My Bro A Puppy Lover

My Bro A Puppy Lover

Born was my brother, five years hence

And since he was born I've never known silence

A cute and serious kid he was

But he is growing up to be quite a boss

Often he is too furious towards people

He retorts in anger, which comes quick and simple.

But if you have see him in his true form

Just catch him with puppies and dogs who often around him like flies swarm

Just give him a dog or a puppy and take a look at his face warm,

That I sometimes think he could start a puppy farm

He shares with them a strange rapport and understanding

And it sometimes seems heart rendering

Cos often he just has to a whistle sound 

And from all around ,dogs of all colors shapes and sizes will him surround

And I see him give them so much love and care

That I often wish that a little of that love  with humans he would share....

Savvy

              

 

Memoirs- Wake up wake up my sleeping heart

Memoirs- Wake up wake up my sleeping heart

Wake up wake up my sleeping heart

Wake up wake up my sleeping heart

Don’t lie back and remember,

Change your track for a new start,

Don’t think of that which has gone into the ember.

Today is there because there was a yesterday,

What is to happen tomorrow let it set in on its own,

So rest your mind awhile don’t let it stray

And what is there today try not to disown.

Today when a new wind has blown afresh,

Don’t think of that windy day,

Leave your heart free to feel a tumult or a crush

And dont give in so easily to the colour of grey.

Have dreams and hopes don’t leave it to another,

Learn to enjoy today as an art of living,

Don’t give in to fuss and bother,

Awake from deep slumber and often keep smiling.

There is so much to do and so little time,

Whatever you do do it with the same old passion,

Cos it’s much more a crime,

To keep your heart in check and ration....

Try living for today and only the moment.

Try to be open to those loving few,

Give more of yourself without a comment

Soon you will have a heart which may never need a mend or a sew….

Savvy

Memoirs - The world lives within you

Memoirs - The world lives within you

The world lives within you


You are what you want to be ,
The world is nowhere but within you.
Say of reason , I can make you see
Then the action you can justify, you can do.

In lonely lanes of sensitivity don’t sit and sulk
Running away from the problem is no solution
Cos only your sorrow and strife increases in bulk
And in frenzy and fear is what you are in your reclusion.


Put out that truly heartwarming smile
Hurt if you are, try hard to hide
And don’t ever those worries in you mind file
And who knows perhaps you may swim the opposing tide

Forget the trifles that flicker your brow
Live in harmony with that living you
Feel that moment and try not to overgrow
And know it comes searching what to you is due.

Don’t blame time for things it has done
Time is full of sweet innocence
It’s what’s in you which matters has gone
So try and build that lost confidence .


Feel free to feel as free as you want to feel
Think totally the way you think is the way to think
Just take care not another’s joy, you do steal
And soon for sure you can get over the brink

Savvy

Memoirs - It’s Only Me

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Memoirs - It’s Only Me

It’s Only Me



When things go wrong in all
Just who is there to break your fall

When you feel things are too bad to say
Just who is there to help you out of the way

When no one is close to you
Just who is there you can turn on to

When no one does care a damn
Just who is there to tell who I am

I wondered in vain
While enduring the pain

I tasted the strength I had kept in bay
To endure life’s unending challenges coming in way

With each lonely moment
Of sheer torment

Knowing it is such a test
To do with it what I think best

It was then I knew to overcome the strife
It’s me I had been waiting for all of my life….

Savvy

Memoirs - Unending hope

Memoirs - Unending hope

Unending hope

Hungry eyes desiccated look
Chapped swollen lips a dry cough
Feverish body accompanies a dazed look
Bony arms that work has made rough.


With empty stomach he wanders far
Walking bare feet on a just laid road of tar
Sweat pores dry up on that sizzling hot day
In the mid summer month of May

Yes you couldn’t guess better
And there is no better word to utter
He is a street child
And that’s putting it mild.

Each day he lives
He searches longingly for someone who gives
Each moments such a torment and pain
As he waits patiently for some endearment in vain.

A time there was when tears rolled down the cheeks
from the corner of his eye.
But all his tears have dried
and there isn’t much left to cry.

All alone I am
He says and whether he lives or dies none give a damn.
He wants no pity or sympathy, just some love and care
But well that’s just too hard to share.

But come what may...
His hope is here to stay

Savvy

Life Is Just A Game!

Life Is Just A Game!

I had no inkling what was in store for me that day, it however was going to make me feel alive and thrilled beyond compare.

It was a normal visit to a park, that too at the insistence and pressure from my ten year old daughter to take her to a new park in the neighborhood that evening, which her friends were talking about. Relenting ,that fine day my husband my daughter and I decided to visit the place that had constantly figured as the sole conversational word in my daughters vocabulary for the last few days .

The place turned out to be a massive jogger’s park with a nice jogging track. It had a neat lovely and well maintained garden in the center for people to stroll and relax in. There were a good number of people in it. Again at my daughters request we all decided to make full use of our visit by having a fast paced walking session with each other for company.

Anushka my daughter was happy and at the start itself she decided on a protruding stone near the starting point which was going to be our finishing point and that whoever reaches it first would be the undisputed winner. My usually grumpy and occupied husband turned out to be sporting enough that day, so we soon began to enjoy ourselves like small children. And I wanted nothing more but to elicit peals of laughter from the dimpled face of my daughter and revel in it.

It was a truly enjoyable experience trying to beat my daughter at her own game; she would run a bit instead of walking and try to reach faster than us to the finishing stone.

Anyways time flew and soon we were done with about six laps of the huge track and were all warmed up nicely.

While walking around the track there was one sight which caught my eyes. It was of a few men playing volleyball at the net ,you see,the place also had a volleyball court on one side of the garden. So every time I would reach the bend I would keep checking them out. I used to be a player may be around twenty odd solar cycles back at school and college, but then lost touch with the game totally over the years.Oh! How I longed to be there playing my favorite game. A time there was in my life , that I would think nothing but of playing volleyball for the rest of my life, I had even toyed with the idea of going to play professionally a long time back….But well that’s another story! So coming back to where we were, I kept on watching the players practicing at the net hard. They seemed professional in their approach and boy were they tall! They were almost towering at the net. Their game was enjoyable to say the least, the spiking the defending and the strategies however I was itching to have a go at it.

So after walking we all settled at a spot near the court to watch their game. I enthusiastically told my daughter everything I knew about the game, the rules etc.as I was waxing eloquent on my favorite sport my husband who had silently noticing my enthusiasm for the game prodded me to go and ask them if I could play with them too. At first I was hesitant but my daughter also goaded as she had never seen me playing, and

I decided to have a go at it. I politely went up to the players with my request for some practice. They looked at me and at each other grinning probably as a woman requesting them for a some volleyball practice was a little way off their usual scheme of things.

Sure enough I was on and playing much to the delight of my daughter who watched me with new eyes. I too enjoyed my self and was so immersed in the game to notice the beetroot and brinjal color bruises my arms received from playing after such a long time... it hardly mattered, as I was having such an exhilarating time. My heart soared hearing my daughter cheer for me ,guess it pays for mothers to know some sport with which they could bond with their children, a role which has so typically been a males domain. The joy of sharing your knowledge and passion with your child is unparalleled.

Of course the fact that my partner compelling me to join and play, as without his insistence I probably would have just watched from the sidelines like we usually do and drove back home without connecting with the game. From that day on I regularly go to the park with my daughter much to her delight whenever possible.

My daughter is loving the game and insists on taking some practice from me,and by the way the players I practiced with did turn out to be professionals players of the railways team and they were in awe to know that though I hadn’t played for a very long time of over two decades and more, I had not lost touch with the game . They asked me to join them whenever I wanted to.

That day the unbridled contentment and thrill of playing and once again connecting with my favorite sport will stay with me for a long time indeed!

The best part of it all is that not only that nowadays I spend my evenings with my daughter doing what I thoroughly enjoy, I also see my daughter in a new light enjoying herself jogging at the track .And well I almost forgot to mention that we smile and laugh more often now. Life is after all just a game …..

Savvy Raj