Queen

A Hero is born
On the dark side of the moon
Where the forest is the thickest
When the moment is tempest

Yield not
Fear Not
Seize the moment
It’s been waiting for you

The world yields
Time slows
Oceans step aside
Kings bow

Take a stand
The world awaits you
The Queen of hearts
It’s always been you

True!

The Tree

There was a tree
Which did not know
When it was a seed
What lay within

When it grew
It thought it was a sprout
But it never stopped growing
Not even when it thought itself a bush

Bigger it grew
To became a tree
But the tree was confused
Would it bear fruits?
Would it provide shade?

Or so the tree thought
And it bore fruits
And it provided shade
And lived to see a thousand suns

And so our lives lay
Before us
We know not what lays within
We know not what the future has in store

Let it be

Jar of time

Time had no meaning
Time has no meaning
Time is but a point in time
Like a grain of sand
In an hour glass

But the grain which falls
Does not rise again
The speck which disappears
Does not appear again
Like a picture losing intensity
Time wins all

In this time
Which is left
Let us make it count
Not by the weight of our existence
But by the weight of what we owe to others
As a child
As a parent
As a friend
As a loyal partner

Let time give birth
So that time is never ending
On and on
From one generation to another

Timeless

Long time

Hi there. Long time.

I feel like a snake. Changin!

Now the skin is tight and nice. Rubbin!

Feels nice and smooth. Kickin!

Tell me…now.

By the Koshi river

What are the odds? I had last been to Corbett National Park more than 7 years ago. Been there with chums from college. Hardly remembered where I stayed or what I ate. Fast forward to yesterday and I had arrived with family in tow at a hotel right next to the same place. How on Earth and what are the odds? Too weird man!

Lark song

Really time has been but a lark
Been gone for sometime
But the darts are all over
Wrong board, wrong place
Tub thumpin to a nice rhythm
Jumpers on myself
Dahlias and buttercups, smothering by the dozen
Evenings as smooth as a bloom
Fragrant love, givin it to the soldier
But roots are now long gone
Floating as summer clouds now
Driftin!

My take on Steve!

I just finished a phone conversation with a good friend of mine and I was talking to him about a lot of recent developments. The most important among them being the fact that a lot has been written about Steve Jobs accomplishment, but the most important aspect has been left out.

Most of us work and take leave when we are sick. We are accustomed to taking a leave of absence and not taking calls when we are on sick leave. Forget that, some of us do not take calls on holidays because we want to relax. We are familiar with physical discomfort as part of general illness. How many times have we heard people troubled by headache and back pain. We are all so used to complaining.

But here we have a man, who was diagnosed with a fatal illness and lived through it for more than 5 years. Now the illness was such that we can assume years of painful chemotherapy and more importantly mentally sapping periods of frustration. Frustration because he had just started doing some marvelous things. Everybody needs his attention. Family, children, employees, pressmen and so on. And what did he do?

He must have pulled on some enormous amounts of mental energy in putting everything aside and focussing entirely on what mattered to him. This is nothing short of brilliance. So what is new? Imagine having headache,…now multiply that 10 times over. Imagine having to have an injection. Now imagine that you need that injection every alternate day. Imagine feeling tired after a long day’s work. Now multiply that 10 times over.

Now add up all that you have imagined and you probably have Steve Jobs spending the last few years of his life.

How much he must be enjoying what he was doing to have pulled on. How many of us can love what we are doing the way he did??!!