Lifetime Free 🏕️✨🚩❤️📢

From the womb of Maa,

To the Delivery;

The Life that we Gain,

The Joy & the Pain;

comes Lifetime Free..

From the lap of Love,

To the Giggle & Cry;

The Crawl & the Fall,

The learning Overall;

comes Lifetime Free..

From Mumbai to Monowi,

From Sindh to Hind;

The Oxygen we Inhale,

The Oceans we Sail;

comes Lifetime Free..

From the Sun & Sand,

To the Glazing Moon;

The Chirping Tweet,

The Spice & Sweet;

comes Lifetime Free..

From the Fire & Ice,

To the Angry & Nice;

The Mystery, Dreams & Maya,

The Mind, Soul & Kaya;

comes Lifetime Free..

In this Lifetime Free Life - "Time is Limited"

Wishing you a Healthy Wealthy Life!

What Next! ✨

12+ years

Overcoming fears

Chasing Life

With Spouse/Wife

Learning things

Opening wings

Swapping for Double

Jumping off the Trouble

Running the Quest

Without any Rest

Discovering new

With the closed few

Less of Black more of Grey

More we Earn less we Pay

Many have found their path

Few Introspect after every bath

What Next! ✨

alive - are we?

alive - are we?

killing the trees around

drilling the crust without sound

creating wants more than need

building the poor with nothing to feed

alive - are we?

seeing the hungry without food

helpless nothing we could

wishing to accumulate much more

throwing humanity off the door

alive - are we?

running to overtake the crowd

buying a jewel makes us proud

missing the priceless sunrise

tucked inside cushions with burger & fries

alive - are we?

feeling so sick in dust

cosmetic layers being a must

unknowing of our ambition & dream

following the money flow downstream

alive - are we?

doing nothing for a healthy life

chopping our days with a knife

ignoring our early Yoga session

we are more fearful of a financial recession

it's time we ask Questions:

how sweet will be life to a diabetic

how possessive will be wealth to a paralytic

how cool will be AC to a patient on ventilator

how much will be enough - to live a life much greater..

it's time we ask a Question:

alive - are we?

Two Worlds Around Us ✨

 

Chirping Birds ~ Singing Rain,

War for Glory ~ Bleeding Pain;

Rainbow Clouds ~ Morning Dew,

Running Clocks ~ Rushing Crew...

Is there Enough Around,

To the Chorus Sound;

For the Ones who have Found,

A Yogic Life...

Sparkling Stars ~ Honking Cars,

Scenic View ~ a lengthy Queue;

Dancing Flowers ~ Limited Hours,

Twinkling Lights ~ the Rusty Fights... 

Is there Enough Around,

To the Chorus Sound;

For the Ones who have Found,

A Yogic Life...

With a Beautiful Mind ~ a Clever Sight,

With a Command over Our Thinking Kite;

Maybe you may not ~ or you just Might,

Start seeing much Beyond ~ The Horizon..

between Two Worlds Around Us...

Life - quite precious to undermine...

Masking up the Face,

Keeping up the Pace;

Competing the Race,

Playing up the Maze...

World today - pushing to bounce Back,

Slow - but yes - moving off the Rack;

While the Will takes over the Fear,

Each one needs to mind their Gear...

Challenging the Times,

Writing the Rhymes;

It's time to hold each other,

To step up ahead further...

It's a fall to climb back Upon,

A new beginning - A new life Born;

It's high time we respect Nature,

Not only the money earned & Stature...

While we underwent LockDown:

Rivers - continued to flow

Plants - continued to grow

Farmers - continued to sow

Sun - continued to shine

Life - yours & mine

Is quite Precious - to undermine... 

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' ?