Monday, 14 October 2013


You cannot measure love the way you can the length of a rod or the height of a building

- Paulo Coelho, The witch of Portbello

Sunday, 13 October 2013

No way out

No way out, no way out
From this dark dark circling mess
The more I struggle, wriggle
The more I get tangled in this net

There is not a ray of hope
There is not a way out
I just cannot go on hurting
I better put a stop to all this

When I try to cut loose
The knife goes to my flesh
My life oozes out
The net remains intact

I realized with a start
I still cannot hurt the net
This net is too dear
I loved at the cost of my life..

Friday, 31 May 2013

Can an error correct another error...?

That is what I am trying to do ...

Sunday, 5 May 2013


I gave him a Mirror
Clean, bright, shining
I could see my face and bright eyes
My smile reflecting on its surface

He splashed black all over it
Greased it with bright blood
Smeared ash of innocence over that
Then slashed bright orange and green dreams

The spectators oohed and awed
What a marvelous piece of art?
We have not seen anything so spectacular
For how much we could have this please?

His triumphant smile told me
 “See, a piece of glass minting money”
My heart screamed silently at him
“But I could no longer see me on it…”
GR, your wife sure was a most fortunate lady ...

With you for ever , I am here
Why shed tear , tell me dear.
From up above , I 'll take care
No more 've thee any fear
From the path we preferred , never ye waver
Unto ye nothing 'll be a scare.
Said ye yes to what said my heart
When a path together we sought.
To serve and love each other
Always our ardent desire.
What you say , I listen
Fear ye 'll have none
For thou art mine
For ever , for ever mine.

Friday, 15 March 2013

Do you remember ?

Do you remember what I used to call you?
Do you remember what I used to tell you?
Do you remember how I used to look at you?
Do you remember how I used to smile at you?

I still remember what you used to call me
Your words still echoes in my heart
I still remember the way you used to look at me
And when I close my eyes your smile mirrors in my mind

When world sleeps around me, I stay wide awake
In the middle of night, your memories
Brings only tears to my eyes and
A lingering ache to my torn heart..

They say “time is the best healer”
But why time cannot heal my wound
Each passing second makes it stronger and deeper
Sinking my conscious to eternal sleep…

They say I walk always in a trance
I don’t see even with my eyes open
Nor do I hear when they shout at me
Do you feel my pain, my slow disintegration?

I search for your face among strangers
I search for your name on all printed letters
I try to see you in people around me
Even trying foolishly to substitute others in your place

I am admitting defeat
Cannot go on anymore
I search for you day and night
Fully aware that you are watching my plight ..

Monday, 4 February 2013

LOVERS GIFT -  Verse No 32

         By Tagore

                          Many a time when the spring day knocked at our door , I kept busy with my work and you did not answer . Now when I am left alone and heart-sick  the spring day comes again ,  but I know not how to turn him away from the door . When he came to crown us with joy the gate was shut but now he comes with his gift of sorrow , his  path must be open

         Now GR takes over ( Tagore sits by my side and pats on my back  )

                           Here I am , left alone , all alone
                           Heart sick , sad and sullen
                           Rushes in through our door
                           The spring , in all its glory and splendor
                           What use of spring unto me now
                           As by me sits not my love.
                           To turn him away from hither
                           I know not how , my dear.
                           Again and again in the days past
                           To make us happy , the spring did visit
                           Immersed in work , I cared him never
                           Nor did you answer
                           To dip us in honey , in joys many
                           And to make our days sunny
                           Many a times did he come
                           Unto him extended we not a welcome
                           Now let his path be wide open
                                         As comes he with a gift of sorrow and pain

Friday, 18 January 2013

Verse # 30 Lovers Gift - Tagore

The below is from Verse 30, Lovers gift by Tagore. It seems Tagore wrote this when he was bereaving the death of his beloved...

         Translation by Tagore

                            "'  The spring of flowers breakout like the passionate pain of unspkoen love. With their breath comes the memory of my old day songs. My heart , of a sudden , has put on green leaves of desire .My love came not but her touch is in my limbs , and her voice comes across the fragrant fields . Her gaze is in the sad depth of the sky , but where are her eyes ? Her kisses flit in the air , but where are her lips ?  ""

          Now GR's translation of the above

                                   My songs old and sweet
                                   That into her ears once I did tweet
                                    At such a time of the year
                                    When faded away traces of winter
                                    And descended on earth the Eden - a bit
                                    It was spring , the lover's delight.

                                    The voice of Nature  loud and clear
                                    I love to hear
                                    As the spring is here , in all its splendor
                                    The songs of birds fill the air
                                    The sun slips through the mist
                                    To seek and be in her midst.

                                     To kiss and sweeten her feet
                                      Fragrant flowers breakout
                                      Kindle they in my heart a pain
                                      The words of love not spoken
                                      Though it was my heart's desire
                                       Where now burns a fire.

                                      Grass and leaves , green and fresh
                                      In my heart , thoughts of days old spring afresh
                                      From across the fragrant fields
                                      Floats unto me her voice in floods
                                      Her touch on my limbs still warm
                                      Though to me ' ll she never come.

                                       The infinite sky sad and sullen
                                       In its depth her gaze seen
                                       But where hath gone her sparkling eyes?
                                       In the air flit her kisses
                                       But where hath gone her cherry lips ? ""

Monday, 14 January 2013

Why are we protecting Criminals…?

Why is our justice system allowing the criminals to cover their face while being photographed? 

Today in the news paper I saw the photograph of all six rapists with their face covered. It really made me seethe with rage. They are not victims to have their identity protected. They have participated in a most brutal act and our legal system is bestowing favours on them by allowing them to cover their head  while in public. It is this protection rapists enjoys prompt others to commit such crimes again and again.

It is high time that we change our legal system. The minor of the lot who committed the most heinous acts will face only 3 years in jail. Shame on all of us… 
Some people say they molest women because their dress was provocative. If that was the case what do we say of all the male gynecologists? 99.5 % of them are not rapists....

So indecent dressing is just an excuse to shift the responsibility of the crime.  A good man, if he sees a woman naked, will not behave indecently. He will give his shirt or coat to cover her nakedness.

The lawyer of the defendants said that women should not be out of home at night. In what century does he live. Will he say the same if his daughter or mother or wife was attacked? 

I read the interview of Jyothi’s mother today and she wants all the rapists hanged. I echo her sentiment, let all the rapists be hanged or electrocuted… We don’t want such men in India…There are so many loving, caring and understanding men in our country. So we can very well live without a few brutes like Jyothi’s rapists or the rapists of the Punjabi girl whose news came in today’s paper. Such men are a malice and disgrace to our society…

Let Government make capital punishment a norm for brutal crimes..whether it is rape or political murders. If anyone knows of any organization fighting for this please send me the link, I would like to join and support them…
For an India where Human beings live and not just animals….