Your match lit a thousand candles

 

Your match lit a thousand candles,

You burnt your fingers so,

And when the candles did peter out,

Their faces was still aglow.

My sand castles are standing tall

 

The sand castles that I built

Are still standing tall.

Time couldn't wash them away,

Nor waves could either,

Little children on the beach

Should have trampled them by now.

Yet they are standing tall:

Wonder when they will fall?

Will they become monuments of love?

Or, become ruins of  love?

Fridays start the weekend

 

Fridays start the weekend,

And, Tuesdays are all wet.

We have forsaken the Old Monk,

And Glenfiddich is our pet.

You can see we've made progress,

From the last time we met.

Sparsh has the Midas touch

 

In continuation with:  https://hunterfiftyfour.blogspot.com/2022/11/sparsh-has-sparshed-aka-touched-our.html

Sparsh has the Midas touch,

It gives me pension and arrear,

For my long military career,

Sparsh has the Midas touch

If you die,

It says thank you very much,

If you are alive,

It says,

Life without life certificate,

Isn't so much.

Stopping pension, as such.

Where have all the flowers gone? Kendriya Vidyalaya, Lohegaon, Pune

 

This absolute gem of a video is of Kendriya Vidyalaya, Pune. This was the school's heart and soul before it moved to its new location in 1978. The video is uploaded here with the permission of Amar Samra and Umesh Patni, ex-students of KV, Pune, the makers of the video.

Amar Samra later passed out from  my school, Kendriya Vidyalaya, Chandigarh.

Churn within

There is a misty turn ahead,

That promises to take me to you,

There is an aching churn within,

That the mist clears, the day is true. 

Needles of the clock have gone weary

 

The needles of the clock

Have gone weary,

Going round and round,

They wonder,

Why the earth goes spinning,

And they have to keep up.

Why wouldn't the earth stop

It's rounds,

When it is still spring?

Why wouldn't the earth stop

It's spin,

When it is still day?

Everything fell into place

 

Then, everything fell into place,

We even fell in love,

And we kept falling,

And falling.

The Company

 

I received this guruvaar's guru gyan today:

Not if the Company is Microsoft, I reflected. I'm told, it's laying off thousands as of today.

 

I noticed the initial capitals in the word, 'Company' and said to myself, 'What a profound statement!'

Sometimes a lifetime is a moment,

 

Sometimes each moment is a lifetime,

Sometimes a lifetime is a moment,

Some moments you are present,

Some moments you are not.

I be merry as the day is long

When the half moon hangs high

In the sky,

Much after dawn,

When the sun demurs to drop

into the ocean,

Even after dusk,

I know that the Universe

Is conspiring,

That I be merry,

As the day is long. 

Whiff of you

 

The spaces of that day,

Remained filled

With a whiff of you,

And the night

That came thereafter,

Drew me on and on and on

To a dream, that is you,

To a will o' the wisp.

Happy Lohri!

 

Worst of the virus times are over. So time for us to sing this ditty again. 

(With apologies to Makhanlal Chaturvedi)

Moongphali ke chhilke ki abhilasha:

Chah nahin hai bar ke pas waali dustbin mein phenka jaun.

(aur khud hi mast ho jaun)

Chah nahin hai plastic wali dherh mein phenka jaun.

(aur pollution ko barhaun)

Mujko tum van maali us aag mein dena phenk,

Lohri ke irdh-girdh jahan mastane naache anek.

Happy Lohri!

Like a stiletto in the heart

Do I have a chance

To shake your hands,

To say goodbye?

In this searing pain,

In this sleeting rain,

Of salty tears,

Of real

And unfounded fears,

Where does the world end?

Is there a bend

On this path,

Where love twists and turns

In mindless wrath,

Like a stiletto in the heart?

That I may part.

 

Musical chairs

Musical chairs

Has music for the chairs,

And the ears.

No music for the heart,

Nor for the soul.

As I go round and round,

In search of a chair,

Keeping my ears cocked

For the music to start,

And to stop,

And people and chairs

Get flung away

As extracts,

In a centrifugal machine.

I reach the top of the pyramid.

Meanwhile the droning music

Has stopped,

Forever,

My heart and soul

Has been bruised,

Forever. 

Whose world will it be?

When we have saved all the tigers

In the forests,

And all the forests

On this earth,

When we have saved all the whales

In the oceans,

And all the bees and bugs

In the fields,

When we have stopped all the permafrost

From melting,

When we have cooled the earth

Per all the resolutions,

Whose world will it be? 

The stars hang out

 

The stars hang out

In the Milky way,

Drinking ambrosial nectar,

The blackholes stood outside,

Like some lonely spectre.

The Innkeeper would,

Allow the invisible not,

Nor folks with insatiable hunger,

Of matter.

No matter!

Luckily, my luck ran out

 

At the end,

Luckily, my luck ran out.

It was bad luck, of course.

How I would,

That my luck had run out,

At the beginning!

What love you hide

 

What love you hide,

That yet I feel!

What tears you blink,

That yet I reel!

वो आज भी करीब है

वो साल, बीस बाईस साल की थी,

यह साल नहीं अजीब है।

वो कल भी पास पास था,

वो आज भी करीब है ।