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Giti Tyagi Poem
RAJARAM RAMACHANDRAN, YOU WILL BE MISSED FOREVER
You’ve left a legacy, a treasure to cherish,
The words of wisdom, the priceless pearls,
Each letter embedded with love and care,
For all the fellow beings, the loving souls!
Spreading cheer abound, filling hearts with joy,
The depth of the ocean delving deep in purity, wisdom,
A seeker of truth, a philosopher, a thinker,
The highest realms of the consciousness, pinnacles reached!
The scriptures enlivened, the epics mastered,
The Ramayana, The Mahabharata, The Holy Bible, The Krishna Leela,
Blessings showered from the Divine, the Grace,
Offering the poetry at the Lotus feet of the Lord!
The greatest humans, the purest souls,
Revered, honoured in your words galore,
Gautama Buddha, Harichandra, Adi Sankara, Saint Thyagaraja,
Swami Vivekananda, Mother Teresa, Saint Bernadette Sobirous!
A master of letters with expertise, finesse,
A devotee of Krishna, the mellifluous tunes that you sung,
From the depth of your heart, from the core of your soul,
Shedding off all darkness, dissipating ignorance!
You taught me to live the life to the fullest,
With the brightest smiles sparkling on the way,
The life lessons learnt, the messages spread,
The guidance, the compassion illuminating all!
As a shimmering candle, your aura shines,
A sudden bliss, a gleaming hope,
A modest, humble self-effacing guide,
Enlightening the path, unfurling tranquil peace!
My heart refutes, the mind repels,
The cruel death snatches the mortal being,
Your memories I treasure to reminisce and cherish,
Your words my companion in the journey of life!
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THE FLYING SCOTSMAN
In the suburbs of Scotland, a star was shone,
The humblest being the nature’s child,
Dared to dream the strangest dreams,
Sailing the ship through the wildest storms!
The determined will, the hurdles though aplenty,
The childhood seemed as an ordeal, an everyday battle that he fought,
The little child courageously suffered the harshest blows,
Emotions accompanied the tears that flow!
Hid himself in the closets, or the corners of his room,
Away from the torments, the piercing arrows,
Couldn’t escape the fear instilled in the deepest core of his heart,
By those who incessantly tortured the little mind!
The fear that led him to delve deep within,
As a tortoise in a shell, he learnt to live with his loneliness,
Aloof, alone, the silent quarters of his mind,
Wherein dwelled the shy introvert yet iron-willed Obree!
A man of few words, keeping mostly to himself,
The churning thoughts raising a storm inside,
Long trips to the mountains, pedaling all the way,
The only solace, his escape from the cruel real world!
The fantasy that he lived to fulfill at last,
Became his dream, with every breath that he took,
Each moment that he lived, dedicated to the goal,
The enthusiasm, the zeal, the fervor to break the World Record!
The records that he wished to break some day,
And make some new ones to be cherished forever,
Nothing less than a World Record was always on his mind,
But, how on Earth would he achieve it, pondered his friends!
And look, what he built from the washing machine parts,
A cycling bike with an extra mileage, swift and strong,
What a beauty his beloved bike certainly was!
The charming, lovely, awesome, his ‘Old Faithful’ bike!
And as a faithful friend, he entrusted his victory, his name,
As he rode broke the World Records, not once but twice,
Not a bed of roses, nor a piece of cake,
His path was laid with the thorns that pricked!
Numerous attempts to demoralize, dishearten him,
At times the rules changed in the nick of time,
To disqualify his ‘Old Faithful’, debarring him from the events,
But the modest, humble Obree stood strong!
The heartless world finally lost, all efforts exhausted,
To downheart, to dispirit him, to shatter his confidence,
Overcoming depression, he talked out Mental Health issues aloud,
A selfless being, surpassing impediments, reached the summits high!
Hail the Great Graeme Obree- THE FLYING SCOTSMAN!!!
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TROJAN HORSE
A decade long battle left them exhausted,
Squeezing mettle, dusky vigour fading,
Tired warriors, planning failing,
Dejected lay the war songs ashore!
Wisest of the mighty Greeks,
Amidst the crisis, Odysseus smiled,
The perplexed troops his voice then heard,
‘Retreat shall we all, to Greece we return!’
‘Thou shall follow,’ as they were taught,
None dared to question the mighty Odysseus,
Faith or fear, the reasons aplenty,
‘Surrender? Shall we not better die?’
The smiles then widened, gleaming eyes,
Infectious as they are better known,
The smiles to grins to laughter turned,
Spreading cheer among the Greeks!
Fewer words, glances spoke,
Turning heads to the thunderous roar,
‘There comes, my friends, the parting gift,
As we, the Greeks, soon shall be home!’
To the Trojans was a messenger sent,
Hoping for ceasefire, peace at both ends,
Full throttle preparations to leave the Trojan land,
Boarding ships, dropping sails!
Behind they left a gift of love,
Friendship cordial, they meant to betray,
The fortress gate when opened wide,
An abrupt halt to the jubilant furore!
From Cornel tree grove a masterpiece carved,
A giant hollow wooden horse,
Touching the skies, to Heaven bound,
Stood there a horse with a Divine touch!
Mindlessly the Trojans held the reins to steer,
Giving the enemy’s gift an easy passage into Troy,
Ignoring the words thus spoken by,
Two wisest priests of the kingdom that lived!
Cassandra, Laocoon warned of consequences dire,
If the Horse was not burnt with effect immediate,
‘Trust not the Horse, O Trojans, whatever it is,
I fear the enemy even bearing gifts!’
Resulting in the execution of both,
For the truth they spoke, their unflinching views,
Success when enveils, enmasks the mind,
Obscured and vague, the humans act!
Nightfall brought in their destiny adverse,
Opening the city gates, Odysseus let the Greeks creep in
Therein burnt the mighty kingdom,
Helpless, defeated, once unconquered Troy thus fell!
The quiet witness stood there stock-still,
The giant hollow wooden Trojan Horse!
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HOPE
Across the waters,
Anchor steers humankind,
A gleaming hope!
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He’s just six and a bubbling beauty
The love that he showers on his siblings abound
Filling his world with the charms and the dreams
Yet prefers to maintain a distance from those around!
He invents and creates the toys of his own
Takes the wheels of the monster truck
And fixes them under the little car that he loves
A newer version of the never before seen vehicle!
His games may seem a little off-beat to you
But his mind’s always occupied and on the move
His imagination surpasses that of all the adults
Not once does he feel discouraged by their discontent!
For he continues to build a ramp for his cars
However hard you may try not to pay heed
To his creative inventions, yet you finally would be proud
For he’s only six and his success shines in his smiles!
You may not help him find the cardboard
Or to help him fix the two ends with the glue
He still would persist until the work is done
And then his face gleams on the successful attempt!
Never would you see him cry out loud
For the broken toys or the worn out clothes
He’s always on to something newer and fresher
And none could hold him back from achieving his goals!
His goals are some little tiny dreams to achieve
And to quietly sit and work on the wheels
Most of which are cross-connected to the cars
To whom they certainly would never belong!
The skates that he rides on and falls down never
This skill would astonish you but you might fail to see
The precision and the confidence that in his skating he presents
For he’s often a quiet and a child with words few!
His teachers might complain for he participates in none
Of the class activities and refrains from the play
That his classmates might love to play non-stop
Watching from a distance he prefers to be quiet!
It’s a social world, you might think
How will he survive, you might fear
But the skills that he possesses and the intellect that is shown
In his quiet persona are enough to sustain!
The greatest men and the highest achievers
Were not always those who spoke out loud
Rather the ones who’d in a corner sit
And be the silent part of the maddening crowd!
Panic not, nor label him ‘Shy’
He’s a star with an aura of his own
What’s an ‘Introvert’ or an ‘Extrovert’ got to do
With the happiness, the bliss in the life well-lived!
These are the labels that would do more harm than good
To the little inquisitive creative mind
Pressurize him not with your expectations galore
For’s he’s got his own dreams in his little tiny sparkling eyes!
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ABHIMANYU IN CHAKRAVYUH
A serene tranquil aura of Subhadra’s son,
Possessing Arjuna’s valour and virtues abound;
Lord Krishna’s blessings armouring shielding him,
Calm placid lionhearted Abhimanyu!
Adept in warfare second to none,
Dauntless unflinching a paramount warrior;
Acclaimed applauded for his heroic deeds,
A defender of harmony, an apostle of peace!
Righteous conduct dignified persona,
Nobility of character elevated soul;
Unperturbed temperament reposed self,
In times of peace and war alike!
When confronting astute canny skilful adversary,
An enemy cleverly contriving a circular array, the Labyrinth;
Challenging the warrior fearless mettlesome,
Conspiring conjointly attacking concomitantly!
Fought like a lion in the unjust combat,
Charging pouncing showering arrows,
As a mountain stood the fighter till the end,
Concurrently striking in enclosed Chakravyuh!
The rival’s wrongful unfair acts exposed,
The pride, the arrogance shattered to the ground;
Jointly and severely seven fought one,
Flouting all rules of warfare at once!
High spirited Abhimanyu dashed them down,
Until to the point when he fell to the ground;
Arose then again as the tides rise high,
The broken wheel of the chariot his armour new!
Simultaneous hurling continued though,
Thence fell the lion roaring through;
Unmasking the humans’ immoral deeds,
Unveiling the pride-smitten arrogant beings!
Infringement of rules, inhuman conduct,
Brutal callous acts in the war;
Humbling humanity, heads shamefully hung,
Abhimanyu’s death, the downfall of humankind!
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THE NATURE’S CHILD!
Defying fate, freedom denied,
Confined within the four-walled cage,
Safeguarded from the Autumn wind and sun,
Shining bright beyond my reach!
The scriptures decide the societal pace,
The learned men clench the reins,
At the altar of the parochial world,
The dreams, the desires crucified!
No escorts nor playmates, orphaned by fate,
The body fragile, organs at loggerheads,
Hoping against the faintest hope,
Shielding from the out of doors!
The only solace, the window open,
Glimpsing briefly the beauty unknown,
The tails-up squirrels picking the broken lentils
With their wee hands, crunching munching!
Wish I were a squirrel small,
Lovely wouldn’t it be,
Let me go about and out,
The book-learned doctor knows not a thing!
This toiling moiling at the books,
Having eyes for nothing else,
I would rather be in the nature,
And see everything that there is!
See that faraway hill I often wish to go beyond,
Because the earth can’t speak a word,
It raises its hands into the sky,
And beckons in the form of a hill!
Farther shall I tread the path,
To where the water flows under the fig tree,
Then soak my gram-four, moisten it,
Relish, crossing the bubbling stream!
My face is pale, dark rings around,
Veins stick out from my poor thin hands,
The physical weak, the vital’s strong,
One day I’ll go marching around!
Time’s not yet come,
Or has it gone by,
Time waits for none,
But forever goes on!
I wish to fly with time to that land,
Of which no one knows,
One greater force, the greatest of all,
Comes and smoothly lets us free!
Picking flowers from the topmost branch,
Barging into the densest forest,
Where the honey sipping humming bird rocks,
I shall blossom into a champa!
To the Parrot’s Isle, the haunt of the birds,
Glorious land by some sea among the glowing hills,
Like molten diamonds, the waterfalls sing,
How I wish I were a bird perched up high!
The disappearing pain, the twinkling stars,
The King’s postman down the hillside climbs,
Reaching to the open meadow among the chirping crickets,
I feel him coming nearer and nearer!
I’ll ask the King for the polar star,
I’ll ask Him to make me His postman,
I shall then wander far and wide,
Delivering His message from door to door!
Blow out the light,
Let the starlight stream in,
Sit by my pillow, I’m dropping asleep,
Blow out the oil-lamp…Hush….I sleep!
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THE VICTORY OF HUMANKIND!
Heights great achieved progress abound,
To the skies’ stretch, to the oceans’ depth;
Not a speck undiscovered, conquered all
Of the unending expansive cosmos vast!
Shivering quivering beings all,
At the mere mention of a creature small;
Reveled in pride at the terror instilled,
Convulsed the peaceful tranquil harmony!
Resentment annoyance displeasure around,
Tolerance compassion long bygone;
Triumphant victorious yet vanquished by thy own kind,
Is this the success coveted by man!
No quashing nor suppressing earthlings all,
But endearing tender affectionate love;
Empathizing sympathizing, establishing compassionate bond,
Leading thus to The Victory Of Humankind!
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PADDLE YOUR OWN CANOE
Stand tall, raise high, blame not thy lot,
Tread path swift, find faults naught;
Decisions tough, impediments bountiful, solution yet to be taught,
On crossroads held, crisscross paths, life distraught!
Hold your ground yet firmly tread,
Not a cake walk though, life’s hostile instead;
Exhibit valour, let spirits soar overhead,
Vanquish hurdles, flaunt thy smile, joyous tranquility spread!
Befogged vision, life seems tangled,
Heartbroken defeated when dreams sometimes mangled;
With courage, steadfastness life no more wrangled,
Sing to the tunes of the chiming bells jangled!
Choicest blessings the Divine shall bestow,
If and only if you paddle your own canoe!
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HURDLES
Spiraling around the mountains hefty,
Humming, singing songs so sweet;
Touching softly pebbles underneath,
Lo, there’s a brook, pure and swift!
Not for once it stopped, not awhile,
Not for a moment focus it lost;
Danced and curled, hopped and curved,
Down in the plains, quenched the thirst!
A life without the thorns, imagine if you can,
Possibly what would it exactly be like;
No lessons, no progress, no enlightenment,
Without a Guru as a learner lost!
The way the Divine keeps us on the path,
Patience, strength, virtues develop;
Resistance, anger, natural reactions are
Impeding the progress, delaying the success!
Resent not, for they appear
To brighten up the path, to enlighten up the soul;
Companions trustworthy never do they fail,
In creating an environment conducive to change!
For the success, the progress, thank the impediments,
For they are the ones that hold you strong;
With the will, the power, let the race be won,
Quit not betwixt, vanquish the Hurdles!
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