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Simple Truth

 

Words

were always easy

Truth

was always hidden

Simple

as they sound

 

Words pour out

just to

stop

at the edge of my

mouth

 

“Why?”

My Heart demands

“Not Now”

My Brain throws back

“But it is the truth”

 

The struggle

was a year

old

always losing

society, family, religion

were reasons

against it

love

was the only strength

for it

 

Twenty Ten

was all then

Now in ’11

is when

I tell myself

I CAN!

 

Tell

the world

what is

simple and true

in

my words

honest and humble

for

my angel

beautiful and true

 

I, as flawed as possible

love, as more than ever

You, for now and forever

Sushma, the first ray

of

my new dawn!

143

in our code ūüôā

 

This was part of Jingle’s Thursday poetry rally.

Thanks Jingle

 

This poem won me the perfect poet award at Jingle’s week 37 Rally. I nominate Kavita for the next week.

 

A poem for you

is worth all the awards from the world

A word from you

is worth all the words from the world

A smile from you

is worth all the happiness from a flower

love from you

is worth all the good things of this life

Two Words

to

Jingle

From US

Thank You!

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Rhyming of Writing

I’m not a poet
Not yet a writer
I’m not persistent
Nor consistent
Everyday I think
of a story
Someday I will
write my true story
Today, I do the easy
a quick poem…


Some-days I see
my friends
with their chapters
Why can’t I write
like Ollin or Lisa
Maybe they think
Why can’t I rhyme
like keshav and Kavita


I think. I dream. I Imagine
and I talk
But I know
I just have to write

I’m not a poet
Not yet a writer
I can play
with my words
Every word like clay
hoping to
mold an’ create


For a moment
Let me stop
the play
Just to tell you
a story



I dream of writing a book. A story of truths or maybe truth about stories. Start was great, a plan was made – 30 Minutes a Day. But plans do not reinvent the man. I’m still a man, most-times rhyming and sometimes writing, always dreaming to become a writer.


This a story
of a poem
OR
A poem
in a story
Short and rhyming
from
a poet
who is
Not yet a writer


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Let go a little

We love it

We fear it

White and black

are two sides of it



Pain is caused

when there is a lack

Happiness is not gained

when there is plenty



Hold it too tight

slips out, one day

Throw it away

may never come back



Respect it

to become worthy

worship it

to become its slave

Give it away

to became a Saviour

But don’t just hold on to it

for dear life



Why do you care

when

so much to spare

Make a day

where

you give  a little

away

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Well Jingle decided to¬†honor my¬†flimsy¬†attempts at poetry and gave me an award. Now I’m a poet, and not a bad one at that. Thanks fellow friends, bloggers, poets and Jingle.

You guys made my day…everyday

I would like to nominate Kavita for week 27. She is one of the best poets I have ever known.

A day Lost. A Night gained

Morning starts with sun raising

I start with anger raising

Heart has won

Reason is none

Mind is gone

Why?



Today is lost

This is my thought

Make the worst of the day

All went well

Pain to dwell

In me & In her

I haven’t said it yet



She punished herself

Now I punish her

Knowing I punish myself

This was supposed to be the worst day

On her best day



Then came an angel

To show me

to Myself



Enough of Me

Now I become Myself

Enough of the insanity

To heal

To walk towards joy

As confusing as I sound now

I was then



But with a Kiss

and three words I made her Day

Happy Birthday Mom!

Forgive me for not being myself.

The first poem

I wrote my first poem about a crush I had in college. That surprised and shocked me at the same time. c’mon me poetry! But it was something. Subsequently, I lost the motivation. I couldn’t imagine myself as a poet.

Easy to rhyme than to write

After reviving my blog, I came up with the 30 minutes a day plan. But it was difficult to just cut large posts into 30 minute writing slots and some work days ended really late.

On one such night, reluctant to give up, I decided to write a poem in 30 minutes – To Rhyme Or Not to Rhyme

Surprisingly it came out better than I thought, I tried several times after that and response from you guys was great. But more importantly I found it easier to write a poem

and then Jingle found me and the rest is history…

I was also honored by a few more awards from writers/bloggers that I admire. (Sorry for the delay guys, I’m not good at this awards thing. Lisa, sorry i missed yours)

Here they are in no particular order

Thank You Ollin! I hope to start a similar project some day – All the best for your novel.

Thank You Hoiden. You are a wonderful poet!!

Thank You Jingle for this. You are plain awesome ūüôā

This one is from Amanda. A dear friend and one of the first poets to believe in me (thanks for subscribing my posts). Check out her poems and fun food recipes.

Now I’m not good at following rules. So I leave this here with an implicit message – You are all wonderful. Every comment in this blog is a treasure I cherish. THANK YOU!

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Nothing to say

The world is coming to a standstill

My mind is coming to a standstill

I can’t think

I can only feel

Tears will not stop

Eventually they will run out

The sadness will continue though

I have no voice

I don’t trust my voice

I know that my heart is telling me something.

My mind, unfortunately, is not ready to understand

I know I made a mistake

I can just feel it. But I can’t understand it.

Maybe the mistake was God’s, he should have never let me be.

Maybe Maybe Maybe



There are only assumptions, questions, speculations

I’m trying so hard to understand my universe

I can’t even understand myself

The mind is at a standstill

My fingers move

My heart weeps

The mind knows, it is just a door.

Close it and another opens, the door of happiness

I can’t muster the will to close the door

I can’t or I won’t


Misery loves time, it would like to exist for eternity.

My heart is thirsting for it, it has been too long since it has tasted misery.

It wants it all, as much as can be filled, lest it may not come back.

Misery – Today you control my doors, but not for long.

When you fill up all the empty spaces, there would be no space,

soon you will be known,

soon my heart will have enough of your share.

It can’t ¬†survive, not with you there in every pore.

Instinct takes over, fear will make me puke,

out you will flow, like the scum you always were.

Begone! I know you now. You have done your job.

Now let me be myself. It is time.

Let me search for my happiness.

Let me search and know that ¬†“I don’t have to search”.

It was always there – a tiny candle burning through the legions of darkness.



Life is good. But death seems safer.

I, Human, am just afraid.

Give me an easy way out.

I’m not asking God. I’m telling him that I can ask myself.

Will I ever see Her?

Help me Keshav, you are my only hope!

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Last week, there was an urgent need for B -ve Blood group, the second rarest blood group in India.

My own group was B -ve and I immediately said yes to donate some of it. After a quick dash across the town I was at the hospital.

After taking my samples, it was found that there were enough platelets for a successful donation.

From then it was a mix of emotions – happiness, sense of achievement, despair, helplessness, ability to make a difference.

It all started with a phone call to Kedar….

It was just like any other day, we were off to lunch. Kedar got a call from his friend, Kiran

Kedar: Keshav do you know someone with B -ve blood group?
Me: Yeah. Me!
Kedar: Kiran knows someone who desperately requires B -ve
Me: Ok.

I never hesitate when there is a requirement for B -ve. It is the second more rarest blood group in India.

A sample survey on a biker community.

Any excuses that I can come up with to avoid blood donation will just blow away in the face of a medical emergency.

What am I going to say?
Sorry. I’m busy. I have a ton of work.
Sorry. The hospital is way across the town.
Umm. I’m not feeling well.
My body is weak, it can’t cope up with this procedure.
My wife wouldn’t allow it.
I’m a family man.

Total BullShit. Your fear, commitments, lack of energy or time will always be secondary to a need for blood.

I asked Kiran, if I could come down after work. Although he agreed, just after lunch, he called to say it was needed right away.

I started for Yashoda hospital all the way across the town in Secunderabad.

I’m good to Go

On reaching the hospital, I was immediately tested for platelets count.

The nurses were very happy that my vein was popping out for a hassle free needle piercing . Ok good.

They had to run a series of tests to certify that my platelets count was sufficient. Then finally after a while, the Good News, my blood had a good count.

There was no immediate requirement, but they knew it was needed at sometime in the next 24 hours. I was asked to be available on call for the next 24 hours.

I agreed to be at the hospital any time they called me.

Platelets Transfer procedure

The Nurse told me the procedure would be a tedious one. A platelets transfer is 90 minute procedure where blood will taken out and pumped in for 4-5 times. Once started, cannot be interrupted.

This is very different. The other times I donated blood, they were quick 10-15 minute procedures where 1 unit (200ml) of blood was drawn from my veins.

I later realized that this was the same procedure, but done 4-5 times more without breaks.

Morning Call

After waiting for the call, I finally got it at 9:30AM, the next morning. They wanted me there ASAP.

I gobbled down breakfast, rushed through traffic, only to get stuck in rush hour traffic 1 KM away.

Finally, after reaching the hospital we rushed to the blood bank department.

After a 30 minute wait, the procedure was started.

It starts…


They told me the details. A needle will go into my arm which will draw blood to a machine. The machine takes the blood, separates the platelets and then pumps back the rest through the same pipe.

Each cycle lasts 20 minutes, 10 for drawing and 10 more minutes to pump it back.

My job was to lie still, and squeeze a ball.

The only indication was an arm band, which tightened when blood was drawn and loosened when blood was pumped back.

The whole thing lasted for a little over an hour and by the time I was in the last cycle, my hand started hurting a little.

That was it!

Who was she?

During the procedure, Mahesh came to see me. It was his aunt, who required my blood.

That was the first time, I asked for details.

He told me that his Aunt was perfectly healthy until 6 days ago. She and her husband had a fever, and very shortly it turned serious for her.

She was brought to the hospital with many complications. The doctors still could not diagnose the actual problem.

I was disheartened listening about all her current problems. Things looked bad.

Wanted: B -ve

Two more male donors were needed with B -ve. A massive search was started by Kiran, nearly 3500 mails were forwarded, there was a scrolling Ad in the local TV channel.

Only two people were found. But sadly they were not suitable – one guy was underweight and for the other, the vein was not very visible.

Anyway, the doctors stopped all requests. Now she was under observation.

My part Done. Its Your Turn

The procedure was over. I said my goodbyes to Mahesh, wished him luck and walked away.

Kiran sent me a SMS

Thanks Mamu. you just saved a life. thanks a million.

I wanted to congratulate myself only when she got better. I did my best.

Now, it was now in God’s hands. I’m sure the family was fervently praying.

Back to Reality

I came back to work. Many of my colleagues knew (Kedar sent mails) and I was warmly welcomed back.

Back to work now.

It was Time.


I called Mahesh later in the night. His aunt was still in a coma.

Then came the message from Kiran, exactly 25 hours since I drew blood.

our efforts have gone in vain. aunty died an hour ago

She was just 51. Ten years younger than my own mom.

Human Reactions

I was staring at the message. I realized that I wasn’t really surprised.

I did not reply to Kiran, there was nothing to be said.

I showed the message to a few of my colleagues. There were different reactions

One said – Oh! and went back to work
Another said a small prayer for her soul
One guy was shocked about the reality.
One became sad that my efforts did not help.

I went back to my seat, tried to start work. But everything was blank.

Finally, I too went back to work.

But a promise was made – to tell the world…

Our efforts will never be in vain


What was done
was done
What is,
Will be

With every ending
There will be new beginnings

The start
is
The Finish

It never ends
It just turns
The circle of life

One day,
I too will,
come full-circle.

Images from suman, Jennifer.

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Meri Ma

So much to say
But never said
So much to do
But never done

Today, I haven’t said
Today, I haven’t done
But Today, I have thought
Now, I write

You gave your happiness
So we could laugh

You gave your strength
So we could be brave

You showed compassion
So we could love others

You proved your will power
We learnt to believe in ours

You cared for us
much more
than for yourself

You taught us
much more
than any teacher

You loved us
much more
than we loved ourselves

This day, as everyday
is always yours
But then
You never took a day

I forgot to get a gift
and so I shall write
But no gift shall ever come close
to your gift
Thank you for giving me life!

Happy Mothers day
Meri Maa, Pyaari Ma*

*My Mother, Lovely Mother

The below song from Dasvidaniya is the best song ever dedicated to a mother.

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