I wish I could return to safe arms
a home, a hearth a warm heart a place to call my own
childhood dreams that shattered like slivers
as the ground beneath my feet shook and trembled
and me, trying to keep a foothold,
slipped, bruised, fell, got up and walked again
one step two steps, one more then fell again
all the while head high, show no pain
shed no tears for when these fall
the arms that reach to wipe them
seek gratification in kind
leave, just leave them all behind
and walk -- not too fast
to lose the magic of the sunrise,
not too slow to miss the tawny sunset
just in pace, in sync-- one step at a time
into the horizon-- in search of peace of mind...
Written May 26, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Happy Birthday brother...
I rarely bought cards for relatives or friends on their birthdays, commemorating the day with a poem,especially written for them on that day. Only two copies existed-- one with me and the other for the intended.
This I wrote fro my brother at 14...
Though you are oft a naughty boy
and you have the credit too
of being the one who can drive me mad
as no one else can do...
...yet you have many good points too
which I'll just enumerate
but don't you get a swollen head
let's get this matter straight...
your logic knocks me out for six
your precision makes me 'J'
But alas you can't replace Doc Spock
you're warm emotional and gay!
And though I like Spock very much
I'll tell you something true
I'm rather relieved that you're not him
and glad that you are YOU!
So one this day I pray for you
to have the best my dear
and that love luck and life remain
with you year after year!
Happy Birthday Bro! Written for Roshan on 18 September 1984
This I wrote fro my brother at 14...
Though you are oft a naughty boy
and you have the credit too
of being the one who can drive me mad
as no one else can do...
...yet you have many good points too
which I'll just enumerate
but don't you get a swollen head
let's get this matter straight...
your logic knocks me out for six
your precision makes me 'J'
But alas you can't replace Doc Spock
you're warm emotional and gay!
And though I like Spock very much
I'll tell you something true
I'm rather relieved that you're not him
and glad that you are YOU!
So one this day I pray for you
to have the best my dear
and that love luck and life remain
with you year after year!
Happy Birthday Bro! Written for Roshan on 18 September 1984
The world is a place....
The world is a place of sleep and forgetting
a moment of peace and an hour of regretting
A pinch of perfection to a heap of blunder
A peck of wisdom to a keg of wonder
A second to smile and an hour to weep in...
alittle seed to sow, and a lifetime to reap in!
Written at age 14 in Nov 1981
Perhaps the first time I managed to crunch feelings into a small poem. This one I am rather proud of!
a moment of peace and an hour of regretting
A pinch of perfection to a heap of blunder
A peck of wisdom to a keg of wonder
A second to smile and an hour to weep in...
alittle seed to sow, and a lifetime to reap in!
Written at age 14 in Nov 1981
Perhaps the first time I managed to crunch feelings into a small poem. This one I am rather proud of!
Monday, May 21, 2007
Nostradamus predicted 9/11
If you have a copy of the Further Prophecies of Nostradamus pick up the chapter on The Third Antichrist Chapter Nine wherein he says thus.(This book was first printed in 1985 and I don't know if the author is dead or alive-- but it was printed before 9/11)
French seer and astrologer, Michel de Nostradame wrote in his book, The Centuries, an English translation of which has been written by Erika Cheetham as The Further Prophecies of Nostradamus. Some called him a genius the others called him a fraud.
Written in French ---here are the original quatrains with the translation!
Cinq et quarante degres ciel bruslera
Feu approcher de la grand cité neufve
Instant grand flamme esparse sautera
Translation:
The sky will burn at 45 degrees. Fire approaches the great NEW city. Immediately huge, scattered flame leaps up...
The state of New York lies BETWEEN THE 40th and 45th parallel in USA. !!!
The attack appears to be very wide spread covering both the state and the NEW city and the scattered flame-- may well be that of a
According to Nostradamus--
The advent of the Third World War will be heralded by an "attack upon New York City and state-- through bombs and chemical warfare!
World Trade centre-- ground Zero!!!!!
He goes on to say.... and I quote:
"and the scattered flame may well be that of a nuclear holocaust!!!"
Jardin du monde au pres de cite neufve
Dans le chemin des montaignes caves
Sera saisi et plonge dans la Cuve
Beuvant par force eaux solufre envenimes
-- Quatrain X.49
Translation--
Garden of the world, near the new city, in the road of the hollow mountains. It will be seized and plunged in the tank, forced to drink water poisoned with sulpher--
When Erika Cheetham was translating this quatrain she had no idea what would take place in 9/11
This book was first printed in 1985 and has had several reprints. The edition I have is a 1991 reprinted BEFORE -- 9/11
The attack, according to Nostradamus is led by the THIRD ANTICHRIST---
According to Cheetham the third Antichrist is a non-Christian probably a Moslem or Asian leader !!!!! Whose name shall begin with one of the penultimate names of the Prophet --- and she is unsure at the time of writing this book whether the man Nostradamus mentions is the Third Antichrist or his forerunner????
We all know whom we are thinking of--- but let us leave the names and just read what Nostradamus said!!!
Sa main dernier par Alus sanguinaire
Ne se pourra par la mer guarantir
Entre deux fleuves craindre main militare
Le noir l'ireux le fera repentir
Translation
His hand finally through the bloody Alus, he will be UNABLE TO PROTECT HIMSELF BY THE SEA. Between two rivers he will fear the military hand, the black and angry one shall make him repent his actions!
George Bush and the missile attacks on Aghanistan????
Who is the Third Antichrist???
Nostradamus says (English translation)
"The last but one of the Prophet's name will take Monday for his day of rest. He will wander far in his madness, delivering a great nation from Subjection????"
At the time of writing Cheetham still hadn't worked out the Monday connection--- Maybe when we know more about the Antichrist' we will find out....
French seer and astrologer, Michel de Nostradame wrote in his book, The Centuries, an English translation of which has been written by Erika Cheetham as The Further Prophecies of Nostradamus. Some called him a genius the others called him a fraud.
Written in French ---here are the original quatrains with the translation!
Cinq et quarante degres ciel bruslera
Feu approcher de la grand cité neufve
Instant grand flamme esparse sautera
Translation:
The sky will burn at 45 degrees. Fire approaches the great NEW city. Immediately huge, scattered flame leaps up...
The state of New York lies BETWEEN THE 40th and 45th parallel in USA. !!!
The attack appears to be very wide spread covering both the state and the NEW city and the scattered flame-- may well be that of a
According to Nostradamus--
The advent of the Third World War will be heralded by an "attack upon New York City and state-- through bombs and chemical warfare!
World Trade centre-- ground Zero!!!!!
He goes on to say.... and I quote:
"and the scattered flame may well be that of a nuclear holocaust!!!"
Jardin du monde au pres de cite neufve
Dans le chemin des montaignes caves
Sera saisi et plonge dans la Cuve
Beuvant par force eaux solufre envenimes
-- Quatrain X.49
Translation--
Garden of the world, near the new city, in the road of the hollow mountains. It will be seized and plunged in the tank, forced to drink water poisoned with sulpher--
When Erika Cheetham was translating this quatrain she had no idea what would take place in 9/11
This book was first printed in 1985 and has had several reprints. The edition I have is a 1991 reprinted BEFORE -- 9/11
The attack, according to Nostradamus is led by the THIRD ANTICHRIST---
According to Cheetham the third Antichrist is a non-Christian probably a Moslem or Asian leader !!!!! Whose name shall begin with one of the penultimate names of the Prophet --- and she is unsure at the time of writing this book whether the man Nostradamus mentions is the Third Antichrist or his forerunner????
We all know whom we are thinking of--- but let us leave the names and just read what Nostradamus said!!!
Sa main dernier par Alus sanguinaire
Ne se pourra par la mer guarantir
Entre deux fleuves craindre main militare
Le noir l'ireux le fera repentir
Translation
His hand finally through the bloody Alus, he will be UNABLE TO PROTECT HIMSELF BY THE SEA. Between two rivers he will fear the military hand, the black and angry one shall make him repent his actions!
George Bush and the missile attacks on Aghanistan????
Who is the Third Antichrist???
Nostradamus says (English translation)
"The last but one of the Prophet's name will take Monday for his day of rest. He will wander far in his madness, delivering a great nation from Subjection????"
At the time of writing Cheetham still hadn't worked out the Monday connection--- Maybe when we know more about the Antichrist' we will find out....
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Circa 2007 UP's terra infiirma : MSY check mate
Headline: A river runs through it…..
Mulayam’s parting gift to UP—Sunset Point….
Till yesterday it was known as Lucknow’s Marine Drive. Now its status remains uncertain. Ambedkar Path? Ramabai lane? Maya Avenue? Sannu ki-- ki farq peinda hai? (Abbreviated-- Sannu ki-KFP!)
The old order changeth, yielding place to new--- lest one good custom should corrupt the world…
My understanding of UP politics may be limited but I am sure glad that the Bhaiyyas of the Cowdung beltare at least a notch better than Lalooland. When we decide to use it, the UP bhaiyyas IQ level is decidedly higher!
So while all other parties get ready for summer vacations and hope for the terra infirma of UP politics to settle – nature springs up an answer which assures, Hope Floats…springing up what we all are praying is not a Himalayan blunder. Yours truly decided to take a walk down to Marine drive and see the Sahar and the Be sahara sides of it for myself. (Les Miz for the enlightened)
Like the hapless Robin Williams in Dead Poet’s Society, I set out with a mission—Carpe diem--- for yesterday is a foggy memory and tomorrow hangs on the razor’s edge of a sliver of hope. All I have is today! Carpe Diem—Seize the day!
As a journalist one is always privy to a lot more information than one generally sees in your daily newspaper – as a maverick vagabond who has accepted Alexander’s Pope’s quote as the gospel truth (A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, Drink deep or touch not this pierial spring….) your mind wanders in its wanderlust, seeking solace. An equilibrium which will lay this terra infirma to rest so that the Ground Beneath Our Feet at least, Mr Rushdie, is stable!
Like a seeker pining for the Holy Grail, a Jedi on Mission Impossible, a Reiki grandmaster calling upon his disciples to participate in a universal Reiki Marathon,
The answer comes to you in a fractal split— a sight that leaves you spellbound with its beauty. And mind you, the Fingers of God haven’t caressed it fully yet--- a natural lake formed at the edge of Marine Drive—an old British clock tower smarting at the sight of a train searing city limits and heading with a vengeance towards the remotest country of the land which this city would have reclaimed in 1857…if only a Scottish general vowed on the blood of his dead at the Sateechaura Ghat that his men would not rest till they avenged the death of their 200 odd women and children slain mercilessly on the order of but a slave girl. But that’s another story…
A picture speaks a thousand words – which translated in journalistic jargon means—no word limit—use a great picture—fill up the empty spaces in new page grid that bleeds everyday with rapes and murders, the plight of the hungry, the sick and the afflicted—the Les Miz for whom tomorrow never comes…
I have no idea what was being built here, I have no idea how many crores went where, and no guarantee that the corridors of power will not “shed another teardrop on the cheek of time” but I know that Lakhnau’s Marine Drive will always remain that, with a new addition--- Sunset Point—a natural lake which the Ghoomti suddenly decided to deliver as a slap across the face of time. In the backdrop stands the lofty La Martiniere, from where the ‘brave’ English fled to the refuge of the Residency just at the rumours of the ‘bloody Pandies’ exchanging bread and flowers with a vow that Sitara gir padega… the Khodang Gadar—the First Battle of Indian Independence! Just a few days more and we would have had the Indian flag flying night and day over the Residency…but that’s the tale many a slip netwixt the cup and the lip.
And just as the plight of my heartland’s terra infirma springs a question before me, the answer comes back in the sound of a song, hummed by a brother who still sings ghazals with an English accent ----
Every gambler knows,
The secret to survival
Is to know when and what to throw away
Know when and what to keep
‘coz every hand’s a winner
and every hand’s a loser
--and the best that you can hope for is to die and to sleep!
My heartiest salute to the UP bhaiyyas— both for their poltical acumen and their skills at Russian roulette --- adieu MSY, Aadab Mayawati--- Hum honge kaamyab ek din!
Mulayam’s parting gift to UP—Sunset Point….
Till yesterday it was known as Lucknow’s Marine Drive. Now its status remains uncertain. Ambedkar Path? Ramabai lane? Maya Avenue? Sannu ki-- ki farq peinda hai? (Abbreviated-- Sannu ki-KFP!)
The old order changeth, yielding place to new--- lest one good custom should corrupt the world…
My understanding of UP politics may be limited but I am sure glad that the Bhaiyyas of the Cowdung beltare at least a notch better than Lalooland. When we decide to use it, the UP bhaiyyas IQ level is decidedly higher!
So while all other parties get ready for summer vacations and hope for the terra infirma of UP politics to settle – nature springs up an answer which assures, Hope Floats…springing up what we all are praying is not a Himalayan blunder. Yours truly decided to take a walk down to Marine drive and see the Sahar and the Be sahara sides of it for myself. (Les Miz for the enlightened)
Like the hapless Robin Williams in Dead Poet’s Society, I set out with a mission—Carpe diem--- for yesterday is a foggy memory and tomorrow hangs on the razor’s edge of a sliver of hope. All I have is today! Carpe Diem—Seize the day!
As a journalist one is always privy to a lot more information than one generally sees in your daily newspaper – as a maverick vagabond who has accepted Alexander’s Pope’s quote as the gospel truth (A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, Drink deep or touch not this pierial spring….) your mind wanders in its wanderlust, seeking solace. An equilibrium which will lay this terra infirma to rest so that the Ground Beneath Our Feet at least, Mr Rushdie, is stable!
Like a seeker pining for the Holy Grail, a Jedi on Mission Impossible, a Reiki grandmaster calling upon his disciples to participate in a universal Reiki Marathon,
The answer comes to you in a fractal split— a sight that leaves you spellbound with its beauty. And mind you, the Fingers of God haven’t caressed it fully yet--- a natural lake formed at the edge of Marine Drive—an old British clock tower smarting at the sight of a train searing city limits and heading with a vengeance towards the remotest country of the land which this city would have reclaimed in 1857…if only a Scottish general vowed on the blood of his dead at the Sateechaura Ghat that his men would not rest till they avenged the death of their 200 odd women and children slain mercilessly on the order of but a slave girl. But that’s another story…
A picture speaks a thousand words – which translated in journalistic jargon means—no word limit—use a great picture—fill up the empty spaces in new page grid that bleeds everyday with rapes and murders, the plight of the hungry, the sick and the afflicted—the Les Miz for whom tomorrow never comes…
I have no idea what was being built here, I have no idea how many crores went where, and no guarantee that the corridors of power will not “shed another teardrop on the cheek of time” but I know that Lakhnau’s Marine Drive will always remain that, with a new addition--- Sunset Point—a natural lake which the Ghoomti suddenly decided to deliver as a slap across the face of time. In the backdrop stands the lofty La Martiniere, from where the ‘brave’ English fled to the refuge of the Residency just at the rumours of the ‘bloody Pandies’ exchanging bread and flowers with a vow that Sitara gir padega… the Khodang Gadar—the First Battle of Indian Independence! Just a few days more and we would have had the Indian flag flying night and day over the Residency…but that’s the tale many a slip netwixt the cup and the lip.
And just as the plight of my heartland’s terra infirma springs a question before me, the answer comes back in the sound of a song, hummed by a brother who still sings ghazals with an English accent ----
Every gambler knows,
The secret to survival
Is to know when and what to throw away
Know when and what to keep
‘coz every hand’s a winner
and every hand’s a loser
--and the best that you can hope for is to die and to sleep!
My heartiest salute to the UP bhaiyyas— both for their poltical acumen and their skills at Russian roulette --- adieu MSY, Aadab Mayawati--- Hum honge kaamyab ek din!
Friday, May 18, 2007
Waris piya
Ghaflat ki zindagi par tha ek siyah saya
ankh khuli to khud ko Khuda ke huzoor mein paaya....
Socha kiye thhé hum ki lawarisi hai hum
Waris piya mila tu to khud ko hi waris paya!
A couplet in praise of Haji Waris Ali Shah-- in whose memory people go to Dewa!
ankh khuli to khud ko Khuda ke huzoor mein paaya....
Socha kiye thhé hum ki lawarisi hai hum
Waris piya mila tu to khud ko hi waris paya!
A couplet in praise of Haji Waris Ali Shah-- in whose memory people go to Dewa!
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