To the One

To the One – full of life – then now and forever To the One – ever forgiving – and always the giver To the One – spring of love – source of boundless joys  To the One – guiding torch – in my meaningful voyage   To the One – keeper of truth – unflinching dedication To the One – selfless seeker – humbly serving nation To the One – the conscience – exemplifying values To the One – guardian angel – your blessing accrues   To the One – beloved Father – in you my life resides Wishing…

For you, My love

Some say my love, there’s a time for love  An occasion to assert, and to proclaim For me, my love, there’s none to resolve Nothing to validate, or rename   Friendship distinct, values progressive Your trust not for selfish pursuits World I question, in you I believe Absorbed in you, my life renews   Opposed you are to unjust strictures Unyielding your principled stands Averse to imperialism, oppressions You endorse free people and lands        My friend forever, my teacher you are You inspire me in times good and rough Lending me strength, whether near or far Unflinching…

Father

My very first love, my very first friend No words can define, or transcend You reside in me, each thought or act My strength, essence, my truest fact   No matter how I say, or fail to express  My source of meaning, you are my sense Every knowledge I crave, my liberated mind Noblest gift to me, your love for humankind   You dwell in my life, in each moment of mine Precious is your presence, forever shall shine Your love, like the greatest oceans, open sky Breathing in it, sheltered, how blessed am I….   – Saswat Pattanayak, Peoples’…

Vote for Taj! But find for me yet another place!

As India (and the world) goes to vote for Taj Mahal tomorrow, an ugly form of patriotism and appreciation has surfaced utilizing a monument declared to be most beautiful by some. The claim for “seven wonders” (and one wonders why they need to have it to be only seven, and not thirteen, or a hundred) has been reduced to a competitive exercise where people representing their countries exhibit some version of solidarity to showcase monuments that have absolutely nothing in relevance to either the present, or the future. Moreover, the past–related to sites like the Taj Mahal–also needs to be…

Raindrops

Are these the April raindrops, Or my lingering heartbeats?   My naked windows glasses- Alive with transpirations Mired with perspirations Reflecting back, almost in derision Calling back, in much anticipation Halting path, amidst many a assumption   These sounds of cascading water On my swarded Astorian apartment Catch me off guard-this very moment   Immerse in me, in life– Even as I dwell in apprehension Succumb to intoxication Of increasing aspiration Drain in imagination Of the ongoing revolution   Will the rain just vanish all too soon Lambent lightning will too swoon   Life is measured in moments — not…

Offerings

What will I give thee, you are the gift to me How much to adore thee, you mean the love for me When each moment spent are the times cherished To wish you well, which day be chosen by me?   The night’s a façade, the day conceals And my gladness, the stars too miss My feelings how can they know Those greetings on sale and marketed gifts   Who I pray and worship for you? Where do I seek your well being? What do I add to bedeck your day When what I have is you as blessing?  …

Love Unconditional

Your love is not for me to ask It is for you to give In return My body is not for you to ask It is for me to give I have given away my heart My feelings they called love And all I could ever muster Was courage to fall Centred round my self As its wont, I could never rise in love All I remember is the passion The commitments our bodies made The moments of undeniable truths And now it’s all so eerie Does love have a logical ending? The heart withers away, the mind is out…

Bapa

(To my father, on his birthday!) What do I write on thee, words are at loss! “Be a brave general and true servant” And you “dedicated me to society” It was ten, I remember I was then. Never felt like asking you if that meant I was going to be away from home and family. Father, one lifetime is transient. Yours. And mine. Not all your dreams will result, nor my immaturity. Popular minds do not speak a tale, a tale of honesty Stereotyping I did not know, for it was not thine. No thought-control. No ideological pill. You offered…

Mother India

Fifty years of chaos and confusions She has witnessed and now silently mourns As a mother forgives her children She has done that; they are still insane Ere half a century, she was in chain She was silent and cried in pain Her children fought and freed her then She asks now: Where disappeared all of them? Where are they who loved her? Who sacrificed their lives for her; Why no doubt, today there is none Whom you can ask to die for her! – Saswat Pattanayak, Peoples’ Poet