Walking by the river, living through this "life"

When I asked them, they said they know their belongingness,
But they said they don't know the everyday passers by,
Millions pass by everyday, carrying whatever is and was theirs,
One tells the story of how the flowing water in it never returns,
And how it calls it "time" in the other "life", which never looks back,

As I continue talking, they say you cannot hold both of us,
None of us stops, none can hold us, not her "flow" not her "time",
They talk about how they remain calm, get enraged, smile,
They swell, they go dry under the varying rainy and sunny days

No birth, no death, no arrival, no departure can lead them to an end,
They grow from self, they never end, they just find an alternate way,
They mother several lives, within the span of one of theirs,
They are worshipped, enjoyed and watched through all their terrains,

As I keep the conversation flow, I realize "my" life moving through,
I realize the flow of time in life and that of water in the river,
It has been witnessed centuries before and will be for centuries ahead,
Like the rivers flow with no returns, time and life will never have a return :)

"Maple" Talks

Its been almost 3 years I wrote something here, trying to give some life to "Quintessential Aastha" because that's quintessentially me !

So here's a some talks I had with the Maples lying on my way ;)

There lay these maples on my path, narrating the tens of stories of the feet that just stepped over it, 
They tell about their summer cheers, when they collected colors of passers by and witnessed chirps around, 
The weight of the lives, how it made them fall, after holding on for long and how these lives then escaped hiding from the autumn winds,
Oh ! these conversations may be same everyday but they have new shades to them,or may more of them lay in the path everyday,   
There is a way they made they say, a way for new tiny greens to bloom when the smiles will bloom on faces of walking souls sidelining winter chills
Oh yeah ! It is beautiful it is as beautiful as the arrival of spring as enchanting as the bells of Christmas melting the frozen winters. 

Just it’s Everyday

Giving a smile, as the sun dawns the horizon

Standing by self at the edge of every cliff

Walking with my people on every road of life

Painting the beautiful tomorrow with the brushes of today

Breathing with every breeze that blows across

Feeling the warmth of the sun in sky's arms

Cherishing the works of Mother Nature each day

Writing the stories of today for reading tomorrow

Pocketing the learning’s of each day in the mind

Collecting the joys of today to open the bundle tomorrow

Loving thyself and thy loved every moment as it passes by

Praying for another day to grow penning the story of everyday

That’s how life is walking, going, running each day,

No holding just letting it flow and flowing through each day!!!

The wings are mine

I had them small, I had them and just had them here,
They were nurtured, they were taught to open up and fly,
I fluttered them with all my efforts, to take a flight
I flew, I fell, I tried and learnt to spread them wide

Now I take flights up and high, I take flights across my dreams
I know where to come back from, I know where to touch them all the way
I know my tender nest awaits, I realize the strength that fades away
But as I say, the wings are mine, to spread on the rainbow lanes

The wings are mine to reach the skies, they are my dreams awake each day
The wings are mine to fly till the rainbow hails my skies all along
The wings are mine to rest in the nest at each dusk to wait for dawn
The wings are mine to start a new way, with each dawn kissing my horizon.

A Tribute to Time !!!

At times you are winged and fly away,
Sometimes I wonder how you are the biggest healer,
You are the one who comes back as memories,
You are the reason behind the smiles and the tears.


You are the companion of us, more than ourselves, 
You are the power to define death and the birth,
All times each conversation revolves around you,
You are the time to hurry up and the one to relax.


You are part of all jokes, you are form all philosophies,
You are the weakness of the man, you are his strength,
You are a shapeless, formless driver of this earth,
From the formation of the universe till its end, you hold it on.


You are the right times, wrong times and testing times,
You are the past, present and the future of us, 
You are the science, no virtue and no theory,
Dear Time!! All times everywhere its your story !!!

My share of Dreams !!!!

Sooner or later but I have lived upto my dreams,
Like a bird measuring the sky, is the limit set for them
When their wings droop, the shade of thy womb rewinds again
Brakes are put, breaks i take, but the sips of water breathe air
the feelings of success may not be the happiest but are happy
The surrender to almighty is thy meaning of each dream
the tenderness is hidden under the nutty shell
that smile is half a mile longing for the race
the time is going to knock..when the wings will take the flight.
My wings I will spread..holding my dreams knocking the sky
No arrow no launcher..will catch the eye..when they will fly

No Answer I have

As the pinks of spring drain in the streams, 

The sun shines cheering all the greens ,

As the burns become too many, the droplets come down,

Appeasing and calming the blisters of the warm walks

The colors are soon added with the brights all around

But are a preface of the quietness of white knocking soon.

As my pen moves across the lines, thoughts cloud my mind

My heart realizes and sorts so many answers all together

Asks when you know the seasons change for a reason too big

Why do you shy away from the autumns and summers

Why not pedal harder towards the spring each time !!!

An year in the beauty Land - Japan

Time is a stream, one can never hold,
Life changes in seconds, one can never realize,
One can never peek into the destiny's bag,
What comes next, what's best I never knew,
It's a tide, that swayed me miles across,
When the eyes opened, I had a smile travelled,
An experience of lifetime, a turner to me,
An answer to my prayers, friends for future,
A life teaching me for a better tommorrow,
A place that made me its from heart,
A land which is my second home,
A big thank you for letting me be in your land - Love u japan !!!

The Snowy Aizu

Mornings are blessed with the white petal shower
They are all sent from the heaven with lot of power
The winds try to take them away, and a game they play
Watching them create a beauty my eyes on window lay
At times the earth sips them in and awaits more
At other times cuddles them and says send some more
As my hat turns white so are the hats of all huts around
My face blooms as the falling petals come to my hands
The beautiful formations of icicles take my breath away
The trees have turned their leaves from orange to white
The grounds is adamont to let me put my feet firmly on it
The rice fields are sowing ice now,like the carpet over them
The woods I see on the hills are now all white
The pearls kiss my umbrella as I walk to admire the angels
I bid them a smile, as I see another color out of their mother's brush

The felt

Amongst the ring of fires across the pacific
Lies a beauty land full of peace and serenity
A smile and gratitude bows to greet you
A humble heart,ready to help eases you
The nature dawns each day and dusk beautifies it
No brown highs of Himalayas but plenty green bears
The white old grandpa rests and walks across them
And I capture it my eyes and heart each day
Beneath the roads the water gushes hail my heart
The beauty of streams stars each night
On my bike I trod along the roads
To feel to breathe and date god's land
I reached this wonderland for a purpose
But each day it's adding to my life's purpose
Just looking at the moon tonite, to heavens above
It's a message sent "arigatou gozaimsu"

A chirpy little in the nest

Inspired by a Friend's daughter :)

The hay is laid with efforts of days, the nest is in place
Ma and pa both rest and nest their hopes everyday
The warmth of a mother on the egg laid is most warm
The first crack, chirp is unmatchable, it smiles to world
That smile and the heart sink is a diamond that sparkles
The beak to feed, the feathers to cover the cold is only one,
The feathers grow, the flocks in the nest flow, and smiles go wider
The lessons to touch the sky, the lessons to feed thy way linger around
The little feathers flatter themselves and the beak touches the grains
And then a flight paves a freedom to build another nest.
The nest again nests with four feet and no egg,
Ma and pa recall the days when the beaks fed the hungry kid
The rain came and went, the winter came and went
They shed their age like an autumn wave across
But the still smile over the hatched egg like a blossoming spring.
That’s what we call love, its love in the nest and our lives.
One nest from another, one life to another we move across

Just like the perfect Day!!!

To walk like the breeze making its way,
To smile to sketch the rainbow across the sky,
To dance like the peacock in the rain,
To talk like there is and will be no pain,
To spread smiles like today is about to drain,
To rise as the first mountain to climb,
To clap as if to acknowledge the nobel,
To study like the second Einstien is here,
To pray like the enchants have no rest today,
To think wonderfully for no thoughts in the day,
That's like one day my perfect day to live:):)

That’s When

When a tear rolls down with a smile wide across
That’s when you say it’s the true happiness
When you say I am alright after the accident
That’s when you are actually hurt
When an artist moves to make a new piece
That’s exactly when he overlooks a masterpiece
When a doctor says I will try my best
That’s exactly when he will actually put his best
When a father leaves on the way, your hand
That’s exactly when he wants you to stand
When you think God’s doing all the bad
That’s exactly when the bright future distracts him
When a mother says nothing to you
That’s when she actually stands by you forever

Good Day

Each day I wake up to wish the morning sun, to meet the fresh air, to pray to almighty,
Each day starts to make a bright sunrise and a beautiful sunset, that’s life everyday,
But there are clouds to tone down the sun rays, to pour down a bad day,
That’s just another hour of life, which lets you put feet in water and still feel the ground
But there is always an umbrella to hold, to escape the rain of a bad day,
There are people who experience and then still smile and enjoy
Another mile down the life lane, I feel what I pen down next,
Not always the rainbow appears after rain, but the hope to see it is always there,
That’s the strongest will to take your own cover in a thunderstorm,
Every step on the road, every step of staircase, every drop of rain all say something
They tell me to learn and all these learnings shape me everyday
And yes they keep me in cheerful shape of heart and mind,
And In return of this everyday I start and end my day with a smile, to meet the next day
So it’s a Good Day !!!

Some Thought of the Days

These are some TODs that i write everyday which were there in my pocket penned...
REST WILL FOLLOW SOON :)

1. Either self decisions should be good or time better so even if decisions are bad, time compensates them :)

2. Life is a pianist who discovers our life’s tunes

3. Joy rings in happiness

4. Attitude and Altitude both come from Mind ;)

5. An “ I can” attitude spells success

6. Meditation is to station your thoughts

7. Every future moment becomes a special moment when is becomes a past moment

8. right actions@right choice bear the “Desired” fruit ;)

9. Every tick of clock is a needle that pricks you towards your goal

MaStErPiEcE

Neither a writer nor a painter nor even a sculpturist,
But yes I wish to make a masterpiece like every artist
Thoughts come and go, leaving me alone,
Paper in my hand turned round and cone,
Yes, but like that wish of uniqueness in my mind,
It’s all there but nothing of its kind
Days pass, colors added to the home yet to build,
What could it be, that would be one in field,
Thought, thought to use the brush in red & yellow,
But so poor at art that couldn’t paint it shallow
Just brushed the papers with yellows, blues and greens
The reds, greens as if mixing my life’s keens
So idea dropped alas, but my realization spoke,
Yes this is the masterpiece you desired
It’s made before I got tired………...

The Woman

Here’s my definition of a woman :



Woman is like a bird
Give her wings, she will measure the sky
Cage her, she will quiet(en) but never exhibit
Love her, she will earn you bread without tiring

Mother her, she will nurture your children,
Partner her, she will build “our” nest
Poke her anytime, she will always return with a smile

Hurt her, she will shed a tear but never retort
Hurt her loved ones, she will beak you out
And nevertheless, she will rise every day before sun rises
She will rise higher after every sun set in life

The Different Me………

Unlike others around, I am,
Like them, I am a human,
The road I take, is never clear,
The path I choose is never right,
But still I know, I 'll reach there.

People reach early, because of Means,
Some shatter my dreams, my hope,
Some my smiles and some me,
Still i know when I 'll stand in the court above,
I will be justified but i know,
Small and big crimes i have made,
All those lay on me a grey shade,
But I am sure my colors wont fade.

Like every bird I’ll learn to fly,
Then the world and me wont ever shy...........

WaLk WiTh Me

As the morning dew kisses the grass, and my shoes cut their way through these pearls, I get the fragrance of life entering through the horizon. A few miles ahead I see more hands welcoming life as it grows old by another day. The child in her mother’s lap cries away the night blues. The dim lights in houses become bright and pressure cookers whistle away the morning alarms. As I turn for the second round at the edge of the road, the footpath withdraws its dollops from all the night refugees and they walk to wash their tiredness in the hand pump gush.

I talk to myself humming my favorite “everything I do” , I say my life is tougher, harder, the times aren’t good, nothing’s going my way, and I hit a stone, then I say oh this was the last thing I expected to happen. As I stepped an inch I see a small kid taking his place on that stone with a hard slice of bread in his hands. I quietly look ahead and move.

As I keep walking the cool breeze kisses me over and over. And I continue with everything I do and as I am supposed to cross the main road, a mob on cycles race towards me, and I am scared and murmur “hell, all of them had to come on the roads together”, as they leave my way I reach across the road. After getting ready I pick my lunch and bag kept side by side on the table and shoot a bye in the house as I jump down the stairs twice as fast I climb them. Then I step in the bus and place my baggage on the seat next to me. As the bus horns through the road I count on my pending works, morning greetings to friends. But the neighboring window gives me support and takes me outside the boundaries of my conventions.

I see the traffic personnel, waving his hand one-two-three-four in all directions, cars breaking queues and buzzing to race ahead together. I see the foot markets decorating the morning.

A thought ponders over me, their life is tough or tougher, is that they wanted by choice. I say to myself, do they matter to me, some unknowns on the walk of their life. But I question this, and say doesn’t the walk of life criss-cross the roads of life. Yes they do. Because not everything we do is for somebody but most of it is for ourselves too. At these crossings in the walk I take, I learn that time is the most powerful, neither do I want to murmur in the morning, neither the traffic personnel wants to exercise in the pollution of cars and people, neither the swarm of cycles want to remain cycles, neither the child wanted to earn a stale piece of breakfast on the stoned dinning table. Neither do the foot path dwellers wish to enjoy their cushions on the street. It’s just that they and I haven’t been able to pursue time to walk with me.

At every step of life, if time walks with a person, their life turns at 360 degrees, for his/her benefit. “The charm of those times” can easily coin what those days will mean. The request to time to “walk with me” carries along with it, the hard work to call upon time, the truth of the labor. And yes the destiny of the “person”. If only for sometime time walks with me, even then it can infuse the strength of walking with it for the rest of my life. This is a wish I found in every soul I saw in the walk of my life.

For You My Mali ;)

Now let me put it straight here, this one is a forced post, a gift demanded by my friend Malvika Gaur, whom I unfortunately met during MSc days, uff. I was the first one to comment on how snobbish and boyish this girl is weird and one of a kind. Best was that I never knew I am the one who’s going top her list of Friends (Forbes recognizes icons, she recognized a diamond). Believe me I am still stuck there, in spite of my continuous efforts to come out of it.
Anyhow, would say she is lucky. She is a joker disguised as undertaker or a guy disguised as a gal. Oh ho!!
Before I write stuff to get killed, tired from the office, here are 10 points to live life queen/king sized from us or you may credit her afterwards.

1. Girls are girls they will always think, let’s think less, and work lesser.
2. Guys are guys they will always drink; let’s drink more, and more.
3. Everybody has time to interfere in others business, but lets take time to mind our business.
4. A flower a day keeps your friend happy and hay.
5. Life is short; let’s make it long, let’s run from home.
6. Sun rises in east sets in west; be it anything we are always the best.
7. Dogs bark, cats meow, but we are pigs lets grunt.
8. Every girl is following trends, lets be trendsetters, let’s stop shopping.
9. Everyone gives a smile, when we meet let’s give them a sunshine smile.
10. Everybody wants to live peacefully, let’s tell them noise cleans your ears.

And after learning these wonderful points I am still alive, happy and smiling and working too. Partying and thinking for a change.

Don’t think I killed her, she’s too alive.

Today is her birthday and she is turning 23 old age you see, so my aunt, this is all for you. That I have to say!!