BHELPURI THOUGHTS - On Innovation and Enterpreneurship with poems and stories of my times (Paperback edition)

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My Poems published in Parichay Raag (II) in 2010 (in Hindi)

Poem - I am a Poem !

Am I just a poem in my own mind, 
 It recites me all the time, my mind,  
To find out words and new seeds of thought,
It continues to deliver me to the world 
But just as a poem, 
My mind!

Awareness - A Poem

AWARENESS 

Science is concerned with decoding the universe

Religion is concerned with encoding the universe 

Philosophy is concerned with explaining the universe 

Mind is concerned with playing the universe 

Consciousness is concerned with witnessing the universe 

Awareness, however, is ~ Just is ! 

 

Uncluttered Joy of Idealistic Dumbness

UNCLUTTERED JOY OF IDEALISTIC DUMBNESS

THEY EXPLAIN TO ME 

WHAT IS PRACTICAL WISDOM

                                   AND

I POINT OUT THE INFINITE JOY OF

IDEALISTIC DUMBNESS

                                    AND

SOMETIMES THEY JOIN ME

TO LIVE LIFE FOR FEW MOMENTS !

 

Poem in Hindi

Aasma yun bhi hua karta tha, 
Neele sheshey sa khula karta tha; 

Pathron se toot, Muthiyon main band hai, 
Dil khol ke jo roz mila karta tha

Gar aana hi tha saamne, sannaton ko cheer kar, 
 Mujhse woh kyon chupa karta tha; 


Main to khush tha lagaa kar paiband dil par, 
Mere Zakhmon ko kyon chua karta tha; 

An attempted Nazm with English translation

 An Attempted Nazm


Har Lafz mera poochta kyon maine usse banaya; 
Sochta ab tak tha main, lafzon ne mujhe banaya ! 

Yeh Mohabbat bhi ajab, kyon kar isse banaya; 
Mar gaye hum ishq main jab, kissa hume banaya

Pathron ko kaat jab rasta Naya Banaya, 
Soch kar duniya ne bus ek But Mera Banaya

English Translation
Every word of mine asks me why I made it,
Till now I thought, my words only make me


Love is strange, why it was made?,
When we died in love, they made us a folktale

When I made way by cutting through the mountains, 
The world thought about it and just erected a statute of mine

Another Hindi poem and its English translation

English Translation

Let's Watch the Silences

Let's watch the silences without a word, but together. All of us .... 
We should all be there but all silent - no word no thought no reason not even an emotion
... Just silence be there ... 

In all four directions - complete comprehensive deep silence .....
rapidly traversing like the scent from flowers essence ...
reaching each crevice and pore of our hearts ....
beyond any of our thoughts..... 
But inside all of us ... 
Just silence remains -- 
just deep complete silence ....




 ********

By observing silence ... 
We reach beyond our mind potentially ... 
When mind dissolves 
all identities dissolve 
and we find our true nature which is the universe and when I becomes universe there is no observer or observation ... However I must say if I wrote this in 1991 at an age of 25 ... I must not be having much idea of the depth ... I am surprised ....

A poem in Hindi

1990s .... A poem from my diary ...

A small poem from my old diary - in Hindi

A small poem from my old diary

in Hindi

When I will melt

Monday Morning Mooning!

City of Clouds - A Poem

City of Clouds

O' the floating city above my city,
From where the messages of Kalidasa you bring,
Are you the messengers, the doves of love
Or the greying hairs of emerging wisdom,
You bring showers or the smell of hope,
Do you actually carry the yearning of standing alone,
Away from the burning Sun,
You float above, burning your backs,
So the hearts below can uplift themselves
To make to create and to wonder
How will my city travel if it
All is made of clouds...

Stuck in the Crevices of My Heart - a poem

Something, but may not be an Ode to Neruda ...on his birthday (tribute to Pablo Neruda)

Neruda's poem

Stuck in the Crevices of My Heart

I found a note
Written many years ago
Stuck in the crevices of my heart

It was written to you,
completely about you
and for you.

It could have grown,
it could have mingled with the streams of life flowing in my veins,
But it remained stuck in the crevices of my heart.

I can not,
I could not,
I may never
Gather so much of myself
To extract that note written
Many years ago,

Not that I fear
That the thread that binds
my heart and me together
Will shatter as a broken glass,
Smattering the pieces inside and outside me,
If I just remove the note stuck in the crevices of my heart.

I fear that mere removal
Will take you of that time
Away
From me
And I may realize that
I have lived my life as you of that time
Without me of that time -
That went away,
perhaps forever
With you of that time.

Once the word is written - A Poem

Once the word is written

It tears away

from my soul

My eyes

watch it go away

as my heart holds it

not to sway

Yet it leaves its mark

from where it was wrenched away

To be etched on the 

paper

that reduces it to a mere

word -

That just a moment before 

was 

My soul.