Do you carry your cloud
Wherever you go?
I've heard the little cloud
Over you,
Only rains happiness.
And you are always happy.
Mine is a speckless sky,
Nary a cloud,
Nary a cloud.
Do you carry your cloud
Wherever you go?
I've heard the little cloud
Over you,
Only rains happiness.
And you are always happy.
Mine is a speckless sky,
Nary a cloud,
Nary a cloud.
Week will be of rainbow colours
Some red, some orange,
Still others of blue.
Somedays I will think of you,
Other days I will think of you.
In the year 2009, in these pages I wrote a blog called 'Who will inherit your blog?'
Nothing much seems to have changed since then.
Today, I got a message from one social media platform which asked me to congratulate someone on his work anniversary. Unfortunately, this 'someone' has taken the stairway to heaven some months ago. Happens to be an Army officer. Who was once the skipper of my unit.
How insensitive can this be? Imagine this "someone's" son got a similar message. It is very likely too. Because this 'someone' would be connected to his son on the platform.
Who will regulate this bullshit auto messaging?
I learnt recently that the Big Bang - if it occurred at all - was probably soundless. Therefore, wasn't an explosion as we know an explosion. The theory is that sound travels through air. And at the very beginning there was no air.
I have a question to ask, though. How to explain - in terms of actual look and feel - to a person who has hundred percent hearing loss from birth, the origin of the universe? How to explain the Big Bang to that person?
Why have a theory which all the people of the world don't understand?
How many stones have I left unturned?
How many bullets have I stopped?
I've only been singed by the pyre.
It's time I start the fire.
Long live the Republic!
On a starry night,
When you walk the Milky Way,
You will find your love
Twinkling somewhere.
Just keep walking.
Where there's a will, there is a way.
Specially if it is old and rich relative who is writing the will.
Shubhprabhat.
The breeze that comes
--Whether purwai,
Whether garam hawa,
Whether aandhi--
just passes through
And never returns.
*purwai: easterly
*garam hawa: hot wind
*aandhi: storm
Yesterday, my root canaled 'tooth' came off,
Ceramic, pillar, pile and all!
I wonder
when will my replaced knees wear out.
When will all my artifacts come off?
Oftentimes you have said to me
Have a heart!
And I have said,
I do have a heart.
It's not an artefact
It is not just of four chambers.
It's many creases of joy and hurt,
many droplets of pain.
Can't be replaced.
Can be transplanted, though.
This festive season,
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Discount available only till World lasts!
I know you met your love across the rainbow,
I know your love is the sunshine,
I know your love is beautiful
But catch not your breath
In love, and in wonder.
Just smile a bit,
-Whether in joy,
Whether in pain,
Whether in silence,
Whether on song-
For she will be beautiful forever,
And you will be
Breathless in love.
How do you do it, dear friend?
You don't remember the hurt,
You don't remember the pain.
Shubhprabhat
In a truth table, in the 'or' case, one half truth gives you a full truth. However, in the 'and' case, only two half-truths gets a full truth.
But in real life, does two half truths make a full truth?
Shubhprabhat.
A friend wrote:
Lemon Grass in my backyard kitchen. In Punjab it is called Seonkdha. As the plant attracts termites towards it, away from the house.
I wrote back:
I think lemongrass repels termites as opposed to attracting termites. But the effect is the same. It chases away termites and pests. Lot of folks plant it in a way that it is fully grown during the election campaigning season, and for the same reason: to keep the termites and pests away.
Shubhprabhat.
Gutsy wind,
Where are you headed?
There is a high voltage electric fence
At the borders.
The electric shocks?
Are you immune to the pain?
Shubhprabhat.
Bengali poet Jibananada Das wrote this about 75 years ago:
We will meet again after the pandemic,
May we meet after our victory,
We will meet after the virus sleeps,
We will meet on a green morning,
We will meet at the other side of sorrow,
We will meet in a city of joy,
We will meet ahead of the lines of our palm,
We will meet in the morning light,
We will meet when Science wins,
We will meet when we conquer death,
We will meet just like we met before,
May we meet again in a rejuvenated city.
Shubhprabhat
The day after, the day after,
The haze I see
Is not of fog,
Nor of smog,
Perhaps because
I drowned the year,
I drained the dregs,
Still,
Tis not right,
That I am not contrite,
The day after, the day after.
Shubhprabhat
I have learnt
That I can't learn to love,
Love is just there
(In the heart);
That I can't learn to be compassionate,
Compassion is just there
(In the heart)
And the heart is more than
Flesh and blood.
And that's what I learnt
The day after
The pain surged.
Shubhprabhat