Thursday, April 9, 2015

Connect - Disconnect

My dear friends, my readers, has it ever happened that in the usual humdrum of life you suddenly just disconnect and see yourself in a vacuum, as if from outside in? In that moment, you just get a perspective on your own life and situation at times. In these last three months, I too took an outside in view of my life and priorities. I disconnected from the internet to connect back to it in a refocused manner. This can happen when one faces an event which moves them. Well, for me it was the loss of my grandmother whom I really loved. I was not able to meet her due to certain factors for many years, and when I did meet her with my whole family, she was really happy and said that ‘I am so glad you came with your husband and child’. She was admitted to the hospital a week after I left and passed away silently in her sleep. In her last few hours, she spent in singing all the songs she knew from nursery rhymes to patriotic songs, before she fell asleep, she took my sons name and said repeatedly how overjoyed she was that she had met him, and closed her eyes to this world.

The poem below is not about my grandmother, it is about introspection and prioritizing.

Connect -Disconnect
Power on-


In silence,

All work done,

I wait in the stillness, with fast music behind,

dogs barking,

and the child giggling away near the TV,

and the fan above swishing ,the lap top humming,

Some thing to inspire me?  Memories?

Cursor ask questions flashing  I  I  I  I   I  I   

I am ready,

Sitting, looking at my own paintings on the walls, with mistakes which only I can see,

The sofa and the silk cushions,

The flowers still fresh in their crystal vases,

The pretty red carpet and the bamboo lampshade hangs on, sitting in one part of the room like me,

I complete the picture, a decorative peace which fits in all around the house,

I am ready,

Who’s bell is that? No, not mine.

Who’s car is that? No, not for me.

My phone on my side with 150 contact numbers,300 facebook ‘ likes’

But no one to talk to or to listen!

‘This phone number does not exist'

The caller is busy , please stay on line’

 ‘All lines are busy at the moment, please call later’

‘Server down’

Oh well, that’s enough conversation for today!

I am ready.

Ready in silence. I  I  I  I   I  I   






Blank  Screen.





 I hope you liked the poem, do let me know.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

One & Same

My dear friends, my readers. How have you been? A whole year has gone and a new one has started. Well, life goes on, people come into this world, and some leave, oh, so suddenly. The year ends with  celebration and also starts with it. There have been many who have had success and many innocents who have lost lives, and continue to do so. Why this conflict, why such pain we cause for each other? Does not our heart beat the same, the breath we take is the same, our mind is composed of the same emotions? We ALL feel happy ,sad, and frightened. We ALL lose hope, gain faith and conviction? We are in this together and together we must encourage change for the better. We need to think what a world are we leaving for our children?

Thus , today I post a poem, pondering about our existence and how we may be doing different things and live in different parts of the world, but we are ALL fundamentally the same. Many have done research, written books and poetry to ultimately come to the conclusion that we all are the same!

So, as I brew myself lotsa lovely coffee, and have some serious thoughts.Do enjoy this poem of mine.

One & Same

Ten fingers and ten toes,

Two eyes ,two ears,

And one nose.

In all the poetry and in all the prose,

Who are we?

No one knows?
No one Know!

Over oceans,

Over mountains,

Inside earth,

And outer space,

Whose are these hands?

These animals?

These clothes?

These wings?

Who is this face?

Our own story we try to trace,

Did we come form monkeys, earth or out of space?

Dig this place, dig that place!
Talk and talk, debate, debate!

Who are we?

Who were we?

Use psychology,




Economics and


Who are we? Who are we?

A thousands of years of existence ,

And still we ask ,who are we?

Isn’t it very plain to see?

Two arms,

Two feet,

One heart that beats,

One brain,

And thirty two white teeth!

All same,

All same!

For Heavens sake!

And in your Gods name!

We are all , all same!

In all wars,

In all chains,

In all busses,

In all trains,

We are one,

We are same,

Let us throw away, our selfish claims!
Raise hands,

And proudly proclaim, to me, you and He( or she)

We are ONE,

We are the SAME.