Courage, courage, courage…

Courage is not inherited,
It collects,
In pools of occasional bravado,
Until it spills over,
It flows,
Into consciousness and mental grit,
Sharp words of wit are met,
It transforms,
Words and actions are bolstered,
Disregarding ancestry, lineage, discouragement,
It flies,
Takes you to higher skies, makes you taller,
Doesn’t let you hide, makes you stronger,
It raises,
It is built, made, layer upon layer,
Into a life filled with astonishing magic.
It is not inherited.


Goals and Gaols

While you sit and wait for your meeting to buffer,
Life slips by every time you think and dither,
I will do this when I have that,
We will go there when we have that.

Time and time and time again,
What you have today you will never find again,
While you slog away at your keyboard,
Chasing carrots tied away tightly with a fishing cord.

You run and you run chasing schedules,
Crawl, reach the finish line like a beaten mule,
And you are on the starting line again,
Sleepless nights, stagnation and trying to stay sane.

Starry eyed, blinded by the glitter and the golden cage,
You goals are not your own, nor are your achievements,
What you really need is strewn down on the pavements.

Exponential growth, first to the selling line,
Cash in your fears, count your hard earned dimes.

Let me live, let me flourish,
I can surmount innumerable hardships,
Let me live my life and enjoy living,
One life is all we’ve been given.

If we help each other and bring in the balance,
We can reach your goals, shine, and grow gallant.

Brain and I

Why am I afraid, so frail and small,
Even though I climbed so many walls,
Why I am so diffident and so dejected,
When there are so many things to be elated?
I am the storm, the blazing wind,
I am the searing thoughts within,
I am the hurricane, the lashing rain,
I am the insufferable pain.

I am the roots that hold you firm,
I am the passion that makes you burn,
I am the whip, the stinging one,
I am the colossus in the crown.

I am the master, the abject slave,
I am the curse that makes you crave,
I am light, the cavernous dark,
I am not absolute, I need your thoughts!
Think through the fog, the mist and haze,
Insulate the needless gloomy maze,
No food for thoughts, no devil’s fare,
I rule you now, don’t you dare!


Breaking free of the shackles of propriety,
I still remember when we were meant to be,
Moonlight, memories and words,
Stars, kisses and signs.
Summer’s echoes and destiny’s hand,
World weary shoes and a comfortable obscurity,
Can I just stay here and sing songs of serendipity?

(Written for the poem of the day challenge by the good folks over at Airplane Poetry Movement)


What is fascinating about the railways in a country like India is that overnight you could end up in a place with very different characteristics. You get on a train, have the obligatory chat with your fellow passengers, perhaps have a watered down tea, or the food that magically appears in the hands of enterprising hawkers.

Its amazing how much life revolves around the railways. Each station having its peculiar characteristics, getting on a train means immersing yourself in the heaving humanity that traverses the length and breadth of India looking for jobs, visiting relatives or with no specific intent.

When you emerge from your slumber groggily rubbing your eyes, you find yourself in a different state… like in states of India. People who are going to get down, with their expectant faces, freshly washed and an eerie sense of calm. And when people get off at various stations you get a sense of things being done, decisions made, onward and onward… And at the end of the line the heaving behemoth trundles into the yard to await its next tryst with the humanity that created it.

The sun blazes, the monsoon pours down and cold winds blow, but the railways are always there, working, moving,… In my opinion, no other form of transport engages you with this rich sense of propulsion which helps the body engage in the travel, helping mind and body travel together.

The Sky and Other Musings

Walking down the beautiful road,
Of life and its sundry causalities,
Looking for some place to sleep,
For my precious belongings to keep,
Every path ends in a blank wall,
Every other road leads to a barricade…

Now i am tired of walking
Found a tree under which to do some resting,
I look to the skies for answers,
Maybe i need wings
Wings to fly and meet her in the sky….