Why Fret??

Constantly I am pushed for time,

Never am I able to make it mine.

Worry not fear not, all is fine,

The soul tells me to bid my time.

I find myself always running,

From early morn to late evening.

Work is never ever finishing,

Numerous chores are left lying.

Were from does this voice come?

In my heart it seems to reside.

A voice that commands and soothes,

It seems to be a voice Divine.

It says, all these are immaterial things,

Do your best there is no binding.

Helpful nature is all that’s qualifying,

Praises/ medals you will be discarding.

A desire to stay is inherent in us,

But to stay is never possible, thus.

Perhaps to finish unfinished task,

God gives us a few months gap.

When time comes for you to move on,

The journey you commence will be alone.  

Before anyone knows you will be gone,

Everything will remain as if you’re still home.

Learn your lessons and learn them fast,

Soon time will be to pack up and go at last.

Our near and dear ones will remain just,

To heavenly realms the journey takes us.

renukakkar 23.7.2012

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तुम्हें याद करते

तुम्हें याद करते यूंह वक्त गुज़रा 

इंतजार करते करते हो जाता अँधेरा   

अनमोल पल थे जो तुम संग बीताए    

नहीं भूलेंगे कोई आंधी क्यों न आए  

ज़िन्दगी  की रफ़्तार कभी नहीं थमती  

कोई आए कोई जाए कभी  नहीं थकती 

जीवन सिखाता है वक्त संग बदलना 

यादो को थामें हमें आगे है निकलना 

ऊंचाइयों को छूना है मुक्कदर हमारा 

हासिल करंगे जो साथ है तुम्हारा

renukakkar 12.7.2012

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The Inner Self

Each one of us 
Has a higher self 
A middle and lower self  
As well as an inner self 

The higher self we aspire to be 
The lower self is how far we fall 
The middle self is a mixed ball  
The inner self is really small 

The inner self is a place   
Where Ego does not gel 
A place where there is the you real 
And time is at a stand still 
  
Encased under coverings of Ego 
Is said to be the soul 
The soul is not new but very old 
Having passed stages and evolved 
  
The inner place is peaceful 
 People’s talks here have no value 
 It is you your belief and your values 
That marks your progress spiritual  
  
The place deep inside you 
Somewhere near your heart 
The peacefulness is so great 
Not found in any world's part  
  
We do not realize 
It is what Saints look for 
Throughout live what we all search for 
 Ultimate destination we are destined for 
  
renukakkar4.6.2012 
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Be Aware

Some houses prove to be lucky 
some houses prove to be unlucky. 
It is perhaps not the fault of the house, 
but the soil where it is built has a history. 


I moved into such a house once, 
experienced the unluckiness hence. 
The house caused me health issues, 
I dismissed it as a matter of chance. 
  
My husband's heart conditioned worsened, 
soon to the hospital he was hastened. 
An operation ensured thereafter but 
he did not last long and soon expired.  


 A brother came to live and assist, 
but his stay, the house thought unfit. 
He started having serious health issues, 
and with the hospitals he had a tryst. 


After he left on my insistence 
I was give same treatment preference. 
But i did not stay long there 
and vacated the house with good riddance. 


The house had been built on a graveyard, 
the sleeping souls had been incessantly troubled. 
It was not only bad luck for me and family, 
but others too had unhappy stories told. 


My lessons learned from  my stay there, 
where ever you stay be aware. 
Such a past history of a building, 
will harm you if you do not care. 


renukakkar 25.5.2012 
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An ambulance passes

It is the middle of the night,
the city sleeps and no one is in sight.
However, an ambulance passes, 
with screaming siren and flasing lights.


The old lady down the lane,
had a sudden heart complain.
Her relatives being disturbed,
called the hospital without refrain.


In the rain the ambulance does go,
carrying within a precious cargo.
Loved by her relatives is the elderly,
their sleep they now will forgo.


To her are attached numerous pipes,
caringly her face her son wipes.
Concern written across his face,
he sees life's memories in flashes.  


The hospital comes in sight,
rushed into aura of bright light.
ICCU is where she is taken,
where entire ambiance is in white.


Pipes are again attached,
movements of organs monitored.
for her to breathe properly,
an oxygen mask is also tied. 


Her son while sitting besides her
holding her hand begins to ponder.
Prays for her wellness he promises,
to earnestly devote love and time for her. 


After some time the doctor comes again,
his words lift entire night's strain.
She is out of danger the doctor says,
but under observation will remain.

renukakkar 22.5.2012
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Life of a leaf

The life of a leaf is is strange indeed,
starting from the tree to end as if free.
Summer comes and then it is autumn,
allowing it to fall as if from heaven.

The wind comes and at it blows,
attached loosely, it quickly falls.
Not alone it is but accompanied, 
others are also falling besides it. 

Like a child to his mother is attached,a leaf, 

I was attached to my branch instead. 

Cherished and drawing subsistence, 

I grew to provided shade with help of my brethren. 

Rain, storm and screeching wind i withstood, 

providing shelter as a good tree should. 

As humans age I started to age too 

my colour from green became a golden hue. 

Dry weather made me wrinkled and papery dry 

to fall at the slightest tug I wondered why? 

I had the wisdom of time with me 

like senior citizens in any society. 

A gust of wind came and tugged at me 

to fall or travel where the breeze took me. 

To rest below as a golden leaves carpet, 

or to travel to distant places like a tourist. 

My golden colour facinates children, 

They think the sun in me is hidden. 

Strange toys they make of me, 

Leaf boat, windmill and whistle. 

I am ready to undergo this ordeal indeed, 

as I feel I should be fully utilised. 

When fully used and no longer viable, 

on ground i am thrown to become dust inevitable. 

renukakkar 21.5.2012 

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Life is not always full of melancholy

I sat in my room pondering,

my life's direction I was wondering.

Thinking that life is now quite static,

is it really suppose to be like this?

I rise on the tide of success one day,

promptly falling to the ground later I say.

Sometimes life happily pulls me up, 

throwing me later as if a discarded cup.

Life is never plain sailing and easy,

but life so heartless is indeed a pity.

One struggles through impending doom,

creating happiness in the surrounding gloom.

God gives on one hand without my asking,

taking away something from the other without telling.

My expectations perhaps make me gloomy,

Life is not always full of melancholy.

Just my way of making noise,

calling attention so I can enjoy.

happiness and sadness two sides of a coin.

Like rain comes and then there is sunshine.

renukakkar 4.5.2012

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