Flute

 Beautiful breeze

That flows by my window

Comes from faraway lands

Goes further beyond

Gathers wisdom from under the huge rocks

From the small shrubs who have never seen sun

Contentment from streams that never met their sea

From scattered seeds that never grew a shoot

The beautiful breeze

That flows by my window

Brings twinkling messages of courage

From the stars still sparkling but long gone

From birds living in cement world

Fom the unsung but powerful verses

From trees braving dark and humans

From the paths eager to see a traveler

The beautiful breeze

That flows by my window

Whispers stories of wrinkled eyes

patience and memories they hold

From the attic and its old world charms

From the battle field it brings selflessness

And the longing from a soldiers home

Carries brave stories and cheers

when people stand up for each other

The beautiful breeze

That flows by my window

Touches the poles and equator

Caresses all the oceans and mountains

Tells me now is not the time to stop

Tells me keep going till there is life

Tells me death is a journey why mourn

Tells me pray when you can

Play when you can

Do not forget to make friends where ever you go

And call your loved ones

Kato’Ki

When I was a kid

i wanted to become a pirate

sail to far away lands

find treasure troves

and fight the sea dragons

when i was a kid

i wanted to become a knight

Flash huge swords and win wars

kill the bad kings

and save people from monsters

when i was a kid

i wanted to become a detective

solve cases like nancy drew

help the police

and earn a badge

when i was a kid

i wanted to become a teacher

who would understand kids just like me

who would listen to us

and help us understand our dreams

when i was a kid

i wanted to grow up

do a lot of things

yet not change a bit

and that i did

and became a story teller

tell me one thing that is not possible

and i will weave you a story

of how it can be done

that is the beauty

when the kid inside

never says good bye

for the kid inside

every thing is magical

everybody is somebody

every dream is important

and nothing is impossible

if only you would believe

so if you are like me

   who belives in magic and dreams

come let’s weave stories together

  and give others new dreams

   if you are not like me but do like me

  let’s share and see how far our dreams go

and if you are not like me and do not like me

oh boy the things i have for you

in my bag

you would not believe

* Kato’Ki means, “Lets help each other” in Cakchiquel, the Mayan language spoken by the people in Patzun.

Safar(सफ़र)

We started the journey(सफ़र)

Of the known and unknown

The day we were born

The day we shook hands with death

And agreed to meet him somewhere in between

Or in the end as he called it

And then spent the life wishing never to see him again

Somewhere in this journey we found ourselves

We lost ourselves

We understood, got confused

And in this journey

we trusted God

we blamed God

Ignoring, avoiding, being indifferent to suffering around

And still hoped and prayed for his mercy

Somewhere in this journey

We became rebels

 Stood for values

 Fought for one

 Agreed with none

Stood up for something’s

And regretted not standing for that one

Somewhere the hope died

Somewhere a new shoot was born

Rainbow failed to show up

Sun peeked through heavy clouds

Somewhere in this journey we found love

Lost it, all heart broken

To be filled with love and warmth again

Or may be never

Some rivers found their oceans

Some lost their route or the zest

Somewhere in the journey

                                                          Some found courage,

                                               some lived with conscience muted

Some wrote, some listened

Some got married and some..

Well some of them still say single makes sense

Some lived happily ever after

And some never found out what it was

And in these alleys of the life we travelled

                                              We ran, we gave up and sat for a while

And in these alleys of life we expressed

Sometimes we howled out loud

   Sometimes we muffled the screams and the laughter

And just let our body talk

And in these alleys of life we lived

Dying every night

Coming to life every morning

Wishing for more, hoping for less

What ever worked…

And in these alleys of life

We met death

Some called him, embraced him

And some begged for another chance

Sometimes he came straight to us

And sometimes he just shook hands and said

Some other time

And in these alleys life ended

 life began..

 

Salt and Hope

last night I was reading a beautiful story of Oysters

of irritants and their pearly affair so sweet

and in those thoughts I must have walked long

for dreamy waves were soon caressing my feet

In my dreams I sang the highest note

I painted rainbow the entire night

jumped from the mountain and landed on moon

and won some hearts and became a knight

In my dreams my house was floating on sky

and every room was portal to new universe

I climbed a kite to enter my house

and grew  flowers full of beautiful verse

In my dreams my dreams were true

up in the heaven I was with you

and  I told god I wanted to be with my love again

and god said We have been waiting so long for you

what a beautiful night it was

when we waltz and jived on every track

and when I said I hate goodbyes

you said in my dreams you will always come back

I laughed and I cried

and had dreams bubbling in those streams

and evey smile and every hurt

became a pearl in my salt water dreams

A Dreamer’s Choice

I believe there are ghosts

spirits good and bad

and they are after the

loud mouths and skimpily clad

and thank god I am none

at least not in front of ghosts

I believe you can die

break every bone in your body

and still comeback

looking million bucks

if you are a lead in a movie or a serial

what fun:-)

I believe there are people under my bed

and they wait every night

to pull me down in their world

and punish me for cleaning

their zone

thank god for the blessed salt;-)

I believe there is such a place

 under the rainbow sky

where animals and trees talk

they fly stars just like kites

and when they play with water

it rains

I believe in angels and demons

blessings and curses

in god and in devil

in places between heaven and hell

and they all are scared of the insane me

I believe in the beauty

of tattoos and in graffiti

not so much in body piercing

but if it makes you happy

then why not?

and freedom to express

and own all

I believe that all the pets and

animals in zoos and aquariums

talk the same language

and most of the time they are

making fun of us humans

I believe in all kinds of myths and

urban legends

in the science and the folklore’s

the magic they spread

and the way they whisper

their tales to the storytellers

I believe every duckling is beautiful

and so is every caterpillar

and no matter how long

is ones time in the cocoon

eventually every one of them

can become butterfly

full of colours and free to fly

I believe in all these and

hundred thousand things more

I believe you are just like me

may be a little less or maybe more

I believe there are more people like us

 All we want is

to have a fun filled peaceful life

I believe if all of us ,you, me

and our dreamer friends unite

there is no reason why we cant have

a beautiful world where every one has a choice

to have some, all or none

a world where dreaming is what

makes you normal

a world where every one has a chance

In The Sunset Sky

The sunset sky  dazzling with the golden hues,

Taking bow in brilliant sparkle of  experience

Is it not a climax, of the story so far, that was today?

Or is  it building anticipation of the night yet to come.

Watch the days go, some  proud of their accomplishments

Some leaving sighs of disappointments,

Leaving all in awe of its Amaranthine twists and turns

And the fortunate  get to see the moon

trying to steal the show from setting sun,

Oh she is  such a show off, isn’t she,

basking in reflected glory ..

Its magical, Puzzling, sometimes just like a riddle,

Leaving the nature  stunned and amazed

For it has been filling the canvas whole day with  colours

And now the sunset threatens to hide them all

And in the dark all colours will be same

A cue to be taken by the wise.

Sunset Sky has so much  to offer,

is she not a fine example of how uncertain a life can be

Often reminding no matter what you  planned,

there will be some unexpected returns

For End has its own brain, its  own script

Charting its own course

So why just the beginning,

every moment  of the life should be grand,

meted with equal passion and fervor

She has been so  clever; the sunset sky

Leaving Twinkling cryptic messages for the night sky

For even the dark has sparkle and hope if you keep your head up,

A constant reminder that

Exuberance is an attitude of  deep, rich, warm hearts

I want my sunset sky to be grand, magical,

and full  of stories of my life that has been

And its memories to linger on in this  world,

in the tomorrow and a few more years to come…