"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Friday, November 29, 2013

The Aryans

'Aryan’ an ancient Sanskrit word simply meant noble
From time aeon humans took pride in being noble
Suppressing what was evil and destructive in their nature
Love and compassion was valued over hate and selfishness
Brave and honest one took pride in their words
Honored the pledge and commitment made towards each other
Early on fallibility of human nature was recognized
Virtue and vice was known to reside in one' heart
Conscious effort was to be made to win over ills
If humans were to live in peace with each other
All that was negative in human nature 
Had to be put aside for the good of all
To strive for higher ideals 
To seek divinity within were the goals to be followed
One who was resolute and excelled in that effort 
With patience and persistence was called Noble
Fit to be a leader and guide his fellow citizens 
On the virtuous path of nobility
But the coils of serpent ego weren't made to crush that easy
Nobles in a moment of pride and arrogance having their guards down 
Were easy prey for demonic spell of bewitching vices of human nature
Few escaped with constance watch and discipline 
Others who couldn't tried hiding
Behind the affiliation of a virtuous family name
And called themselves 'Aryaputra' Son of an Aryan
Some even thought belonging to a certain part of land
Gave them the right to be called Aryan
Aryavert ' land pervaded by Aryans is what they called their land
Some even searched for the land original
To label the inhabitants of Aryan Race
As if virtues were hidden in that soil
Aryan culture and beliefs spread far and wide
Cherished and divine were their ideals though
The followers lost their vision
Ictus of virtue fell silent in Aryan heart
Straying away from tough discipline 
They became corrupt and week 
And the name was lost in history
Now if anything is to be learned from their demise 
Is that being an Aryan is a journey individual 
Even when followed collectively
No land, no man, no group could own virtues
It is for each human being to cultivate and practice 
To watch for and subjugate the lower within
It is a path of one's choosing
To be or not to be a Nobel or Aryan
Is a choice to be made
Not a birthright.




Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Flash Thoughts lll

I am done
Want to quit
Why the idea of quitting is shunned
Favored against a fight to stay afloat
To beat the moment 
Knowing fully the ship must sink
At a given moment 
Unknown unpredictable
One who wants to quit 
Knows fully too 
That choosing is not in one's hands
still...........
Race is on
Time floats
I am a moment
With in a moment
My mass destined to shrink
A slow sucking
In a dark hole
Bubbles in a glass of soda
Sliding upwards  
To burst upon surface
Not knowing their play

A tryst with destiny.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Cinquain ll (Free Verse)


Fine is to test the will 
For courage to take up an  endeavor
But testing the patience and persistence 
To be resolute for a chosen path

Is a finer test for that will.

I Am Singing The Nursery Rhyme


Move over world
CNN and NBC
Don't want to know your trouble 
Sports news and Radio talk
Please don't shout and balk
Poet and Poetess
Sorry to miss your recital
Just didn't seem so vital
Watching the baby and his smile

I am singing the nursery rhyme.