Month: April 2007

Reflections

Reflections

I’m always thinking
Just contemplating
How can I manifest
your healing?
perk up your feeling?

I’m always searching
Just exploring
How I can make you
laugh with delight?
light you up like sunlight?

I’m always seeking
Just investigating
How I can I hold up
your emotions?
shoo away those demons?

I’m always attempting
Just endeavouring
How I can help you
trust our friendship?
And its lifelong grip?

I’m always praying
Just entreating
How can I be there
for you forever?
and never waver?

~© Manoj Khatri~

SRK in KBC

SRK in KBC

By chance, I happened to watch a bit of the last episode of Kaun Banega Crorepati’s third season (Shah Rukh Khan’s first). When I had first read that SRK would be hosting KBC, I was sceptical. I thought he would never be able to match up to Amitabh Bachchan’s charisma. After what I saw the other night, I confess that he’s proved me, and many others like me, wrong. In my defence, I still maintain that AB is matchless. But SRK has created his own benchmark. It’s best if AB and SRK not compared — to each other or to anyone else.

Three striking qualities about SRK set him apart from most other stars.

1. He’s an absolute charmer. He knows how to make you smile and endears you with his mannerisms, his sense of humour and his intelligence.
2. He works very hard, puts in his best in whatever he does.
3. He is full of raw energy, which is infectious. He lights up the screen with his liveliness…you can almost see energy oozing out from his every cell.

Pulling off a show like KBC, esp after the high standards that AB had set is no mean feat. Hats off SRK.

Subtly Significant

Subtly Significant

Last night was one of those eventful nights when nothing spectacular happened but it still caused a transformation — a good one, I believe. The transformation is ever so subtle. But subtlety can be significant, I have read. The slightest variation can have such all-encompassing impact.

Just as in physics, the mechanical advantage we get from “leverage” is a good example of how a small force can create a big effect, we have many fulcrums in our emotional and mental realms, which, when employed in the right way, can be life-changers. I am optimistic that this mild shift in my own thinking will yield positive results.

The Joy of Poetic Expression

The Joy of Poetic Expression

I am writing a “prose” post after a gap of 20 days (barring a brief announcement I made). During this period, I wrote 6 poems though. And to think of, my first, very first, poem flowed out of me only a few weeks ago — 03 March 2007, to be precise. I think I am writing more poetry these days because I find it more creatively satisfying than prose. That‘s because, although all writing is an expression of thoughts and feelings, some feelings cannot be expressed as well in prose as in poetry.

I have enjoyed creating poetry and am happy because the wonderful discovery of poetic expression adds variety to my writing. Now I feel more complete as a writer.

But by disposition I am a thinker — a philosopher, if you will — and not a poet. I write because I love expressing my sometimes bizarre and peculiar reflections. And that is best done in prose. I realise that I have started to miss writing prose. I think I am going to write more of it from hereon.

Since nothing in the universe is random and everything has a purpose, I suppose that my poetic phase was necessary to bring out a new facet of my writing… it will add an extra hue to my expression.

The Occupations

The Occupations

My heart’s occupation is to beat for you
It throbs, pulsates, pounds for you all day

My eyes exist to see dreams of you
Sleeping or awake, they picture you all day

My mind’s occupation is to think about you
It mulls, reflects, ponders only you all day

My vocal cords exist to sing for you
They hum songs, verses, hymns for you all day

My hands’ occupation is to write for you
They scribble, create, compose for you all day

My soul, it exists to always pray for you
It simply wishes and blesses you all day

And my occupation is to forever love you
I eat, sleep, breathe, and live for you all day

~© Manoj Khatri~

I want, I wish, I yearn…

I want, I wish, I yearn…

I want to steal your sorrow
I wish to seal your pain
I yearn to see you smile
In summer, winter and rain

I want to be your friend
I wish to be your strength
I yearn to wipe your tears
And keep woe at arm’s length

I want to crush your fear
I wish to squash your doubt
I yearn to win your trust
And help your faith to sprout

I want to touch your soul
I wish to feel your essence
I yearn to see you shine
Like the grand sun’s brilliance

I want to help you fly
I wish to see you bloom
I yearn to be the channel
That helps your life zoom

I want to soothe your heart
I wish to hold your hand
I yearn to tell you so much
What I desire, I don’t demand

I want to live for you
I wish to die for you
I yearn to help you see
That I want nothing in lieu

~© Manoj Khatri~

Back to childhood

Back to childhood

My childhood was a time of reckless abandon
When life was a package of frolic and fun

When I spent my afternoons in aimless wandering
Walking in the hot sun, veering, never tiring

When I studied for exams just a day before
And surprised everyone later with the score

When I dreamed countless innocent dreams
And believed in them to absolute extremes

When I found enormous joy in crossing streams
And I expressed my happiness in loud screams

When I played with my friends the game of statue
And hunted those imaginary treasures of value

When being dirty and soiled was a sign of delight
That came out of thrashing an opponent in a fight

When singing and dancing was in itself a goal
And eating and drinking would merry my soul

When love simply meant mom’s delicious dishes
And my sister’s gifts packed with loads of wishes

When getting older was cool and happening
But without a clue of the problems of ageing

Now even though I’m in my life’s prime
A big part of me stayed back in time

Now every so often when I feel lost and alone
I simply turn to my little self that’s still my own

Then I feel childlike, blissful and innocent, again
As the wealth of my childhood is ever present, Amen

~© Manoj Khatri~

Timeless love

Timeless love

Everything that begins, ends
Everything that flies, descends

Everyone who is born, dies
Everyone who laughs, cries

Each day that glows, darkens
Each night that dims, brightens

With happiness comes bundled, sadness
With sanity comes wrapped, madness

Everything here is bound by time
There is always a nadir after prime

Except my love for you, it’s eternal, forever
‘Cos it didn’t start and won’t cease, never

~© Manoj Khatri~

Silent conversation

Silent conversation

Silence surrounds me
Emptiness around me
Where am I going?
What am I doing?

Now I am pensive
Now reflective
What am I thinking?
Why am I blinking?

Neither happy nor sad
Neither good nor bad
What am I feeling?
What am I concealing?

Sleep is now my foe
And breathing also
Why am I restless?
Why so lifeless?

Loving unconditionally
But living aimlessly
Why am I loving?
Why am I living?

~© Manoj Khatri~