My poems and you

My poems lay
Scattered in your pathway
Hoping that you will do this
Pick them up and kiss
And then they would fly
Turn into stars and occupy the sky

My words look at you
They want to mean to you
All that is to be told
Coz when I face you
My feet become cold
The metaphors want you to know
That you are you
And comparisons fail miserably
To describe you

My pen always
Sketches a picture of you
Says you are needed
For the thoughts to flow
Oh dear! do you know
Of my poetry
You are the charm , glitter and glow

(Uttam’s pen)

(Be)longings

Let me retire to my belongings
And stay away from stray longings
For the abundance of everything I have
For the impermanence of anything I aquire
To avoid the scars of unfulfillment
Let me dissolve the mountains of desire
Into the calmness of lake
For the mind’s sake
Let me balance
Let me be in equilibrium with my surroundings
Let me celebrate everything that I have
Not look for replacements
That would cause displacements
Let me attain a state
Where ‘with’ and ‘without’ mean the same
Let me settle for my worth

(Uttam’s pen)

Nature

On the pathways of ALTTC campus
I met some peacocks
A few myanas
And cranes flying around
And many birds
That only an ornithologist can identify
And the chirping chimes
Melody beyond description
Squirrels playing around like kids
Honeybees collecting their stock
Butterflies flapping the wings
The flora on both sides of the road
Making me feel that I am a Navaab
Proceeding towards the throne

(Uttam’s pen)

Live until I die

“Deep down under the sea”,

Told me an Eel blenny

“There are colors so many”

“From high above the cloud”,

Told me a bird so loud

“You are loved”

“Right here on this earth”,

Asked me a dove from Perth

“For whom have you taken birth?”

The sky told me, “Your heart is broad”

The sea said, “You are so profound”

Air reminded that I was alive

The soil cautioned, “You will die”

The wind added, “Your soul will fly”

And that is why,

I want to live until I die

I want to spread smiles

I want to heal wounds

And I want to win ‘me’

Before I conquer ‘thee’

(Uttam’s pen)

Smile :-)


 

 

 

Just withstand the freight of the night

See ahead there is light

Don’t be sad for the minute that wasn’t alright

Cause a minute is waiting to approach with delight

In a smiley-loaded flight

 

Don’t worry and have wrinkles

You can smile and have dimples,

Let the smile infect contagiously,

Face life courageously,

No curve is as elegant as a smile,

No face is graceful without a smile

 

Make your face a nest of a birdie smile,

Give its eggs the warmth of love,

See that the birdies will multiply,

Then they will fly,

From your cheeks to other faces,

To build nests again with divine laces

 

(Uttam’s pen, 24.12.2010)

 

Photo Courtesy: Ryan Brenizer (Flickr.com)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

Beauty


 

 

Beauty is not fairness, the glowing skin
Beauty is fairness, the quality of a king

Beauty is not the green eyes
Beauty is the soothing ice

Beauty is not the rosy lips
Beauty is the blossoming tulips

Beauty is not the curvicular eyebrows
It’s the colors of rainbows

Beauty is not what is on the chest
Beauty is that inside the breast
That is the heart…
A heart that can dream….a better tomorrow
A heart that can feel…..the other’s sorrow
A heart that can withstand … the pain of the self
And a heart that can understand……….

 

(Genuinely Uttam’s)

The Magic Of Amboli

  Taste of Ecstasy!!

 

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In smoky foggy Amboli*

Rain God had his Monopoly

Why would you distrust me?

I am a stranger to hyperbole!!

 

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The blazing sun went on a ride

Behind the clouds did he hide?

Couldn’t glimpse him through the day…

Couldn’t even find a glittering ray

 

Never was the sky so beneath                

 Felt the wind with staggering teeth

Soaring with my feet on the ground

With lovely pals around

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And the wayward nature

Determined to make me wetter

Nowhere so cool

Never so better

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How can I disregard those little monkeys?

Staring at us zooming in

Ancestral inheritance came alive

I was no more a human but their cousin

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They were saner than us and wiser than we

Watching the things silently

But the so-called thinkers losing sanity

Jumping at will impatiently

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With the unclear greenery and invisible valley

Down the road we performed a ballet

With the dark choreo in the middle

We seemed to oscillate in the cradle

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Thank you sun for your absence

We could be timid in your presence

Made its mark the intense fantasy

How can I portray this taste of ecstasy?

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When I told the tale and coughed a bit

Mom said,” You are careless, accept it.”

How would you know the pleasure in it

I sprinkled some water and said “Enjoy it!”

 

(Genuinely Uttam’s)

 

Amboli is a hill station near Belgaum, Karnataka

 This Poem is a Nostalgic recollection of the euphoria experienced during a visit to the place when we were in Final Year B.E

(Thanks to Basu Somawagol for the snaps)

Because It’s love that all I have..

 


I may not be the best, because I can be better

I may not be the Romeo, but I am a lover!

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I may not have touched the glory of success..

I may not have fortunes in excess..

I may not be a winner, but I am a fighter!!

 

I may not bring u the moon if u desire..

I may not fill your hands with stars, if u aspire..

I may not be the Sun, but I can make your life brighter!!

 

I may not give you a golden attire..

I may not give you the gizmo of desire..

I may not afford the lenses of contact.. But I can keep ur tears intact..

 

I want u to smile always..

Keep you happy in all my ways..

I may not have the means to do it .. but I mean to do it..

 

I can do many things for you.. kiss or cry

I can do anything for you.. live or die

But I may not have you at all, because It’s love that all I have..

…. Because It’s love that all I have..

 

(Genuinely Uttam’s)

 

              Poet’s comments:

              Through this poem I try to show-case the futility of the richness of a poor man’s heart. “I” here is not necessarily me.

Submit Yourself

 

Submit yourself to my charm

I will make your soul warm

Admit yourself to my school of thought

I will let know all lessons the life taught

You are soil; I will turn you into a statue

I will beautify you with love and virtue

Come along I am longing for you

Oh Comrade, I belong to you.

(Genuinely Uttam’s)