Coherent Ramblings Series Poems

Flow

The mind flows

Flows endlessly

It’s the rational thought

And contemplation

That will regulate the flow

Act as relevant barriers                                     

In this endless flow and chatter

Else the flow will become a deluge

And take over every aspect

Of life…

Submerging all life essentials

In this unlikely deluge

And with little left to rescue

So the wheels

Of thought and contemplation

Give a momentum

A direction

To this flow

 

Moment

The moment is wonderful

Yet did I realize the wonder

And  kept on waiting

For another wonderful moment

Rather than living in the present

Painting a picture of

A rosy future

And spoiling  a perfect

Present moment..

Moments

The moments keep

Passing by

And I keep on waiting

To catch the moment

That I aspired for

When time itself

Slipped by

In this wait

For that desired time

In my favorite space..

 The moment of grace

It’s the moment

When everything falls in place

When the thoughts meet action

Easily

And proceed with a lot of aplomb

Knowing where they need to go

They reach the destination

Easily

And there is a grace in the sprightly walk

A smile on the face

And a whistle on the lips

As everything falls in place

Easily and effortlessly

Unexpected

Unexpected catches

And unexpected misses

This is what the

Flow of life

 all about

To prepare for these catches and misses

Is what this living all about??

Lone bird

And the lone bird

Flutters

Flapping its wings

In the rain

Whether it reaches

A Safe spot soon

We don’t know

But flutter it must

To reach wherever

It wants to go

The spirit

The indomitable  spirit

Is almost like

The wet sand

In the rain

It can get washed away

But will take some form

Or like water itself

May evaporate

May  wither

But will take some from

Either in the clouds, in the rivers

In the sea, in the pond

Or in the raindrop itself

Lost cause found

A new hope

Always arises

From a lost cause

Or a crushed aspiration

But rise it must else

Where will

The remnants of

The aspiration go

They have to form

The basis of a new goal

Or the next victory

On raindrops

Raindrops falling

Don’t know

Where they begin

Or where they end

Just fall anywhere

Don’t know their destiny

But do the work

They are meant to do

That’s what we do

Most of the times

Leading the life

Of a raindrop

With or without

Our willingness

With or without

Full knowledge

The night falls

And the night falls

Bringing with it

The memories of the day gone by

And the days gone by

What is to be remembered

What is to be taken ahead

Is your choice

Else let it just fade away

In the darkness of the night

Coherent Ramblings - Goal, Destiny...

Goals

The eager anticipation

In the quest for a goal

Or is it the process itself

Of aiming for the goal

Where you have put your heart and soul

All focus and energies

Aiming for the goal

Who cares about the question

As long as the goal is met

DESTINY

The force of destiny

Has lot of force

To define your life

To take it in a direction

Which you never thought of

Is it really??

You could still move with the force

Yet decide to swim with the flow

Against the tide at times

To begin with who knew to swim

Learnt swimming

In this force

And paved a new way

To create our own

Destiny

In Motion

The surprises that life throws

At you can be overwhelming

At times

At times to be taken in your stride

To pretend as if nothing has happened

As life has to move on

The wheel called time moves on

No one has time

To wait and moan for you

In the swirling merry go around

That never waits

Just moves on

Sometimes in routine motion

And then surprise movements

That cease to be a surprise after sometime 

Back after a long time !! US ramblings

It definitely does not seem like yesterday . The last blog posting I made was a few years back . A lot of water has flown under the bridge as they say in these years . Hope to be more consistent going ahead as all my friends insist I should be ..:)

Here are a few poems I wrote during my recent trip to USA- coffee etc and its spelling etc did not bother me much...

The Statue

The great statue of liberty and enlightenment

Swinging with the winds and the changing times

Reminds

Us that freedom is not free

But it is important

To break the shackles

Both within and outside

That’s the time when

The real liberation

Happens

Both from within and outside

The internal outdated thoughts and patterns

The outside distractions and obstacles

And even screaming priorities

Its upto to you

To choose, select

Or just do a ctrl+alt+del

That’s creating your

Personal statue of liberty

That stands tall and mighty

In the ocean of life

Learning to Relax

I am learning to relax .

To look at things and not think .

To see and yet not reflect .

To enjoy the sun ,the wind ,the chill

and yet not dwell about any hidden meaning .

to simply live in the casualness of the Moment

and enjoy this beautiful

Journey called life that goes from one destination to another

 I Am learning to enjoy the moments

Without any learning  

Water..

By the Brooklyn water front and bridge

The water front resonates with me

the ripples are like the hundreds of thoughts coming to my mind time and again

some reach the shores

some don't or do they .

That's the mirror of the mind -the water front

There are embankments

And some open areas

We don't know when 

The flood happens though

Most of the times it's calm

Seemingly Calm

A thousand waves are created and broken

 in this calm Mind daily

My Selfie Moments

I have had my selfie moments with myself and my thoughts . Uninterrupted undiluted me .

That's working to understand the real me .

The stuff that I hide from myself

the things I just want to keep below the carpet

In the womb of time .

I wish they weren't there but they do gnaw

I better deal with them.

It's these selfie moments which show the real picture warts and all the blemishes sans make up that's what I sought

In the crowds of Manhattan

The cheers and claps at Broadway

The causal conversations and aimless walks there was an aim

For sure 

Way... ward and Journey series

In transit

As the people come and go

So do the thoughts

Headed some where

But can land anywhere a times

Else most  of the times a safe landing is assured

The body in in transit’ but the mind could be static

Or vice versa

This journey indeed

Has many dimensions

A new place

A new view and new landscape

With new voices and words

Yet the theme of meeting and parting

Of meeting again

Discussing the different and same things continues

There is a new hue yet everytime

You step in this place

Which is then no more new

On Paris

A  quiet vibrancy

That underlies the

Silent activities

A life brimming with life

Seems same

Yet so different

The warmth

With a different hue and sophistication

The newness of the place continues to charm

The traveler  or one and all

Way

Which is this way

Which I don’t know

That I  am on

As the thoughts take form of words

And later some insights

Capturing the multiple essences floating

All around 

Our Journey

The journey

Of exploring questions and answers

Is a long one at times

Short one depending on the

Nature of the questions posed to you or by you

Nevertheless the wheels are in motion

Moving fast at times

At times inching ahead

With a dreary slow pace

Yet covering an important ground

Even if you are not aware of it

The journey despite all variations

Still continues

Learning and Discovery Series

The nothingness in the  busy-ness matters.

  It's a journey into some sort of a hidden treasure hunt .

 To land into the emptiness and search for ways of filling the space that takes you to newer destinations despite the terrible busy- ness

 the screaming timelines, urgent mails .

To discovery of the self

 uncovering of the layers

 to shaping a New you replete with the newness despite the busy ness

Learning-part one 

Learning as a continuous journey

But it is learning while living

That will remain etched forever

In the crevices of the mind

Etched so deeply

That it smoothens  the rough edges

Learnings could be varied

From learning to live with ambiguity

And balancing dichotomy

To understanding motives and yet not understanding them at the same time

To understand what is just and strive for it

 Yet learn to live without it a times

Quite happily

To reconcile, change yourself and others  and at times ignore

To find a way thru the maze and reach your goal

Which again seems to be a moving target?

That is learning while living

And living as you learn

  

Overwhelming

The overwhelming thoughts

When things seem unsurmountable

For the while

The dark clouds gather

Only to scatter

After the heavy downpour

Washing away the darkness

Followed by the sunshine

The journey continues

 Learning-part two 

The learnings

That happen

Knowingly and many a time unknown to you

Only to be learnt later

When the crazy times

Have past gone by

And some silence creeps in

To reflect on the moments gone by

Which fill so many moments later

With a unique richness and texture

Granting a new hue to life 

Discovery

The discovery that is Life

Of meeting the unexpected

Of doing the planned and the unplanned

Of looking at the same view thru different lens

Offered by this strange help called Time

Of scaling new heights

And yet being in the dumps

Of lying low and yet feeling high

In preparation of the climb ahead

To reach new heights and yet discover

The unique in the ordinary and

The mundane in the extraordinary

Need for expression

The need for expression
Of various interests
At various points of time
Requires various mediums …

On writing…
A lost habit
Is to be restored
How was it even a habit
If it was lost ..


The sea of emotions has many innumerable waves
Some touch the shores of expression
Some just die a natural death
Trying to express themselves ..

A vast ocean of humanity
Walking purposefully
From one end to another
Yet is the individual wave recognized
In this mass…..

Creative Ramblings

A beginner’s guide to the world
With so many beginner’s guides
Readily available everywhere
Where is the beginners guide to the world
Dealing with the nuts and bolts of the journey
Is there an instruction manual to construct and reconstruct life
In the two minute culture ?
Or is it a series of trials and experiments
That would take some years to
Understand and master the process and yield some results
Like a research lab…



The Quest
The quest for knowledge
Takes one through many hills and dales
Through a path
With many experiences and observations
Many interesting by-lanes intersect each other
To lead one to
The grand highway
Of a continuous quest


The multiple influences playing
An important part
To create the
Quest
With its multitudinous hues , sounds , tastes , feelings and thoughts
All carving a unique pathway for each traveler

Creative Ramblings

Some Random Thoughts

The confusion that arises
Without any finite cause
To pursue
Or too many causes to pursue
At the same time
In a working day or
A non working life ….


The Web
The complex web of thoughts and feelings
Can entangle the dreamy mind
Can entangle the alert mind
The point is to detach from the web
And watch it weave itself
That leads to an understanding
Of the various strands

The need for expression
Of various interests
At various points of time
Requires various mediums …

On writing…
A lost habit
Is to be restored
How was it even a habit
If it was lost ..


The sea of emotions has many innumerable waves
Some touch the shores of expression
Some just die a natural death
Trying to express themselves ..

A vast ocean of humanity
Walking purposefully
From one end to another
Yet is the individual wave recognized
In this mass…..

Creative Ramblings

These poems are a collective impression of the day to day saga that unfolds itself in society and life in many forms- the Mumbai local train blasts, the cruel handling of many national tragedies , the exaggeration of trivia and many more . All these impressions have come together and led me to “exhale” like this .They were written sometime back . It is only at the insistence of a friend that I am publishing them today ….


The Tsunami

The first stirrings of pain
The gush of angst
The brave struggle to face the avoidable and yet sustain
The turbulent waves of agony and bitterness
Touching the shores that perhaps never were still or stable
Always shifting
The storm of anger and disgust
The calm at times at the centre
And then the tongue of fury all over again
Trying to engulf whatever it can
Like a gigantic tsunami
Leaving but shreds and pieces in its wake
Pretending as if it never came


The saga

The stillness in the surroundings
The calm that perhaps had an antithetical predecessor
The peace after the wholeness is just pieces strewn everywhere
This is the silence of the cemetery
The light that burns pyres and dispels darkness
This is the unfolding of the saga of existence


The Blur

Everything is just a blur
A haze that has folded clarity in a neat envelope and posted it to a neverland
As we take steps blindfolded
Not knowing where the next blurry step will land
The slaying of goodness , light , purity
In the blur
No one knows what happens in such hazy environs



The Journey

Fleeting from one point to another
Trying to find solace wherever one can
The milestones at times like huge boulders
Blocking the way
But dissolve in the bright light of the day
The darkness that falls everyday and brings with it uninvited passengers
Followed by light which again fleets from one point to another


Dysfunctional

Whatever was hanging loose on the last hinge of hope
Has fallen apart
The antique piece has become dysfunctional
It does not affect the passers by though
They do not use it
They do not care for its value
It just exists like an eighth wonder of the world
Taken for granted by its sheer existence and presence


The warp and weft

The warp and weft woven dexterously many times
Woven together sometimes by the sleight of the hand that has got used to the daily ordeal of weaving the same old rug
The warp and weft of relationships
That bind us all to each other
Bindings of affection , love or worse -habit !


CRY
The angst and the pain
At the cry that has gone unheard
The shout and howl
Of a generation that has expended
Itself on things that have
Suddenly lost value
In the stock market of relations and personal interests
The CRY for the stock that was nurtured fondly
But remains undervalued in the myriad jostles and pushes
Of the daily market hours
And perhaps will remain so


Insanity
The ravings of insanity
Pleading the cause of sanity
Trying to establish sanity and logic
In a topsy-turvy world
So the crutch of insanity to
Ensure that sanity is able to hobble
On a road strewn with rashness and thoughtlessness


The memories
The fondness of sweet , salty and small memories
The happiness in little pleasures
The small acts of goodness that would light faces
The pure laughter that would fill all kinds of voids
All these are but memories etched on the stone called passing time and the papyrus of fleeting whispers


The aftermath
The Tsunami has struck and gone
The shore is littered with all kinds of objects
Known and unknown
The waves will wash off all
Yet some remain stuck in the sinking sand
Persistent , unwilling to get washed off so soon