HEY, OTHERS TOO EXIST...

Many a times, we are obsessed with our own lives - our own work, our own achievements, our own success. We forget that others exist... even though the 'others' may mean our own good friends.

Ajay was my student more than twenty years ago. He, later, became a dear friend and we became each other's well-wishers. Presently, Ajay is settled with his family in Pune, where he runs his business. Along with it, he also runs his NGO, which he keeps telling me was inspired our DAWN CLUB.

The reason why I remember Ajay, today, is that he had mailed me some of his college-days poems just, I am sure, expecting that I would read them... that I may tell him, "Ajay, they are beautiful." But, then, as I told you at the outset, I was in my own world... I failed to notice Ajay's mail with this attachment!

A month had gone by!

And, just a while ago, my eyes fell on them... and, I became a little angry with myself. For, being so selfish... by basking under my own glory.

So, I instantly decided to publish, through this blog of mine, a couple of his poems. Hope, you will love them. Here are they.

OFTEN

My wrong scores on my right often

I get depressed when in pleasure often

I look for the divine source, which lures me often

Looking for the one within that drives me often

Who am I, I wonder often

Nights are better than Days often

When in light, darkness moves me often

Knowingly the unknowing gets happening often

Looking for the one within that drives me often

Who am I , I wonder often

My respect and honour is the need often

But Humiliation keeps me moving often

Though alive, being dead at times often

Looking for the one within that drives me often

Who am I, I wonder often

The sound that, rings the silence often

The dance that marks the stillness often

Words of wisdom, may guard me often

Looking for the one within that drives me often

Who am I, I wonder often

FEAR

I fear the thundering clouds

But I Love the silver lining

Wish to hop towards it

All in vain

I fear the happening events

But I love to live an event

Wish to miss an event

All in vain

I fear my fate

But I love it once known

Wish to dodge my fate

All in vain

I fear me

But I love my existence

Wish to kill me

All in vain

LOOK

Look at me, I look at you

I search for me you search for you

Still lost, but awake, others asleep

Look at me, I look at you

A sting at me and a sting at you

Still lost, but awake, others asleep

Look at me, I look at you

I hate me, You hate you

Still lost, but awake, others asleep

Look at me, I look at you

A friend in me and a friend in you

I love you, You love me

Not lost, but awake , others asleep

Look at me, I look at you

I am you, You are me

I thank you, You thank me

Not lost, but awake, others asleep

HUNGER

Hunger with full stomach

I have experienced it

Hunger with ample wealth

I have experienced it

Hunger with laurels

I have experienced it

Hunger with pleasure

I have experienced it

Hunger with hunger

Have you ever seen?

I am the hunger – unseen…

EGO

My Ego

I want it to go

It sticks to me

It grills me

My Ego

I want it to blow

It lives with me

It drives me

My ego

I want it to get low

It rises in me

It follows me

My Ego

Let it glow

Let it kill me

Or else get killed by me

SECRET

Secret of my life

Accept Accept and Accept

All people, All situations

As and how they are

Secret of my life

Accept Accept and Accept

Not to change the world

But to have change in me

Secret of my life

Accept Accept and Accept

Every good and bad moment

With a smile and a little pause

COSMIC LIFE

Here they corner me

Here they hit me

Here they hate me

I long for the cosmic life

Here they fool me

Here they trick me

Here they frighten me

I long for the cosmic life

Here they lie to me

Here they ignore me

Here they ditch me

I long for the cosmic life

But I love them

I care for them

I owe them

I pray for them

I wish them

I gift them

Then why long for cosmic life?

This is just to say, "Ajay, I am very, very sorry... even though you did not say a single word about it."

This is also to tell Ajay, "They are beautiful;" and ask him,"Why have you stopped writing them?"

Thank you, Ajay.


GERALD D'CUNHA