Why am I here?

Sometimes sitting in a thoughtful mood,
I ask myself my purpose here,
Searching within for an answer good,
the reply of which is not very clear.

When i sit in a thoughtful mood,
I ask again who am I?
Searching within for an answer good,
i get an amazing reply.

Then i ask pondering over my life,
wanting to know what lies ahead.
Looking within there is always strife,
between the self good and bad.

I still ponder about my fate.
and the answer I get from within me,
You have time and so wait,
future unfolds slowly to be.

Then I think about trying situations,
wondering why it was always me.
We are but prisoners of our actions,
that culminate in us facing tragedy.

As I continue to meditate more,
understanding of giving of different stuff.
Anyone can give of materials things and score,
the real giver* is one who gives of himself.

I continue to ask within and pray,
why I came here and where will I go?
The answer comes as a flashing ray,
giving me glimpses of what l should do.

Suddenly everything becomes very clear,
my time here will be done one day.
With clarity I see the ending and hear,
leaving the body my soul will fly away.

I am just passing time here learning,
lessons that I did not properly learn.
After my lessons are learnt of giving,
my soul to stars and heaven will return.

* The chapter of  ’giving’ in the book, ‘The Prophet’ written by Khalil Gibran

renukakkar 20.03.2011
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A warning by Mother Earth

To our environment we are interlinked,

through food chain to mother earth and beyond.

Exploiting nature and not putting back,

depleted earth has paid us back.

With more vengeance we see nature's wraith,

Earthquakes and Tsunami and flash floods cometh.

A glimpse of the future we are shown,

to make amends is a chance given.

All pay Mother Earth  a lip service,

driven by greed we take from her resources.

Tampering earth in this part of the world,

a resounding slap is given  by her around the globe.

Our flora and fauna  have been  exploited,

advancing deserts  have been  created.

A hole in the ozone layer pollution has made,

the greed of the rich nations when will it fade.

The third world cries for  payment by polluters, 

the maximum noise is made by exploiters.

How long will they be safe from natures fury,

Global warming and flash floods are occurring surely.

Nuclear disasters are new additions,

maiming, mutilating coming generations.

Not only in war but due to calamities,

these accidents occur now in regularities.

Stop mutilating the earth please do, 

a warning that it will come back to pay you.

Let us amend our ways of living to be true,

and observe environment conservation for sure.

Reflect to 1973 the first environment days celebrations,

and subsequent ones where all nations made various slogans.

We need to abide and preserve for our future generations

they will not forgive us for our lackadaisical  commitments.

renukakkar  17.3.2011

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A catastrophe in Japan

Nature again shows its anger,
making the entire world tremble.
Throwing out the ocean in anger,
covering its path islands and islanders.

Waves as high as a tallest building,
cars and houses in its sway it is carrying.
A catastrophe for a small nation,
fires and blasts are the culmination.

We as humans can only stand and watch,
offering prayers for those caught in the aftermath.
Governments move to give help in cash and kind,
the nuclear dust floating around the world they mind.

All awaken to the terror of the nature's fury,
realizing that we are but like leaves very puny.
My heart filled prayers go to those facing the onslaught,
a second disaster for them after the nuclear holocaust.

renukakkar 15.3.2011
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A new world of love

A new world is being spun for you and me,
a new invisible bond is being created you can see.
Pulling me towards a future I do not know,
fearing barbs of society I cautiously go.

My soul is pulled with an invisible thread,
such bonds like this are to last it is said.
Two lonely persons we are surely,
destiny brought us together truly.

A monopoly on love youngsters claim,
late stage love a hogwash they proclaim.
It is their birthright youngsters shout,
Cupid can strike anyone without a doubt.

True love is self sacrificing and understanding,
loved one being placed in glow of unconditional loving.
A prayer in the heart for the well being of the other,
no matter at what cost to the individual seeker.

True love is for those with hearts of gold,
it is not at all reckless like the love stories of old.
That is what in my heart I seek for you,
us coming together is secondary it is true.

Life’s journey we shall face together,
Taking joint decisions on our remaining future.
Though love came to us in the autumn of our lives,
inwardly we know that it will truly survive.

Set in our ways we are for sure,
but love makes us want to live as before.
Together we have made our plans,
let’s see what God for us ordains.

renukakkar 6.3.2011

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Love hurts

Love isn’t a decision we make,

it’s a feeling that itself stakes.

Rising from the heart’s core,

unresting till it finds it is secure…

You walked into my life like fresh air ,

without my knowing you became so dear.

My thoughts are with you all day,

from waking up till i sleep away..

i have started seeing you in my dreams too,

scenes of how we first met each other so.

My heart starts to pound away in anticipation.

i dread to think it as my imagination.

I love you so much that it hurts,

I don’t know how to describe all in words.

I’d like you to see the love in my eyes for you,

as I’d want want to see love reflected from yours.

renukakkar 3.3.2011
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A memory of childhood

I remember vividly my childhood days,
how I enjoying the two months summer vacations days.
To escape the scorching heat we'd pack our stuff,
from delhi and bombay we'd catch the plane, train and bus.

Tired and wilted into the cool valley we arrived,
there in the hillside my paternal grand parents lived.
Water there like bottled water from the fridge's snow,
all around us natural clean air would blow.

We would play all day without any restrictions,
kanalpathari or to baghsu we would go with aspiration.
Programmes for pic-nic we would make and set off on foot,
the flowing water was blocked with a slate for mangoes to cool..

Our bedding would be in the courtyard of grandparents house,
the cool breeze would provide a mother's lap and the stars showering guiding from above.
Grandmother would tell strange stories,
of fairies and u.f.o's would be these stories.

Now there is no grandfather or grandmother and we grow old too,
but even now I go to those cool vallies.
My children accompany me during their excurtations,
I take them along with me to their maternal grandmothers residence.
renukakkar 26,02.2011
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एक याद बचपन की

याद हमें आती हैं बचपन के दिनों की, 

दो महीने की छुट्टियो को बीताने के दिनों की. 

तपती गर्मीयो के दिनों में सब भागते, 

दिल्ली मुंबई से पलेन, ट्रेन और बस पकड़ते. 

थके और मुरझाऐ ठंडी वादियों में पहुंचते, 

जहाँ रहते थे दादा दादी हमारे. 

वहां का पानी जैसे फ्रिज में रखखी बिसलेरी. 

चारो तरफ प्राकृतिक हवा थी चलती. 

बिना रोक टोक सारा दिन हम उधम मचाते, 

कभी कनालपत्थरी तो कभी भाग्सू हम जाते. 

पिक-निक की योजना बनाकर पैदल ही चलते, 

झर्ने के पानी में सलेट लगा आम ठन्डे थे करते. 

रात को बिच्छोनें लगते थे आंगन में, 

तारों के नीचे शुद्ध और ठंडी वायु की गोद में. 

दादी सुनाती थी अजब कहानियाँ, 

पारियों तथा यु अफ औ की कहानियाँ. 

न दादा न दादी रहे और न रहे बच्चे हम, 

परन्तु अब भी जाते हैं ठंडी वादियों में हम. 

गर्मी की छुट्टियों में अपने बच्चों को लेकर, 

जाते हैं हम अब बच्चों की नानी के घर. 

रेनू कक्कर 26.2.2011