Thursday, 20 August 2020

To Captain, with Gratitude

 

Dr. Rajesh M Ramankutty - Home | Facebook(Dedicated to Dr Rajesh M Ramankutty, Cardiothoracic surgeon, Caritas Heart Institute, Kerala. My Papa got a new lease of  life through a bypass surgery and valve replacement when he was 87 yrs old. Through his constant encouragement and assurance, Papa participated in 3 state meets after his surgery winning Gold medals and also enjoys his other passion, agriculture. A kind-hearted , humble person who does his work, acknowledging that it is God who works through him. Thanks to his skills, Papa is still with us and celebrated his 90th birthday)


It was the greatest gamble of life

Trying to cross the bridge with Papa

I never knew if it was possible or right

So I set off to the shore to find help

 

There I found you who said yes

To give Papa a new lease of life

I trusted you because you trusted God

And there the journey to life began

 

As I neared the bridge I felt

A shiver and a quiver that chilled my spine

I was a misfit, with thousand worries

Lonely and lost, confused and scared

 

Captain said ‘yes’ and he took the boat

He said ‘Directions must come from above’

He moved ahead trusting God in each step

Focusing on life that was trusted in his hands

 

I panicked, I chocked, I collapsed

But Captain stood strong without shaking

He turned his back to my ignorance and fears

Because he was carrying Papa to life

 

Captain, I am so sorry to be a silly human

I gave in your hands my most precious gift on earth

I couldn’t afford to lose Papa

In the greatest gamble of life that I took

 

But believe me Captain

Without you, there was no life, no crossing of this bridge

Without you, there was no new lease of life to offer Papa

I remain ever grateful to you for sailing Papa to the shore of life

 

There are no words to thank you or say what my heart feels

To still have with me, my Papa, my Hero

May your rewards shower from Heaven

From the Master Healer who you serve.

 

Monday, 3 August 2020

Droplets on the sand



There is a roar in the silence of my depth

A million tear drops awaiting deliverance

All you hear could be sound and tunes

You see just my surface, the mask on my face.

 

Between the mountains and the seas

Was born this life, they called a River

Who am I who flows through lands

Touching and being touched along the way?

 

Neither the flood, nor the drought

A strong existence, a womb, a woman

Flowing across the borders and barriers

Yet, a story sinking into a whirlpool deep.

 

A pure drop that turns impure,

An insignificant being on Earth,

Is that me or is it you who made me fade

Covering my face with this floating froth?

 

I reached you to love, to nourish, to share

Just as I fed the trees, animals and birds                                                      

You came to me with unclean plans

You used , misused, abused my soul.

 

You dumped your dirt and trash in me

And called me dirty, useless, polluted

You looted my riches without a shame

And left me barren, dry, depressed.

 

I lost my laughter, lost my song

I lost my purpose, lost myself

Then came the rain to cheer me up

But nothing could bring back what I had lost.

 

Am I a loser? Is there life beyond this depth?

Yet to find my real destination

My water evaporates into nothing

And pours to me again from the distant skies.

 

I hear the sea calling, I see her waiting

I feel the touch of a mother’s hands

I cried and cried on her shoulders strong

Till I tasted in her, the salt of my tears.

 

When I turned back, I learnt the truth

I was a giver sent with life

To quench the thirst of million lives

Who you killed to serve your human greed.

 

Women waiting with their empty pots

To take the last drop from my breast

Monsters coming to dig me further

To create a pit for themselves to fall.

 

There’s no word to write my story

This song will go without a rhythm

Just like me who’s tossed and turned

To many identities that was never my choice.

 

I’m dying, I’m turning into dry land, a past

O Man, take a step, take a look, restore me now

Tomorrow you will need for sure, a river

By then, I mustn’t be a thing that you cannot reverse.


Sunday, 26 July 2020

Duet 8



Rescue

 

It's not what we intend to give..

Rather what the other one receives from us..

Ignorant of what's given or taken..

Till we see life tickling us both to laugh..



Picture courtesy: Amit Agarwal

Monday, 20 July 2020

Duet 7

 

    

   Born without a cord


  
  Dreams are the children of 
                
                                                barren wombs..





                                                   Picture courtesy : Amit Agarwal



Sunday, 12 July 2020

Mission of Love: Scribblings of a gardener



Ma!! That’s what I call my mother
The one who nursed and nurtured me
Ever young, ever loving, ever lasting
The reason of life, death and rebirth.

An amazing beauty in green, red and blue
She holds the riches in infinite measure
A giver, she gives and forgives the greedy
Who creates the misery for millions of needy

Man calls her names; continents, countries, states
And further my land, my house, my room
She gave him herself to be a free soul
But he confined himself to the shell of his own

A mother needs nothing, no sympathy she likes
She neither weeps when things go wrong
She lives and loves for she sustains lives
A river of kindness that feeds her kids

I was born in her womb, grew on her lap
I called her my Mother, I drank of her love
She gave me herself, where I could exist
And called me a name that her million kids dream

Gardener! That is my name
Heart of green! That is my home
I don’t dwell in the comfort of assets
Nor drown in the sad sea of regrets

I dare to dream my mother’s dream
To sow the tiny seeds of peace
I swim beyond the clouds and skies
To reap the harvest with a smile

I’m a gardener, I’ve well rooted friends
I prefer to toil and make my world
Of buds and blooms, birds and bees
Of whistling winds and whispering hues

I search her wisdom that they buried
Under the soil of their own homes
I get up and dig the dry lands of past
Amidst the ruins to find my fortune

When the sun kisses the earth
With a sweet song I fetch my tools
And when everything dies and nothing is left
I sing the same song to kill the chill gloom

When the world is hungry, my food fills a plate
My flowers brighten a face; my green lightens a space
I am the gardener with a mission to complete
I must get up, dig and plant a life now

When the world fights for peace with guns
When they kill their brothers to protect their lives
When everyone cries there’s no hope left
I go to my garden and plant a new life

From her soil I came, to her soil will I return
Between the two journeys let me plant life
I’m a gardener, I have to live
To leave the soft shade of the trees that I grow

I’m not a poet; but a gardener
Not unaffected by distress and damage
All I have is my time, a little or more
So let me dig now and plant a new life

Monday, 6 July 2020

Duet 6




Between two fears



 

This is where I sit


Though I don't like it much


There's beauty in company


As long as we stay far from each


other




Photo courtesy : Amit Agarwal

Wednesday, 24 June 2020

Duet 5



Real

Dark yet shining
Grim yet beautiful
Chill hearts are warm
looks tough but kind..



Picture courtesy: Amit Agarwal 

To Captain, with Gratitude

  (Dedicated to Dr Rajesh M Ramankutty, Cardiothoracic surgeon, Caritas Heart Institute, Kerala. My Papa got a new lease of  life through a ...