You encounter a mysterious man offering you a magic potion that, once sipped, will make one of your senses (sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch) super sharp — but dull the others. Will you sip it, and if so, what sense do you choose?
Do not dull my eyes lest I could not see everything I love dearly
Or the sense of smell which makes me smell all the fragrances lovingly
I can’t do without hearing the sounds all around me clearly
Or the touch of my dear ones which will make me very lonely
Now who can live by making dull the sense of taste foolishly
O mysterious man, go away with your potion to the one
Who has a choice to make a sense super sharp
At the cost of making other senses dull readily
If I have the power to remake
I’ll change everything which is fake
The attitude of people towards life
towards environment, poverty, religion
and their consumption of natures gift
without sharing equally,
which will lessen their strife.
Then I’ll remake the nature of law about death
Let death come with all its novelty
to carry on nature’s law
Let old age keep its
innocence, fearlessness, and cheer
like a child
it will make death less fearful and
make its impact mild.
Saudade is a Portuguese word that describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for an absent something/someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing will never return.
Saudade was once described as “the love that remains” after someone is gone. Saudade is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, well-being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. It can be described as an emptiness, like someone (e.g., one’s children, parents, sibling, grandparents, friends, pets) or something (e.g., places, things one used to do in childhood, or other activities performed in the past) that should be there in a particular moment is missing, and the individual feels this absence. It brings sad and happy feelings all together, sadness for missing and happiness for having experienced the feeling.
My father expired when i was 20 years old, just out of my college after my graduation. Few things he said I always remember , he was witty, humorous and fun loving. He could not stand silence, he will always turned on the radio. He never said a harsh word to my mother and his children. Here is my little poem for him,
get up you lazy bones,
birds are out of nest,
chirping, jumping on the branches.
do some exercise or play,
I never listened and slept.
only dreaming and playing,
will take you nowhere,
Study hard and get some knowledge.
Knowledge is power
knowledge will get you connected with all.
I paused and
to play, I left.
Now father is no more,
my life is in shambles,
my bones all grumble,
all those teachings of my father,
I remembered and wept.
I’m very sentimental about people but not about things or places. So I thought about myself until I saw my mother’s swing, alone waiting for someone to caress, as if waiting for my mothers touch not knowing she will never come back. I’m very attached to it.
There comes a stage or rather age in life
where aspiration, expectations, and needs
all merge into each other and you aspire,
expect and need a world,
without hunger, poverty and sickness
without boundaries, discrimination and terrorism
a world full of
love, compassion, and friendship
a world where religion is compatibility and respect for each other
a religion which embraces every one with open heart.
Is it asking too much ?
Life is a mixed bag of
hopes and disappointments
dreams and realities
victories and defeats
triumphs and disasters
some times you win
sometimes you loose
sometimes you have to run against tide
sometimes you have to run with tide
compromises have to be make
don’t loose your heart
count your blessings
be proud of what you have achieved
keep your composure
heart full of gratitude
head held with pride