Category Archives: Random poetry

Liberty

Freedom to speak, to choose, to read, to love

I have everything

Still, I’m trapped

In a closet of noise, worry, anxiety

And perception

My wrinkles and lack of beauty

My aging mind

My cancer

Acknowledgment

For

My ordinariness that remains

I need liberty

From my big house and smart kid

From the constant urge to scale a summitless peak

From fatigue

I need detachment

Not from the world but me

I need peace

 

Loneliness

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Introducing Loneliness

Your constant companion

You lie if you say you don’t know me

I’m the one who sits beside you in the empty passenger seat

I’m the stranger who smiles at you at the mall

I’m the blanket you wrap yourself in every night

I’m the clock you hear ticking in the hall

I’m the breeze that ruffles your hair on a cold winter morning

I’m the scream that reverberates through your lonely frame

I’m the earth who cradles you in the grave

Tomorrow is ‘Not’ Just Another Day

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Tomorrow wouldn’t be special

Hadn’t it been for the Romans

And now that it is

What are we going to do about it

Are we going to wake up and go about business as usual?

Or stop a moment and ponder on the year past…

It was Good and Bad and Terrible

In ways unimaginable

Yet beaten and bedraggled

Many of us made through

That should mean something

Tomorrow, as the world grows a year older

Let us approach it with a clean heart

And a sense of responsibility

Because we all are special to still be here

Let us start tomorrow as CITIZENS OF EARTH

Mundane Life–A Poem and an Interview!

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Here’s some mundane inspiration–

We run around everyday busying ourselves with mundane routine

Getting the kids off to school, soccer practice, summer camp

Going to work, coming home and working again

Getting dinner ready, walking the dog

Worrying about the future, finances

We continue doing the same old mundane things

We fear to stop and think

Beyond the mundaneness

We continue like busy little ants until

Something steps on us with a giant shoe

And life is over as we know it

If we survive we become philosophers

To give others mundane wisdom

That no one cares to hear

Since they are so busy living their mundane lives

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Hi friends!

Occasionally I come across someone who is not so mundane and is able to delve beneath the surface. Sid Sharma is one such person. He interviewed me recently for Asian American News and I think he got me right!

Find out for yourselves here!

I live in a place called #Freedom

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Who wouldn’t want to live in a place called Freedom? But is an address enough?

Today on India’s 69th Independence Day celebrations I want all of us to take a moment to reflect on what does it really mean to be free–as a race and as an individual…

Below I’ve tried to pitch in with some of my thoughts—

We are not #free until we are all #free

#freedom from bigotry

#freedom from slavery

#freedom from inequality

#freedom from oppression

#freedom from child labor and abuse

#freedom from poverty

#freedom from corruption

#freedom from abuse–of humans and animals

#freedom from inequality (race, gender and everything else)

#freedom from forced prostitution

#freedom from illiteracy

#freedom from casteism

#freedom from child malnutrition

#freedom of expression

#freedom to be me

I am sure there are many things I missed but the general theme is the same. Let’s all strive together and really make the world a place called #Freedom 🙂

Thank you!

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The River

(from An Incurable Insanity)

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Meandering eternal

Perennial, over miles and miles

Of barren deserts

Golden fields

And rugged canyon

From a faint trickle to

A booming roar

It contorts, it twists, it rushes

It flows

Moods ever changing

From a pensive calm

To a nurturing warmth

And a restless fury

In constant motion

A persistent quest

For its ocean

Where its spirit can lay to rest