Published in a Hurrah in the (Be)Times of India!!

Never to be believed,
a seemingly distant dream...
I may not be the only one,
but my presence keeps alive my grin,
The newspapers' now saying it too
and am all hurraying it without a clue,
of how grand a day it made for me...
Watching myself all hands in the air
and the not so visible bend in the knee.

We chaosed and yelled,
cos' thats what the photographer was in need.
And we smiled and laughed and cheered
to only show the affinity in us filled with greed.
For more of those sessions beside,
the engines metaphored us,
rather vice-versa.
For we being the pioneers
of the many entrepreneurial bogies, followed by our peers...

Many more of these awaited...
and so I wish many of such tracks,
to hold my many feet wishing cheers.. !!

It was the joyful ride along which the bumper passed, and i got bumped,
the harder it hit, the droller and quainter it got
amidst the evening, stepped in the dawn, giving a vision to a brighter day and a healthier dusk
sustaining the darkness, to let it prevail
I cajoled my feet to step ahead and further..
along the clammy foot-steps of none before,
ear-to-ear I smiled for I found the path untraveled, unvoyaged and downy
there the trespassers of the future stood...
while I walked here waving at them, my head turned to grin
for the pride settled in me drove the vanity
and they followed the foot-steps, NOW traveled, voyaged and still downy

Each Day counts...each hour assessed...each minute anaysed...each second evaluated...

nothing can be sure,

nothing expected but yet...a reason to be present,

somewhere in the middle to notice soemthing,to get noticed,

the need of every second,minute,hour, every day.

Discreetly everyday, I watched them, being with them,

see them and open myself,

I tried harder...

to change, me, him and her and them

My Moving Yatra..

Moving.. on a moving train was
vague an idea,
but the meet, the interaction and knowledge gain
was the key criteria.
The short time to travel the thread so long
meet my friends, the reincarnated strangers.
Life and living, it was all here..seemed another planet for a trip to stay.

The family so away, but missing them none
Cos' here's one,
which has had my hearts won,
believably the parents came too,
in the form of Shashankji, Revati and Raj'u'

Never to seem nothing impossible
-is what they taught, something so impeccable.
Due is the work, for WE CAN change
and hence we bind, by the adage,
learn from thyself, the heroes will assist,
and Unlearn few to accept new
cos' WE CAN DO is the mantra,
that we sang
throughout this Jagriti Yatra.

To give more than what can exist
peek through the train moving
and that makes you digest that the life too is churning.

So keep it moving and moving..
for the good.. for the better
Work more, live more..
Cos' the Former will be followed by the Latter !!

Jai Hind..