Palace is not in my wish-list to God
Diamonds are not my passion to guard
Fame is not what I want in this life
Power is not my forte in this world of strife
Think I do with grandeur in mind
Work is what makes my body grind
Laughter I share in a candid way
Hurt is what I do the least in a day
A walk along the seashore is fine
Nature bends to cajole me in line
Kisses I plant on babies not to tame
Wish to play life as a serene game
One needs fortitude to pursue their track
But weaknesses are holding me to crack
Giggle I do a lot in innocence
After all, immortal I am in essence
My works may die with my funeral
Big Bang too would see its doom corporeal
Rimless rim is the vibration of the sage
Light up all lives in your way is my message
Diwali greetings to all!
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Grotesque gait
Have you ever watched the limping of stray dogs and cats? Do you feel anything at that time?
As a young girl, I used to fondle our pet dog, Mothi. I was very possessive of that black King. I could never tolerate any passing remark on him. While my parents would be fuming at his mischievous adventures in and around our house, I used to amuse, enjoy and cuddle him for what he was. In a few words, he was a part of our big family, so much so that during arati time everyday he would attend wherever he might be hiding in our compound. He was a beast of carefree attitude, yet would love to demand all attention on him.
All his bravery would be dissolved during Diwali time. I still vividly remember how he would manage to hide himself under the bed shaking and shivering with every sound of cracker. I lost charm in bursting crackers because of him as I didn’t want to give any kind of discomfort. In fact, I have learnt an important lesson of not giving pain to other beings out of my pleasure. That includes all stray dogs and cats on the roads.
With the arrival of Mothi into our household and his part of growing along with me, I understood how painful life must be for the homeless creatures, whether beast or human. Whenever I see children throwing stones on these hapless beings, I would get angry and admonish them not to do so. The echoes of such painful howls reverberates in my brain for a long time and it is more aching to see those limping animals fleeing for life from the young thugs. And I had always protected Mothi from such unscrupulous kids during my daily walks with him.
Mind you, I had limped only a few times to feel its real impact. But that was in childhood.
Yesterday, in a whirlwind mood to finish off the work before guests could arrive for lunch, I was buzzing in the kitchen like a tornado. Unexpected it was though unavoidable, a glass bowl kissed the ground with a cling clang sound scattering the glass pieces all over my usual den. One managed to pierce my left heel and damaged my normal walk. A few ounces of blood oozed but neither did I have time to mourn for this temporary loss nor for the shooting pain along with the leg pain (below left knee) I am experiencing of late. I managed to realize them only when they all left late in the evening.
The effect – I am limping now. Damage is done easily but mending takes time. So, always be alert. I learnt this important lesson yesterday one more time. Not only had I lost the glass bowl but also have gained a temporary grotesque gait.
It is hard to balance the whole body on one leg. How could these physically challenged people survive? A big salute to them all!
P.S. Invitation for New Year celebrations was extended to us by one of the guests spontaneously.
As a young girl, I used to fondle our pet dog, Mothi. I was very possessive of that black King. I could never tolerate any passing remark on him. While my parents would be fuming at his mischievous adventures in and around our house, I used to amuse, enjoy and cuddle him for what he was. In a few words, he was a part of our big family, so much so that during arati time everyday he would attend wherever he might be hiding in our compound. He was a beast of carefree attitude, yet would love to demand all attention on him.
All his bravery would be dissolved during Diwali time. I still vividly remember how he would manage to hide himself under the bed shaking and shivering with every sound of cracker. I lost charm in bursting crackers because of him as I didn’t want to give any kind of discomfort. In fact, I have learnt an important lesson of not giving pain to other beings out of my pleasure. That includes all stray dogs and cats on the roads.
With the arrival of Mothi into our household and his part of growing along with me, I understood how painful life must be for the homeless creatures, whether beast or human. Whenever I see children throwing stones on these hapless beings, I would get angry and admonish them not to do so. The echoes of such painful howls reverberates in my brain for a long time and it is more aching to see those limping animals fleeing for life from the young thugs. And I had always protected Mothi from such unscrupulous kids during my daily walks with him.
Mind you, I had limped only a few times to feel its real impact. But that was in childhood.
Yesterday, in a whirlwind mood to finish off the work before guests could arrive for lunch, I was buzzing in the kitchen like a tornado. Unexpected it was though unavoidable, a glass bowl kissed the ground with a cling clang sound scattering the glass pieces all over my usual den. One managed to pierce my left heel and damaged my normal walk. A few ounces of blood oozed but neither did I have time to mourn for this temporary loss nor for the shooting pain along with the leg pain (below left knee) I am experiencing of late. I managed to realize them only when they all left late in the evening.
The effect – I am limping now. Damage is done easily but mending takes time. So, always be alert. I learnt this important lesson yesterday one more time. Not only had I lost the glass bowl but also have gained a temporary grotesque gait.
It is hard to balance the whole body on one leg. How could these physically challenged people survive? A big salute to them all!
P.S. Invitation for New Year celebrations was extended to us by one of the guests spontaneously.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
The trail
Brandishing my ears was a gentle touch of noise
Looking I caught the attention of tempting voice
Drawn towards it my feet sped in a scuttle
Scrambled was my hair by the breeze’s shuttle
Standing near the edge of that pristine hill
Felt the urge to roll the slope in loud shrill
In the midst of white snow to play with
My chilled cheeks rollicked in a funny mirth
Drenching in my own shower of love
I froze slowly in that haven beside a dove
Swaddling my memories avidly in the heart
My waddled footsteps made way to depart
Do not search for my story in those ledges
Or guffaw at the unruly mountain ridges
I have tied tightly a misty trail of my travel
Which my spirit visits alone only to unravel
Looking I caught the attention of tempting voice
Drawn towards it my feet sped in a scuttle
Scrambled was my hair by the breeze’s shuttle
Standing near the edge of that pristine hill
Felt the urge to roll the slope in loud shrill
In the midst of white snow to play with
My chilled cheeks rollicked in a funny mirth
Drenching in my own shower of love
I froze slowly in that haven beside a dove
Swaddling my memories avidly in the heart
My waddled footsteps made way to depart
Do not search for my story in those ledges
Or guffaw at the unruly mountain ridges
I have tied tightly a misty trail of my travel
Which my spirit visits alone only to unravel
Friday, October 19, 2007
My poem in GDN
One more poem 'What decides innocence' is published in Gulf Daily News today, though online version is not available. Please go through the link to read the same....
http://padmaja-whispers.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html
http://padmaja-whispers.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Strokes
Moths and butterflies are plenty around
Never did I care of their difference to be found
Nocturnal is what moths are, they say
Butterflies are diurnal in their own way
They roam around with their wings spread
Saw splatter of colours as they freely tread
Deciding to dig their history a bit
Beside a pupa and cocoon I eagerly sit
Expecting an idyll of romantic beauty
Waiting am I to write a poem ‘tasty’
Days and weeks go by only in vain
Watching them merely was sheer strain
Hanging pupa livens all of a sudden
Struggling butterfly come out open
From the cocoon writhing in pain
Out came the moth of life plain
How they look alike I wonder
But different they are to the core
Two legged beings we are from a distance
Yet poles apart in our mind stance
Hurt and pain may slice your throat
Never allow them ruin your life boat
Insects or men, birds or beasts
Joy is abundant in their personal feats
Rush quickly toward light like a moth
Not to be killed but rise from sloth
Wander freely in the day like butterfly
Stream of light bless when you fly
Ending my retreat from the routine
I shed my tears of wisdom in line
Thanking the insects living in accord
I bend to learn from the strokes of God
Never did I care of their difference to be found
Nocturnal is what moths are, they say
Butterflies are diurnal in their own way
They roam around with their wings spread
Saw splatter of colours as they freely tread
Deciding to dig their history a bit
Beside a pupa and cocoon I eagerly sit
Expecting an idyll of romantic beauty
Waiting am I to write a poem ‘tasty’
Days and weeks go by only in vain
Watching them merely was sheer strain
Hanging pupa livens all of a sudden
Struggling butterfly come out open
From the cocoon writhing in pain
Out came the moth of life plain
How they look alike I wonder
But different they are to the core
Two legged beings we are from a distance
Yet poles apart in our mind stance
Hurt and pain may slice your throat
Never allow them ruin your life boat
Insects or men, birds or beasts
Joy is abundant in their personal feats
Rush quickly toward light like a moth
Not to be killed but rise from sloth
Wander freely in the day like butterfly
Stream of light bless when you fly
Ending my retreat from the routine
I shed my tears of wisdom in line
Thanking the insects living in accord
I bend to learn from the strokes of God
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Me and me alone
Many times I have been asked why not I take up teaching. Well, I strongly believe that teachers should be role-models for the students. You should have the knack of handling the peripherals of the subject too with interest. You should arrest the audience and make them beg for more of your words. More so, you must accept the volley of questions with an open mind, precipitate the atmosphere with your wit and charm, toss away dubious points, and finally with sumptuous allegories drive the right answers into their brains. And you need to have loads of patience with students.
Sad but truth, I do possess none of the above. I am quite contented to shy away from the crowd and its plethora of mixed comments and settle down with my writings always in quietude. My world is full of birds and beasts; watching their euphoric moments of flapping or sprinting.
Usually my morning is always alighted by a bunch of doves chirping and flying together. I dream of that day to enjoy their perch on my shoulder, their soft feathers rubbing my cheeks & legs and their peck of grains from my hand happily. Can you imagine how wonderful it is to feel so? No amount of bribery can buy these innocent creatures. But the reality is, the moment I go near them with grains, they move away to a good distance. Out of the lot, just one white or grey bird would muster up courage and taste my offering. When they are all assured that I am no longer in their territory, one by one they all walk with their waggling feathery tail to join the quality controller.
One day while crossing the bridge I was so enthused to see these birds whirling in the sky like our air force display. Do they await me, I was jumping in joy for a moment. All my happiness dissolved when they didn’t recognize my presence at rendezvous. As I continued my walk with my friend in the corniche, they came down slowly with loud chirping. You know what? They were in fact waiting or searching for that man who used to bring them food everyday at same time same place. As soon as they saw him arriving, they all descended and with loud noise, surrounded that man with so much of love. Wow! What a sight to see!
Let me gracefully step aside human beings. I cannot be a teacher in this life, for I am yet to convince these birds; for I am still a student of nature marveling at her mystic and mysterious way of teaching the importance of innocence and love. I shall remain a student wondering till my last breath at the simple yet myriad dimensions that keep unfolding.
And I wish to be so!
At present, it’s me and me alone in this unusual fray of wooing these young fliers. And it’s worth a try. What do you say?
Sad but truth, I do possess none of the above. I am quite contented to shy away from the crowd and its plethora of mixed comments and settle down with my writings always in quietude. My world is full of birds and beasts; watching their euphoric moments of flapping or sprinting.
Usually my morning is always alighted by a bunch of doves chirping and flying together. I dream of that day to enjoy their perch on my shoulder, their soft feathers rubbing my cheeks & legs and their peck of grains from my hand happily. Can you imagine how wonderful it is to feel so? No amount of bribery can buy these innocent creatures. But the reality is, the moment I go near them with grains, they move away to a good distance. Out of the lot, just one white or grey bird would muster up courage and taste my offering. When they are all assured that I am no longer in their territory, one by one they all walk with their waggling feathery tail to join the quality controller.
One day while crossing the bridge I was so enthused to see these birds whirling in the sky like our air force display. Do they await me, I was jumping in joy for a moment. All my happiness dissolved when they didn’t recognize my presence at rendezvous. As I continued my walk with my friend in the corniche, they came down slowly with loud chirping. You know what? They were in fact waiting or searching for that man who used to bring them food everyday at same time same place. As soon as they saw him arriving, they all descended and with loud noise, surrounded that man with so much of love. Wow! What a sight to see!
Let me gracefully step aside human beings. I cannot be a teacher in this life, for I am yet to convince these birds; for I am still a student of nature marveling at her mystic and mysterious way of teaching the importance of innocence and love. I shall remain a student wondering till my last breath at the simple yet myriad dimensions that keep unfolding.
And I wish to be so!
At present, it’s me and me alone in this unusual fray of wooing these young fliers. And it’s worth a try. What do you say?
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
It’s Navratri time
Navratri starts on 12th of this month. Undoubtedly it is celebration time, especially in Bahrain where it is celebrated in the original festive fervour. The added attraction of this year is, Eid holidays coincide with Navratri.
I have already started marking dates of invitations received so far. And I am planning to invite friends on 13th.
There is sweat and effort from my side to keep this kolu. For me, Atul is the only reason behind this celebration, of course. While relating his childhood memories at a later stage, hopefully he cherishes these moments of togetherness.
I have already started marking dates of invitations received so far. And I am planning to invite friends on 13th.
There is sweat and effort from my side to keep this kolu. For me, Atul is the only reason behind this celebration, of course. While relating his childhood memories at a later stage, hopefully he cherishes these moments of togetherness.
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