You....

You're the one who gives me strength when I feel let down & alone,
You're the one who listens to me when my words bearly come out,
You're the one who takes my hand & guides me to my home,
You're the one who soothes me down when I scream & shout.
You're the one who writes to me when the pages are empty,
You're the one who sings to me when the sky above is grey,
You're the one who kisses my head & loves me a plenty,
You're the one who cares for me & you're the one who prays.

You're the one who resides in my heart,
You're the one whose name is written with me,
You're the one soul with whom I'll never part,
I am yours & forever will be.

Modern Day Leaders

As it should be, leaders should be idols, role models for the others to follow. They should set examples that others can copy. We had such great leaders like Lincoln, George Washington, Nehru etc. They loved their people & in turn, people loved them. They worked for the welfare of their people.
But look at the modern day leaders, the presidents & the prime ministers. They are more inclined on exercising their powers, asserting their hold on other weaker countries, trying to intimidate & conquer them. Whenever they find their ways are not being followed, they want to set hell upon the poor, hapless countries. And some other powers also join them, who have the distinction of wagging their tails like dogs, obediently following the superior power.
Shouldn't we do something to change this situation? We can all do something, maybe protest or revolt, because, it is for our own good.
After all, what has happened to these countries, may someday happen to us too, when a greater power than our country emerges.

Don't Know Why....

Well, I have visited many places. I like travelling which has taken me to different corners of the world. But, what I would like to share with you is that, especially in the USA & UK, Indians don't get what they deserve. I mean, there is still an inborn feeling, maybe, in the Britishers that as they've ruled us for over 100 years, they are superior to us, they are still better than us, although we surpass them in many quarters. The racial discrimination is very much prevalent too in America. We, Indians, often don't find jobs even if we've have the best qualification, & there are also instances that Indians have been threatened by their colleagues to leave the job. I just don't get it. I mean, we, are after all, humans, but, still in this modern era, there exists difference between the black & whites.

I don't know if my article will be well-taken by all of you, but, what I've said is the truth. All I ask is that we should be given due respect & honored where we deserve it.

Nature Turning Hostile

Mother Nature, these two words used to mean a lot to us, back when we were in the 19th century, we used to care for Her, respect Her, protect Her. Fast forward to the 21st century, & we are digging a grave for Nature, & also probably for ourselves.

Increased pollution levels, air, water, sound pollutions all are slowly contributing to the slow destruction of this world, this lovely planet. We smoke, emissions from automobiles like the harmful Carbon Monoxide, dangerous amounts of harmful gases like SO2, NO2 etc. are all the responsibility mankind has to take for its slow elimination. We are dumping wastes, radioactive subtances incessantly into rivers & seas & oceans, doing underwater nuclear testing, but, have we ever thought that all these will come to haunt us in the future if we don't take immdeiate action?

Perhaps, we have already paid a heavy price for our carelessness.

The disastrous tsunami of 26th December, 2004, which wiped out thousands across countries of south-eastern asia & damaged these areas beyond repair, is an example. Next comes the earthquakes, floods, repeated tsunamis, the hurricanes in the eastern coast of the United States. So many calamities have never been recorded in such a short span of time in the history of this planet. Surely, no one can deny that mankind has played the leading role in bringing about these disasters.

On top of that is the global warming, with the temperature of the Earth constantly at a rise, with the scientists & environmentalists warning that by the end of this century, the temperature would rise by 5 degrees Celsius.

This is the time for us to think, to re-consider our ways, to stop polluting the Earth anymore. We are posing a threat to our own existence, we are putting the lives of our children in jeopardy.

Its left to us to decide if we should take action now, or learn the hard way, the outcome of which won't be pretty.

Anger Is My Middle Name

People say “anger” runs in my veins,
And, I try, but, fail to differ with them;
This horrible trait of mine just can’t be tamed-
The resulting consequence always turns out to be “shame”.

For oft, I, in a fit of rage
Throw things, shattering away down on the floor
Scream, shout, yell, deafening every ear-
Till my vocal chord turns sore!
My mother watches in vain, and cries
Efforts go wasted how hard she tries
‘Coz this monster sees “red” in his eyes
As the anger inside me takes a steep rise,
No one can help, but, compromise.

For oft, I, in a rush of hot blood
Slap my girl-friend & abuse her,
Tell her our relation is off-
She can go away miserably & suffer;
Her eyes get inundated with tears,
Every time she realises her worst fear,
Though she endeavours to come closer, still near
She cannot dissolve the final solid frontier.
This beast doesn’t have a clue the pain she has to bear!

For oft, I, in a sprout of anger
Tend to break off all relations with my friends,
Behave as if I never knew they existed-
Bringing all bonds of love to a virtual end.
They give up all hope, & accept the fact with a sigh-
That I’m beyond repair-they surely can’t deny,
In despair, they bid me a final “good-bye”,
They pray to God, as their sympathy for me magnifies
As this undefeated Anger inside me will never die!

Modern Life

The sky overhead, is staring with sigh-
Why, oh people, do you cloud me with smoke?
The birds are singing their shrill, sorrowful cry:
In this wonderful world, do we have to choke?

The colour of the trees has gone to gray
With the water as black as night
All the animals, hereby pray:
How long Lord, we have to have this fight?

Mother Nature, who used to hold her head
High above the horizon-
She now has nothing, but to look
At her distressed children suffering with pain;
Its better to have a life of a brook!

And who’ll emerge as the saviour of the Earth?
Or shall we be able to see the days that come?
For its ominous that for the particles-
The decline has already begun.

Wars and fights, no endless misery,
Taking the people to satiate their soul,
And after all, to analyze the summary:
It’s hard to say, “Blood has turned to coal.”

For such is the place where we stand
Holding highly our heads as high
No where any peace, no water, no sand-
Man’s responsible, you surely can’t deny!

But, still there’s a glimpse of hope
Amongst all the nightmare that rules,
Join one’s hands stay alive together,
This is no time to act like a fool!

Or else, if you refuse to do,
Then the Earth is at great peril
Visualize the massacre with your eyes,
Our sweet Earth smashed! Please don’t say goodbye.

For we desire to have a prosperous life,
To give birth to our young one;
And we know in our heart as well
That the Ice Age is really long to come!

Say It Again....

I can’t believe

That we're sitting here

It’s like a dream come true

After all these years

I've been looking for love

In every possible place

Searching for an answer

In every stranger's face

I didn’t know what to do

Or where to go

But you were here all the time

You stole my heart

You opened up my eyes

Baby you changed my life

Say it again one more time

Those three little words that’ll change my life

Say it again say I love you

Say it today and tomorrow too

Say it forever

Say that you love me again

And I have been foolish

So many times

I wasn’t to careful

With this heart of mine

I had a dream

Of an honest heart

Of a full commitment

Right from the start

Someone up there

Must have heard my prayers

And somehow send you my way

I give you my heart

I give you my soul

I give you my night and day

Say it again one more time

Those three little words that’ll change my life

Say it again say I love you

Say it today and tomorrow too

Say it forever

Say that you love me again

Say that you’ll love me again

-----One of my favorite songs by "C21"-----

Bhutan

(I went to Bhutan on 22nd May,1997. First, I stayed at Paro & then went to Thimpu. I was overwhelmed to see the scenic beauty & the visit left a permanent impression on my mind.)

All around mountains, soaring their heads high-
As if they are rulers of the great wide Earth;
Streams flowing down them with swift winding courses,
The green plants & shrubs fluttering from side to side.
Slowly, the sun rises with its sparkling red flames
And makes the surrounding an antique precious gem,
Where on Earth can you come across such a place?
Mother Nature displaying all her might.

The trees of the forest like pillars of rocks,
Standing firmly for a million years,
And where the sun has little effect on the moist brown soil
Experiencing the sight-it proved to be very dear.
Where the life is hanging on in the ancient times
The age old belief in powerful historic shrines;
Truly worth a lifetime’s visit-
Can’t tell if it may come again, for I’m not a seer.

The local people here, the Masalis & Scebes,
Are affectionate & caring like their mother,
They treated me with utmost respect,
I’m a far off stranger-they just don’t bother.
Though I couldn’t catch what they said
For, to learn their language-would mean bringing back the dead
The ever smiling faces, they have little to regret;
Unlike the cruel life, every man is a brother.

The deep, wide lakes with their rippling waters:
The sun’s rays gleaming like a silver glass,
The fishes playing joyfully-aware of nothing
The birds perched on the branches, singing in mass.
And all day long I sat by the shore
The desire arising to see more & more
The time elapsed by, I didn’t have a clue
Only to find its strong picture, which couldn’t easily be crushed!

Weather Link....

Have you ever wondered how weather changes can affect your mood? Its as if we've an eternal linkage with changes in nature, no one can justify this bond, yet it is there for all of us to see, to feel, to experience. The pulses in our body, mind & soul are, to me, transmitted to Nature who can react accordingly, similarly, natural changes also get channelised into our mind, so that, we transform our behavior, mood, feelings to that particular change, we succumb to it.


Otherwise, what is the justification of feeling gloomy, let down, depressed on a particularly grey day or a rainy day, we tend to cry in pain, the sky also cries in sympathy with us, it hides its face in dark clouds, silently nodding in harmony with us.

But, look at us, on a sunny day, happy & full of life, the sun's shining brightly, we're in a jovial mood, everything seems to be in place, nothing can go wrong, our spirits are high, & can't be dampened by anything.


In winter, we long to meet our loved ones, from whom, we're thousands of miles apart, want to share the same feelings, want to know what is happening at their end, we feel a kind of loneliness inside oursleves which can be filled in by the advent of autumn.


Have you ever wondered or thought how our vibrations get transmitted to Nature & vice-versa? The connection created is divine, but, we're thankful for it.

A Journey By Boat

(I was traveling by boat on the Bagmoti river. While journeying, I noticed some beautiful scenes which have remained in my mind since then. Also portrayed are some of my beautiful experiences. On the other side of the river is a little forest with mainly some deciduous trees.)



The weeds on the river anchoring the soil below,
No one knows how they had been sown
The black waters resemble some deadly night,
Stretching on enormously till end of sight.
Only the little boats have some lively forms-
Carrying off passengers, defying the wind & storm.

The green fields onside- all watered & tilled,
What bond have they already sealed?
The cows standing lonely like a child,
With ploughs on their back, they really look wild,
The farmers waving their hands to us all-
I could hear their siren call!

The skies above all clad with white & blue,
Black rainy weather doesn’t have a clue,
The birds chirping as they fly by;
I don’t have wings- I greatly sighed!
The clouds smiling, showing all their teeth,
Prepared for battle, like some worthy, ancient fleet!

Far along, the mountains stand in shadows
Spreading before them are eternal meadows.
The sun, with its red ball of fire-
Dominating the sky, attracting admirers,
The cold breeze making the branches creak,
One can hear the distant squirrel’s squeak.

The village women bathing in the river,
Cold water making their bare skins shiver,
Children playing with little balls & toys-
It reminded me of my old days of joy.
The busy carts carrying heavy roads to the mills
Winding their way along, up to the hills.

And as our boat rounded near the shore,
I could feel the excitement rising as before,
Stepping onto the land, I ran towards the woods-
For to me, this material world is of no good!
Thus my journey came to a close
Those exotic moments I just can’t disclose.

Understanding Myself....

[Inspired by Maya Angelou's "Phenomenal Woman" & Rituparna Dhar's "Inside Me"]

Many a day I've wondered in tranquility-

Who am I? What was I meant to be?

For friends fail to understand this enigmatic me:

And decipher me to be an unknown entity.

To the world, I'm just another human being,

Born in a society, and, then set free-

To dominate the race and establish my superiority

Without any remorse-by showing great acts of cruelty;

That's what we all are striving to achieve;

Still, no one endeavours to unravel me-

Look into my eyes, touch my heart, and know me fully,

And that's the worst thing about me!

But, I'm determined to discover my true identity,

And show to all that they were wrong to believe

Sometimes, I may be caring & gentle to feel;

Next moment, a volcano may erupt & destroy everything in a killing spree-

That's the evidence of multiple personalities in me

Which everyone fears is an inborn dangerous breed,

So, people seldom approach, but, out of necessity

Lest they get infected with this dreaded disease.

On I carry like a lonely bee-

In search of that divine destiny.

Still, no one endeavours to unravel me-

Hold my hand, kiss my lips, and say "Yes, I will be"

And that's the worst thing about me!

Life has chosen to be shrouded in mystery,

Though it's a blessing I have taken complacently,

No one dares to know me, no one dares to know me-

It's the truth I found out as serendipity-

And that's the best thing about me,

Surely, that's the best thing about me!

The Last Words

"I don't love you"

That's what she said,

And went away,

Out into the night-

Out of sight,

Leaving me helplessly alone,

Alone in my home,

To think of the past;

And forget the trust-

I had on her,

And start my life all over again,

After suffering the immense pain;

Which will never be the same.

Now, as I watch her,

Going out with 'nother boy,

Looking "pseudo" happy,

My insides scream in agony-

For this grand felony,

Friends try to console me

'Coz they don't know the tranquility,

The huge emptyness,

She has left her trace-

Carved into my heart,

Every time it ejects a pulse,

I feel a sudden impulse;

Like an ever-increasing curse!

"What did you get out of this?"

Someday, I wanna ask her,

In establishing your aim-

Of tearing apart two souls,

With the heart of coal,

I could've given you so much,

And, in return, felt your gentle touch

Can you swear you're fine?

By just not being mine?

The answer is negative;

I know you better than you do,

Someday, you'll realise it's true-

I'll remain yours through & through.

Regrets Of Partition

(The Kishenganga River is situated in the Line of Control between India & Pakistan. It flows through the Teetwal sector of Kupwara, Seamari, Katbham, Beary, Khadaama villages & the Uri sector of Baramulla & several other villages like Basgrain, Charunda, Kamalkot, Silikot, Hatlanga, Nambla & Batgrain. The river is also called Haji Peer Nallah.)





The people from this side cry to those of the other side-
Oh! Heavens! God, when do we get united?
For many decades in their exiles alone,
And the burning anger has slowly grown,
Bravery mocks people- look how they died;
But still the torch of friendship hasn’t been ignited!

Out on the two banks of the (Kishenganga) river,
Thousands of villagers have lost their kins:
Who strolled on the border & never returned-
And still they loiter along to continue their hunt;
Military hostility makes them shiver
To strangle innocents, doesn’t hurt their skins!

But once in a year they get to see each other’s face
To spend valuable time amongst the ones they love,
Their wishes unnurtured in their minds
For the scoundrels don’t understand any peaceful kinds,
They regret to remember the past golden days-
Have they failed to satisfy the Good Lord above?

They’ve have felt the misery of the (Kargil) war with their senses,
Thousands of martyrs sacrificing for their motherland;
The pain to see their “once-called” neighbors
Indulging themselves into alienating behaviors:
But, what were the results of these fateful coincidences?
When the smartest thing to do was lend a friendly hand!

And though the two chiefs have taken to be allies once again,
The sudden inhuman attacks still continue to rule,
The local residents are hopeless to know-
Their re-union across the “River Of Sorrow”,
Are not confirmed yet- with no material gain;
With racial, advanced minds, we’re acting like fools!

Friend

When you are in a sea of difficulty-
With just a rock to save your life,
When the forces are too harsh to bear:
With a hand to lead you to strife,
When you are full of pain & agony,
A heart will make your dreams come true
When you are losing all your hopes-
A friend will guide you through.

When you need someone to heal,
A friend will give you all the love.
When you are praying to the good Lord,
You know you have a blessing sent from above.
Friendship is a relation, strong & touching,
This, if broken, can never mend:
You can count upon only those,
Who will be there for you till the end!

Broken Love

(This poem is written in memory of a girl, whom, I so dearly loved & who left me alone in this world to suffer this inhuman life in pain. I hope wherever you are, live happily. I couldn’t have you in this life. Your ill-fated lover.)



The one whom I so dearly loved,
Left me to suffer in pain,
She lingers in my mind still-
How hard I try in vain!
I remember the day when I first met her
She was determined to ignore me;
I made up my mind to be her boy:
To impress the heart with sweet courtesy.

I would spy on her from every angle,
Each time the love bursting out,
The first glance the maiden gave me
Ended my long-time love drought!
The Eternal Love had its victory
Making all infatuations go to end;
We made love nights & days-
Surely, she was my own God-send!

Everyone blessed us with endless love,
Our bond was stronger than steel,
All of them saw with gleaming eyes
But, no one could unearth what we feel.
We were there together through trying times
The would-be husband & wife;
I never knew the clandestine truth-
The insolent, torturous laugh of life!

She died of aneurysm, slowly in agony,
I saw her horrified, nothing to do
And the last words were so dangerous-
My sweet angel saying “I Love You!”