Christmas has come and gone

Life goes along, Christmas and New Years come and go, old memories fade, accumulate new ones. Circle of life continues as we move along.

Christmas has come and gone

 

Christmas has come and gone,
Waiting for New Years
To take the lights down.
Life will go on same
As the years past,
Resolutions taken and broken.
We will wait eagerly
For the next one,
And then the next.
Like a conveyor belt
Delivering same product
Over and over again.

Albums old are gathering dust.
Digital albums,
Full with photos past.
Need to buy more memory
To accumulate new ones.
Old memories are fading
Lights are getting dimmer.

Show will go on
As long as it can.
Light up in Christmas,
And wrap it up again.
Every new year,
Same as the year gone by.
Happiness, laughter
Sorrow and pain.
Circle of life rolls along,
As we move forward
Down memory lane.

Conflicted Emotions

Face is a mask hiding emotional scars. Conflicted emotions wheather to conform or break boundaries and set oneself free.

 

 

Conflicted Emotions

 

Deep inside,
Carry the scars
Of my battles
With myself.

My face,
A mask,
Hiding
Pain,
Frustration,
Failures,
Achievements,
With a smile.

Conflicted emotions!
Dance to
Choreographer’s tune?
Follow the
Written script?
Or
Unshackle?
Break all boundaries,
Set free,
Adrift?

Christmas Musing

day will come when all of us will be able to greet any of us, irrespective of our religious affiliation, with the religious greeting of the season without feeling out of place

Christmas Musing

It was a bright, beautiful, cool, sunny Christmas morning in my hometown.  In essence, it was a gorgeous day.  My inbox and social media, whatever little I use of it, was full with Christmas, Holiday and early New Year’s greetings.  Made me think.

I am not a Christian nor any member of my immediate family is Christian, so none of us practice the religious side of Christmas but I think many of us take part in some way in the festive side. But among my family members, I did not see any hesitation from any corner in wishing Merry Christmas (or the secular greeting of Happy Holidays in some case) to each other.  I have seen many of my friends wishing  Eid Mubarak or Happy Hanukkah or Happy Diwali to my Muslim or Jewish or Hindu friends and I do it regularly myself without thinking anything about it. But I will be hard pressed to find one single occasion when I may have greeted any of my family members with Eid Mubarak or Happy Hanukkah greetings.  Though I do not have any data to prove it, I do not think I will be amiss if that’s the case with my friend circle also.  So what makes it easy to greet non Christians with Merry Christmas in the season?  Is it that rampant commercialization ( and Santa Claus ) has made Christmas, at least the festive part of it, more secular and acceptable to people of other faith.  If that is so, more strength to commercialization.

I do hope that a day will come when all of us will be able to greet any of us, irrespective of our religious affiliation, with the religious greeting of the season without feeling out of place ( or shall I say out of religion).  Till that day comes, peace be upon all of us.  Live and let live ( in peace).

Who Do I Thank

Just thankful to be in this beautiful world on a beautiful morning

(Written on Thanksgiving, 2015, morning during a hike on the hills near my home)

Who Do I Thank

Oh! Who do I thank?
This beautiful morning,
What do I call thee,
Creation or evolution?
Or just a marching of time?
Infinity or finite universe,
Does it matter,
Here and now?
Sunlight streaming,
Birds chirping,
Colorful leaves
Caught in an up draft ,
Fluttering
Like butterfles
Glistening in the morning sun,
Mild breeze
Caressing  my face,
Cooling touch
Gently drying my sweaty skin,
Heart pounding
Begging for rest,
One more step,
One more bend on the trail,
Just thankful to be away
Amidst nature so bountiful.
Giving freely all its blessings,
Asking nothing in return.
Just thankful to be
Here and now,
Thanks to be
In this beautiful world.

Senses

Does enjoying all our senses makes us aware of our existence as human or only thinking makes us human?

(“I Think Therefore I Am”  – René Descartes)

Senses

I see
The golden sunlight
Filtering through the leaves.
Feel gentle breeze
Caressing my cheeks.
Smell fragrances
Of wild flowers
Wafting on the breeze.
Hear the birds chirping away,
Carefree.
My feet gently treading the
Moist grass beneath,
Velvety to my touch.
Wild berry’s heavenly taste
Melting in my mouth.
This is heaven on earth.
I think I am alright.
 
Oh sacrilege!
I think?
Therefore I am?

Holiday Lights

Comical way of looking at the creationist evolutionist debate.

Holiday Lights

Neither atheist,

Nor a true believer,

Creationist no, not a perfect evolutionist,

Nor a secular I do myself find.

Humanist, yes.

Find beauty in things all around,

Though from time to time,

I scratch my head to understand,

why did mosquitoes and leeches abound?

Creator’s way of punishing evolution’s top ranked?

Or when will evolution evolve enough,

To banish pollution and waste from this earth?

Do not want to scratch too much.

Head is already shining bright.

Too many questions, not enough answers.

Let me wear my secular hat for a moment,

And enjoy the Holiday Lights.

Fading Picture of an Unknown Beggar Girl

Memories of a train ride where some passengers taunted a little beggar girl.

Fading Picture of an Unknown Beggar Girl
Settling down on my seat,
For the long journey ahead to my college town,
With a book in my hand
To drown the hustle and bustle of passengers,
All along the platform, up and down.
Single dim light bulb trying it’s best to
Banish the creeping dark shadows of dusk.
Hawkers peddling their wares, shouting
To be heard over the din of multilingual sound.
Sudden commotion,
A rush to the window by few fellow travellers,
Distracted me from my book.
Turned my head
What’s their object of interest,
I wanted to look.

There, extending one of her shriveled hand,
Barely reaching the window,
Tiny, little beggar girl,
May be hardly in her teens,
Begging.

Tattered pieces of cloth over her distended belly,
Her malnourished body uncovered,
One hand clutching a bundle of rag to her chest,
A days old baby latched to her breast.

What demons had sacrificed
This little girl on their alter of lust?
Robbing her childhood,
Her innocence and  sanity lost.
Forcing her to beg.

Oblivious to the lustful gaze of the animals
At her exposed breasts,
Her sanity long gone,
From window to window she moved,
Pitiful eyes scanning the faces inside,
Silently begging for food.

Oh, the sense of shame and guilt,
My helplessness at the behavior
Of my fellow human beings,
Unable to stop their
Lustful glances and taunts.
 
As I tried to get her a packet of food,
Train whistled and picked up speed.
It delivered me from my torment,
That haunting pictured etched in my mind.

The face had faded long before
The picture is slowly fading.
Even the passing of several decades
Have not erased the shame and guilt.

Face

Face, instead of being mirror of the mind, hides the pain hidden deep inside.

Face

If
Face is the mirror
Of the mind,
That mirror has become
Opaque long ago.
It does not reflect anymore
Under layers of cosmetics.
Promises of eternal youth,
Botox,
Once expressive
Now does not show
Any emotions. 
Maybe it’s for the better
To hide the pain

Carried deep inside.
Pain of the extended hand,
Slapped away several time.
Face
Does not communicate
What’s in mind.
Deep beneath the layers
Of aged skin
And make up,
Hidden by a fixed smile,
Face has failed
Long ago
To mirror the
Pain in my mind.

Warriors of the Night

Bloggers battle to reach out and win hearts through their creations.

Warriors of the Night

Sun has gone down,
Dark shadows move across the sky,
The bugle calls.

Warriors of the night
Out in droves,
Alone in their foxholes,
Manning their battle stations,
Fingers flying across their weapons.

It’s not a fight to the death,
Nor to kill and conquer, but
To create,
To reach out,
To win hearts.

No boundaries,
Across continents,
Over land and water
They fly.
Differences excite exploration,
Diversity unites.

Fingers  tapping their keyboards,
Or gliding blithely across the screen,
Warriors of the night
Fighting their heroic battles.

Reaching out to unknown friends,
Bringing the world closer
One word at a time.

And as the shadows of night slowly recede,
Bugle plays Reveille,
Warriors of the night arise,
Battle weary but content
For a night’s job well done.

Life’s Trivial Questions

Life is to live or to live is life. Does it matter?

Life’s Trivial Questions 

Few thoughts:

Question is not “To be or not to be”

Life is to live or

To live is life,

I live to eat or

Eat to live,

Questions aplenty,

Answers do not matter.

Can’t go back,

Time travel is a myth.

Only option is to move forward,

Till it’s time to part.

Searching for those fleeting moments,

When sunshine brought some peace.

Is it too much to ask,

For a little of those moments,

Or do I just eat to live?