Wish

Wish things would have turned out different
It was not to be, but is there a need to weep
Struggle for ideals supported must go on
Hardly it is time to recede and be a recluse

Wish for a better future for the country
In ourselves we must have faith in defeat
Swamped in despair and sadness we may be
Hold our heads high we must to thrive

Wish for a march forward for progressive ideals
Inclusiveness be the battle cry in our resolve to strive
Shoulder our responsibilities we must bravely
Hard though the fight may be to preserve our rights

Wish for the best to the winner and prosperity to our land
Indeed be magnanimous in defeat but be on our guard
Strength in numbers will be overruled by electoral college
Henceforth resolve to work to overturn the archaic garbage


Write anything Wednesday Nov-9-2016

 

 

Wish:Week Forty One of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Wish it would not have happened. Wish things would have turned out to be different. Wish the country we love would not be marching towards being a hotbed of archaic policies reversing all the progress made in recent past.  But if wishes would have been horses…

No point weeping over what happened.  What was not supposed to happen, did happen.  Pundits were proved wrong.  Religious rights holding their noses, in their pursuit for the control of the womb, voted for a man who would hardly fit the definition of a religious person.  What a hypocrisy. This election, for all intents, was fought only on one issue by the conservative rights, for a total control of SCOTUS for next few decades.  The person who tweeted vigorously in 2012 against the electoral college, will be elected the 45th president not on the basis of popular votes, but on the basis of the archaic garbage of history carried over from the founding of the first democratic country of the world. What an irony.

I was thinking of skipping my post for Write Anything Wednesday today.  But what is the point of weeping alone.  Saw many posts on my reader about the election.  The tune of all the posts were more or less similar, a nostalgic wish for a different result.  But wishing alone will not change the result.

Wishing is one thing and working towards achieving one’s ideals another.  To that end, I chose the word “Wish” as the starting word of my poem for week forty one of my fifty two weeks journey with the Letter “W”.

I feel good that I decided to write my blog today.  It had lifted my gloom, tomorrow is another day and I am ready to face it, come what may.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Nov-9-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Woven

Woven into the quilt of our consciousness
Onerous burdens of cultures past
Values hammered and ingrained
Essence of who we really are, lost
Negated by garbage of history

Weaving stories of gods and goddesses
Of gospels passed on as absolute truths
Virtues extolled of mythical heroes
Embellishing divine follies and mischief
Not for mere mortals to divine

Weave we shall a modern tale
Onward in our journey of harmony and peace
Virtues untarnished by divisive forces
Encompassing everyone and love for all
Now is our time to walk proud and tall


Write anything Wednesday Nov-2-2016

Woven:Week Forty of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Quilts are woven in many cultures for various reasons.  Quilts are colorful, a harmonious cacophony of colors. They tell a story, story of love, story of passion, story of hardship, story of survival and story of rejuvenation. Sadly in the quilt of nations, the harmony of colors is missing.  It is replaced by false vanity of nationality, ethnicity, race, religion, language etc.  From our childhood we are bombarded by stories from our past, our cultures, our mythology. These are woven into the fabric of our everyday existence, so much so that we consider anybody else not sharing the same as aliens. They are not woven into the fabric of the quilt of our existence.

Technology has made the world smaller, brought people much closer. Technology also has made it easier for bigots to spew venom, spread hatred. Isn’t it time for us to weave a new story, a modern story of the human race? A story of hope, a story of all of us coming together, a story of march for justice and peace for all.  If that story can be woven successfully, what a legacy we shall leave for posterity.

With that thought in mind, for week forty of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”, I chose “Woven” as the starting word for my poem.  Now, my dear readers, it’s time for me to go and finish writing my poem before it is midnight and Wednesday rolls into Thursday.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Nov-2-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

WIFE

Wife comes to life when
Intelligent man makes the mistake of
Falling in love
Ending his bachelor life

Wife is the one
Indeed from day one
Firmly controls the poor soul
Endlessly fulfilling all her demands

Wife is also the one
In and around whom revolves
Family life as we know
Encircling everyone with care and love

Wife, without one
Ill fated poor man
Forever hunting the singles bar
Entrapped in the dream of catching one
———————————-
Wise is he
In his wisdom does not
Fall prey to the seduction
Ensnared in the honey trap


Write anything Wednesday Oct-26-2016

 

 

Wife:Week Thirty Nine of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Finally after long one month of my forced bachelorhood, my better half came back on Sunday from her trip back home.  I will have to admit that though there was some charm in the independence, days of worrying and loneliness were finally over. She had left for her trip just after our kids had gone to college, leaving me a complete empty nester. Being alone for a month after being married for so long gave me ample opportunity to think about what it meant having a wife.

I had to wait till she went to bed before starting to write this piece.  I hope she does not read this.  Those of us fortunate (or unfortunate) ones to have a wife will realize why I am reluctant once they read my poem that I am going to post after I finish writing this.  Those of my readers who are wives, I hope you understand me trying my hand at some humor( though I do not think my sweetheart will)at your expense. My apologies.

So before my wife wakes up wondering what’s taking me so long to hit the bed, here is the starting word for my poem for week thirty nine of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”.  WIFE.  Wife and women both start with W, I wonder why. That’s for some other day.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Oct-26-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Worship

Worship I may not
One and only God
Rather I will
Silently make a prayer to
Humanity to stop these
Insane killing wars and let
Peace reign in this world

Worship I will not
On the alter of greed
Religions that teach and
Spread gospels of
Hatred and divisiveness
Insulting others who does not
Pray to their gods

Worship I can not
Only to have doubts
Ruining my life
Strength of my faith
Humble though it may be
I am sure one day
Pull me out of this misery

Worship I will
One that is
Ready to heal and bring a
Stop to the world’s
Hunger, hatred and heinous crimes
Imbibing in everyone’s heart a feeling of
Pride to be at peace with one and all


Write anything Wednesday Oct-19-2016

 

Worship:Week Thirty Eight of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

 As I was writing this post yesterday night as part of posting for Write Anything Wednesday, there was a power failure.  Nothing I could have done.  Laptop was of no help as there was no internet. No power, no wifi.  So here I am.  Delinquent, albeit unintentionally. Murphy’s law strikes again.

It is a habit of mine to make a silent prayer when leaving the house to go out for the day to work or travel.  I am not exactly sure to whom I sent the prayer to but for sure it is to someone that I have not seen.  More and more my prayer seems to end with a line praying for peace to one and all.  It seems silly but that’s what I do. Continue reading “Worship:Week Thirty Eight of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W””

Wait and Waiting:Week Thirty Seven of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Last few days I had to wait for many hours to get a call or text from my better half. She has been travelling with family in North India visiting the states of Jammu and Kashmir (J&K), Punjab  and Himachal Pradesh (HP).  Every day she had spent lots of hours on the road, travelling from one place to another.  With a twelve and half hours time difference between USA and India and the fact that she being on the road it was difficult to get a good phone connection, I had to wait for her to call me or text me to let me know where she was.  Yesterday ( or rather today morning Indian time) she had reached the hotel at 2:30 AM travelling 250 KM on hilly roads from one hill station to another.  Waiting  is difficult.

This made me think about wait and waiting and its many forms.  When I was in college doing my engineering degree, there was no cell phone.  There was no good telephone connection even. To get news from home, sometimes I had to wait for couple of weeks to get a letter from home. When I followed my sweetheart to USA for my graduate studies, I had no way to contact her before I left India to let her know when I was arriving.  She had to wait for my call from JFK on my arrival to let her know that I was in USA.  Unfortunately she was in class that time so I had to relay the message to her through circuitous way.  I had to wait till I met her at the airport to know if she had got my message or not.  I do not even want to mention about the tyranny of Ma Bell, waiting till the wee hours past mid night to get a cheaper rate to call India from USA.  In today’s technology driven world  of instant messaging, those type of wait may be history.  However, wait and waiting have many forms and all of us, sometime or other, have experienced wait and waiting in some form or other.  Many of us, for whatever reason, are waiting for the results of the coming November 8 presidential elections.  Everyday lots of people wait for the results of their job interviews.  Many wait for the results of their medical tests. For those who got good news, their wait is over.  For others, it is back to square one.

Last but not the least, if I do not mention about my wait for my $1 weekly investment to bear fruit, this story will be incomplete.  I am sure one day lady luck will smile on me and my wait will be over.  I will be a multi millionaire.  Will definitely win the lottery. Just wait.

Slowly and steadily I am coming towards the end of my journey with the letter W.  I am waiting anxiously for the next thirteen weeks to be over.  Thirteen more words starting with W and thirteen more poems, then I am done with this journey.  But today I wait. I wait to finish my poem starting with “Wait and Waiting” for week thirty seven of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter W.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Oct-12-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings