He married a woman quite different but smart.

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Of course she was opposite in every way

Defied every norm they had perpetuated

Mocked at their prejudices every single day

While she pretended that she was motivated

To mold herself in the image they desired

But gradually she made them change their minds

So skilfully she did it that they just got tired

Of trying to remember their prejudices blind

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So they accepted her in their hearts and their lives

And proudly announced what a gem they had found

Who fit like a glove in their home just like other wives

Their pride swelled up more, they threw more weight around.

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When you ask her how she accomplished this feat

With a sly smile, she will be happy to explain

That prejudices are opinions without any feet

Turning them around involves not much pain

You need no evidence to prove your case

Just a skilful rearrangement of words in a way

That they are convinced their rules are in place

Let them believe that they still hold sway!

P.S. This would be the image of the “Bhartiya Nari” they have in mind…

The illusion of tomorrow

Definition of “tomorrow”-

A mystical land where 99% of all human productivity, motivation and achievement is stored. 

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DSCN0099So I can do this tomorrow-

I told myself as I went to bed

I have tasks from today lined up in a row

I will complete them tomorrow instead..

Whispered my inner voice, ever polite

Do you know tomorrow is a place mythical?

As you go near, it goes out of sight

I heard the taunt in this voice cynical.

The future is an illusion, a concept abstract

Until it morphs into today

Then it becomes real, an immutable fact

So why save your life for future, say?

We humans who tend to get overwhelmed

Shift our burden to a future time slot

“Tomorrow” is seductive, and we can pretend

That is the day we’ll accomplish a lot

Today I am exhausted and demoralized

Tomorrow I shall into a new leaf turn

In a fever of activity I’ll be galvanized

Brimming with energy I shall return..

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Now I am living the “tomorrow” of the day gone

Today is again dreary and bleak

Again things are leaning towards going wrong

Again the blessings of tomorrow I seek..

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All of us try to procrastinate

‘Tis easy to blame what has not been seen

Tomorrow I’ll be productive, today I can waste

Tomorrow carries promises unseen..

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Promises that will never, ever see

The light of tomorrow, or any other day

The lazy grasshopper will not be a bee

Tomorrow he will still continue to play.

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Live for tomorrow, live in a dream

So I realized from my voice inner

Working today, it actually does seem

Distinguishes from the crowd a winner!

Homecoming

“I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there.”

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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Throughout the maelstrom of adolescence

I could not wait to break free and explore

The world beyond home, in all its resplendence

Shone in my star-struck eyes that longed for more

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Towards adulthood I marched with eager anticipation

Free to journey, and find magic on my own

Broke free from the reins in a surge of exhilaration

Set out for exotic, foreign lands all alone

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Bewitched was I by novel experiences galore

Brash and audacious, each moment I savored

Each adventure made me long for some more

Home was forgotten, this was the life I favored.

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Joie-de-vivre I thus captured in my travel

Never stayed long, never formed any ties

Did not get attached to soil, sand or gravel

Did not lose my heart, I thought I was wise

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Shared many moments with strangers complete

Told countless stories to folks mesmerized

There was no emotion for me that could compete

With the lure of travel in the whole world wide.

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The slowly shifting sands of time, meanwhile

Were exacting on my body and mind, their toll

No longer as young, courageous or virile

I was forced to attend to the stirrings of my soul

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With no one around to call my own

My rootlessness suddenly became pronounced

As I realized this, an inadvertent groan

Escaped my lips and off my heart bounced..

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A sharp pain lodged itself in my chest

Like a spear had pierced me through and through

I realized I had wasted the years that were best

Without forging ties, and now it was true

That I was alone, for love I now longed

Nostalgia for home suddenly engulfed me

I decided to journey back to where I belonged

The old dusty town that existed by the sea.

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My hometown had changed for the better

In all the decades I had been away

A stranger again, but it did not matter

It was still my home, what else could I say?

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I knelt by the sea, and picked up the sand

Touched it to my forehead, inhaled the smell

Tears filled my eyes as it flowed through my hand

I was finally home, and all was well!

The Introvert

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Maybe I am quirky, please let me be

Crowds tend to scare me, please hear my plea

The island of misfit toys may be where I belong

Happily I’ll go there, if you think I am wrong

To stay by myself, wrapped in my cocoon-

Don’t worry about me, solitude is a boon

Within the profound depths of my mind,

When the clamor of crowds I have left behind

I find the elixir, the spring that sustains

My creative expression, that soothes all my pains

I like to think, daydream, and wonder

On life and its vagaries, I like to ponder

When you talk to me, the snapshot you see

Is the tip of the iceberg that is yours truly

But let me absolve you of your misconception

I don’t hate people, I just have no predilection

To make small talk, laugh or garrulous be

Admirable are those qualities, but that’s just not me…

I am neither lonely, nor depressed, when alone

The best form of company for me is my own..

Comfortable in solitude, I would much rather be

True to myself, than be miserable pretending to be

Gregarious, when all I think of in a party

Is how soon I can leave, and enjoy being solitary!

CEE’S WHICH WAY CHALLENGE 2015 WEEK #32

1112manayunkRailroad along canal, Manayunk, Philadelphia

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