Today, when I look back at those bygone 38 years of my
active life (still active, though), I wonder what extra-ordinary have I accomplished. Nothing. It surely was a life, which included a humble childhood, charming
youth, & struggle filled years of working for different corporations, with
more downs than ups. Although, I did taste success, but it was only at couple
them. After working for 16 long years (still working), I realized, a principled
life or specific working style has no or least value in the wildly dark
corporate world.
Moving a bit away from jobs and corporate world; I never
realized during these 38 years that I had a gift of writing poetry. Wonder, whether it was lost, hidden, suppressed, or never exposed.
Maybe it was lack of
time or time was waiting for the right opportunity.
Nevertheless, it was exactly 2 and half years ago; my hidden
muse struck me right through my heart and I started scribbling. Initially with
quotes, stories, and poems/poetry later.
It was only after writing around 250 poems and 30 odd short
stories, I stepped out in the self publishing world with haiku/micro poetry
books - “Maiden Musings Vol. 1 and 2”, Children's short story book – “Once upon
a time...” and recently published “Wings of Freedom; published traditionally
through good friend Brian Wrixon, Burlington, Canada and Blurb Inc., US.
To reach out readers in India, I self-published “Wings of
Freedom; through a POD in India
– Pothi.com owned by Mudranik Technologies Pvt. Ltd., Bengaluru, India.
How can I forget crediting the unending support of readers,
fellow writers, family members, and friends. They mean more to me than my
writing. I am glad that I am in safe pair of hands and all the people, whom I
have known – in-person and online are sent by The Lord above. I will cherish
them beyond eternity.
I truly feel that the journey's just begun...
Am happy to share couple of my personal best poems for you
to read.
1. If me being alive...
If me being alive
doesn’t uplift,
change and grow myself
in any form,
it should stop me
from glorifying,
the day I was born.
If me being alive
isn’t backing
and nurturing fellow beings
in any form,
it should stop me
from exulting on,
the day I was born.
If me being alive
doesn’t support
or stand for a social cause
of any form,
it should stop me
from observing,
the day I was born.
If me being alive
doesn’t help
and serve the nation
in any form,
it should stop me
from celebrating,
the day I was born.
If me being alive
doesn’t comfort
and console the troubled
in any form,
it should stop me
from jubilating,
the day I was born.
If me being alive
doesn’t aid
and assist the needy
in any form,
it should stop me
from enjoying,
the day I was born.
If me being alive
fails to realize,
the blessings of God
in every form,
it should stop me
from moving and,
leave me dead and torn.
2. Out of the woods...
I was loosely roaming
in those dim woods
of solitude...
I collected me, only –
when your gentle steps,
crushed those scattered
leaves of isolation...
I was alone lonely
in those dim woods
of seclusion...
I knew of love, only –
when your lips kissed
away my frozen
tears of dreariness...
I fell mildly asleep
in those dark woods
of loneliness...
I woke-up, only –
when the scent of your love,
vaporized that hovering stink of loneliness...
I went feebly dead
in those unlit woods
of isolation...
I came to life, only –
when your tender touch,
swept away that biting
hide of solitude...
We are livingly alive
in this, still dark woods
of haziness...
We can live, only –
because our hearts,
beat that mysterious
fog of haziness...
Pleased to share links to my poetry books. All these books have been added on Goodreads too.
I hope, you'll enjoy reading my works.
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