A Journey towards the Core - Waghbil

rising before the sun,

a journey towards exploring within & beyond;

pacing through walk, stroll & run,

re-discovering with nature, a historic bond..

bathing through the sun & sweat,

rejoicing the breeze like never before;

without chasing calls & internet,

approaching the forest cave to the core.. 

each stream we came across on the way,

had enough to soothe the spirit & soul;

cooling waterfall & the merciful sun ray,

added with love served on a food bowl.. 

Savaroli - simplicity & nature can change lives!!

Let’s Communicate 360°

Often to Interact is meant to Speak,
To Discover is meant to Seek;
Often to Communicate we need a Voice,
To get Noticed we speak louder than the Noise...

Times are Rare,
When we ask & she gives a Stare;
Unable to Hear, 
Not easy though - she attempts to understand Without Fear...

Times seem not to be Fair, 
When we keep shouting & he maintains silence to Bear;
Unable to Say,
What all he wished he could he May...

Times do Scare,
When we see her crossing the lane and Dare;
Unable to See, 
Perhaps she is more confident than Me...

It's time we Notice, 
Communication beyond Voice;
It's time we Interact, 
Without creating Noise... 

No Eyes can See, 
No Ear can Hear;
No Tongue can Speak,
Without Willingness - With Fear...

It's we who Create & Define, 
The Boundaries of our Communication...

It's we who Can Change & Design,
How Inclusive would be our Communication...

It's Not their Inability to Hear, Speak or See, 
It's Our Inability to Communicate, Can We? 

Let us Live - Grow - Change

We see a sown seed Sprout,
A camera asking for a Pout;
We see the clouds Hide & Seek,
A parrot imitating us with his Beak...

We do feel the Heat & Rain,
Cherish the Joy - Regret the Pain;
We Love, we Care,
Also, we do get drowned in Despair...

The sky, the birds, the glowing Moon,
The earth, the animals, the peaks standing High;
The sea, the fish, the hidden Lagoon,
Each day, each moment are taking a Sigh...

Each thing, each one is ever changing Around,
Also look at us, we are no Exception;
We Change, We Grow without a pinch of Sound,
Being unnoticed since Inception...

To Notice, to Hear, to Change without Fear,
To See, to Be, the Change we want to See;
To Grow, to Rise, cutting stagnant with a Spear,
To Me, to We, let's Vow to the Change we want to See...

Let's not be Dead!

To Live is to Grow,
To Grow is to Change;
To Steer is to Row,
With or without any Exchange...

We Change - The World Changes...

Let’s continue to Live - Grow - Change…

To Discover or To Adapt – Change !

It all starts with the day we open our eyes,
We see people are already smarter & wise;
The day we take our very first step,
The marble awaits us neat & hep…

The day we utter our very first word,
We see people already understand our absurd;
The day we put up a cute very smile,
The smartphones seem to be clicking from quite a while…

The day we meet some peers around,
We realize they have learnt the same action & sound;
The day we find a companion very cutie,
Very soon we are told about something as Gender & Beauty…

As we grow and are ready to be learning more,
We realize there’s something as a School - already awaiting outdoor;
As we get admitted to the School outdoor,
Teachers await us to assess & score…

As we sit on a bench & wait,
We learn the story of Time & Date;
As we learn to listen & speak,
We learn the concept of Strong & Weak…

For all this while,
We cry & we smile;
We Follow We Adapt to,
The Change given to us…

Here comes the much awaited time,
To assess the value of our own wind chime;
Either continue to Follow and Adapt,
Or let’s Discover our own mighty raft…

Either do we become the Change,
Or keep craving - to be adapting to it;
Either do we write our own Rhyme,
Or keep humming the tunes we heard & sit…

There are roads laid before we wanted to Visit,
There are flights before we ever wanted to Fly;
There are equipment before we ever dreamt of Diving,
Is the Change being discovered or is everyone just striving…

Are we ready to Discover our own Might ?
Let’s better be Early – before dims the Sunlight…

What do we need ?

From the sudden Dawn,
To the delayed Dusk;
From the Queue for spoons,
To the Quick tea dips in rusk…

We feel so anxious to chase a target,
Keep running through to lead the market;
We get soaked into the ocean called volume,
By EOD get banished almost like a smoked fume…

Given a chance to pursue your heart,
Leaving the strained routines apart;
Gifted an Extra Leave or two,
Let’s think what New would we do…

Apart from gazing at the TV within four walls,
Apart from keeping busy updating posts – attending calls;
Apart from lazing on the beloved bed,
Or visiting our HomeTown instead…

Is there something which we love to do,
Some hobby undiscovered – Some interest which we never knew;
Is there something more loved than Sleep,
Shall we dig into ourselves down deep…

Let’s pursue what we Never paid a heed to know,
Let’s get a Direction – instead of just being a part of the gushing flow;
Let’s discover Ourselves before it gets too late to know,
Let’s Cultivate our minds before it starts to snow…

Bleeding Truth

13th March was my birthday,
Had to choose a different way;
Decided to keep all priorities at bay,
& reach uphill Jeevdani Temple before yawns the morning ray…

Jumped off the bed at three,
Leaving alone my lazy routines free;
Let my sleepy eyes step out the door,
Reached the destination sharp at four…

Seeing the huge gates shut,
Was quite astonished but;
Looking at people waiting – sleeping at the door,
Again gazing at the majestic closed door;
Stepped to a man in blue,
Asking if he had any clue;
As to when will the gates unlock?
It was already four O’clock…

“Now” he replied,
My eyes glorified;
The screeching sound of the opening gate,
Ready to climb up ending up the wait…

Stepping up my foot ahead,
Not alone was I, sought of a group I led;
Dogs barking with joy,
Started playing without a toy…

Carrying a pumping heart,
Holding myself from falling apart;
Reaching up the divine,
Waiting at the shrine;
Wrapping up the curtain,
Relieving the uncertain;
Goddess Jeevdani lends us a sight,
Before flows down the gushing sunlight…

Instruments started to play,
As if the clouds were to dance;
Chants around the world,
Dipped in honey was every stance…

Praising loud the almighty,
A group of boys dragged along a goat;
Deafening cheer surrounded the hall room,
A sight difficult for me to note…

They came tearing away the crowd through,
Were given a passage even though the audience grew;
Masked murderers they seemed to be,
Greetings & Respect they got was surprising to see…

The goat with the group went to take blessings ahead,
My eyes were expecting a stain splash off bleeding red;
But the sight was not sought at the very site,
When I asked about it to a man in white;
The sacrifice was to be made down the hill,
Blank was I to hear it and stood still…

Are we so not a Man,
To believe in what we Can;
By killing others to Gain,
Being untouched by the Pain…

It’s time we Realize,
To learn to Sacrifice;
Not someone else’s blood will colour our Life,
We need to put ourselves under the so called “Knife”…

Are we ready to Bleed?

A Miss. ..

Miss the time to be shared,

Miss the family to be cared;

Miss the confession to be made,
Miss the foundation to be laid...

Miss the campaign I never led,

Miss the words I never said;

Miss the needy I never fed,

Miss the mistakes instead... 

Miss the moment together,
Miss the mist & the weather;
Miss the bird with the feather,
Miss the Internet to tether...

Miss the team to belong,
Miss the friend who was along;
Miss the group one small,
Miss the eyes which said it all...

Miss the gushing river,

Miss the breezy shiver;

Miss the so dry rain,

Miss the heat & pain...

Miss the toys to play,
Miss the kulfi in a pot of clay;

Miss the bench-mate who copied,
Miss the roommate who stole;
Miss the life I didn't live,
Miss the story & my role...

Do we need a second life to recollect this ?
Or can we grab this 'was' from the present 'is' ?