Children

 Children

Children are not things to be molded, but are people to be unfolded.” – Jess Lair.

Our children are not born from us 

But they are born through us - Rumi

God made human in his form

Pure and flawless like a child

As the bud grows into a flower

It gets accompanied by thorns wild.

A un born child starts kicking

 Growing inside a mother's womb

And some keep kicking

Till the parent reaches the tomb.

Children are like a clean slate

And it's upto us what we write

We may end up creating a mess

Or create a painting bright. 

We have to train our children 

To be  our partners in relay

Where we pass on the batton 

Finish our race and make way.

Vasant Khisty

Trouble shooter

 Trouble shooter

The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.” ― Thomas Paine

In this journey called life 

Situations are individual's perspective
For some the situation can be positive 

For some, the same can be negative.

Some times the path would be smooth

Or the path can be filled with pebbles 

For some they are opportunities 

And for some they can be troubles.

Only when you climb the obstacles

Only then you shall  rise 

Troubles are nothing more than

Golden opportunities in disguise. 

For the real men shoot trouble

And in trouble only do they thrive 

For they they know to fetch honey

They have to dig deep into bee hive.

Vasant Khisty

Trouble is a matter of perspective. These are unfavorable situation which some people turn into opportunity and some people perceive it as adversity. 

Leaf

Leaf

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”- Albert Camus 

The lush green leaves 

is the sign of youth of a tree

As the autumn arrives

They turn gold and fall free

Let life be giving like a leaf

Fresh and  green till it turns old 

Gives a resting place for dew drops

 When done, turns itself into gold.

The autumn leaves don't fall

They float as they fall and fly 

While they are falling down

They still look up to the sky.

They spread the pavements

With crimson and gold 

As we walk they crack and creak

Narrating their  story untold. 

Leaf is symbolic of change 

When the new arrives old fall

Life is about turning a leaf

And moving on till the final call.

...Vasant Khisty

Mosquito 🦟

If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito. Dalai Lama.

Since God couldn't be every where 
He made angels with wings white

Saturn made mosquito in his image 

And gave it a needle to bite. 

Saturn has his own way to punish

So on your own cheek you slap.

Even if things are not going well

The mosquito makes you clap.

Learn persistence from a mosquito

Which comes back without any fear.

It takes blood, gives back malaria

And merrily it sings in your ear.

There is glory in Killing a mosquito

As it is much easier to kill a tiger

The pleasure to see it's blood on wall

Is like seeing a terrorist blown by a sniper...Vasant Khisty

Mosquito has the unique talent to find the veins and push in parasites while nurses struggle to find veins in patients.

Past

 Past 

The past is always tense, the future perfect. Zadie Smith

We are the product of past

We don't have to be prisoners of it

Living in the past 

Is like living in a dark pit. 

Sooner or later

We have to let go of the past

Leaving behind the luggage

We can travel in future fast.

The past is a ghost

Future is a dream 

What we have is today

Which will flow away like a stream

Past is a stepping stone

And not a mile stone 

As you carry the burden 

You are all alone.

Looking at the rear view mirror

You cannot win the race 

Now is a gift, called the present

Happily we should embrace. 

Vasant Khisty

we become prisoner s of past, spending most times on pain, suffering and regrets. It doesnt have any effect on the present and and the future, in fact it mars the present and the future, so better to let go with eyes looking in the front. Rather than looking at rear view mirror.

Lonely Cloud

Lonely Cloud

 I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils; William Wordsworth.

And I rose from the sea 

vaporized by the heat of the sun

Left my salt behind 

And rising up was such a fun. 

I left behind fishes and memories

and became a dark cloud

From a droplet of salty water

I became a part of crowd.

The wind blew us as it wished

over the thirsty land and dunes of sand

I rained over rivers and daffodils

Turning the desert into green land.

As I waited behind to see the sight

I see the crowd had gone

The wind blowing me aimlessly 

And I find myself wandering alone. 

Now I am a lonely cloud

Once I was part of the thunder 

I don't know if I shall merge in blue sky

Or fall on Daffodil down under. 

..Vasant Khisty

As the rains end we find a lonely cloud like a ball of wool and then it gradually disappears in the dark blue sky as if the sky has finally conquered the clouds. 

Beggar of love

 Beggar of love

A man with a empty bowl need not be a beggar, He might be a giver who has given himself completely...Vasant Khisty

And I stood in the market with two bowls 

One filled with love ready to share

One empty for seeking some love 

Finally I stand empty handed without care.

Often many people came bye 

And they took their share of dip 

Here I stand alone with a empty bowl

Starving for just one sip. 

Don't misunderstand a beggar at your door

he may be a saint in disguise 

Just testing you for your humility

He can be recognized only by men wise.

I am not a beggar but a seeker of love

But I see you have nothing much to give 

As you shoo me away from your door

I shall smile, bless you and forgive. 

Vasant Khisty

Not every man with a empty bowl is a beggar. He may be a a giver who has given every thing he had and who gave himself to this greedy world. 

Solitude

 Solitude

Solitude is the audience-chamber for God.” – Anne Lynch Botta

A solitude is like a punctuation

Which gives a little pause 

As without comma and fool stop

Reading life looses its cause .

The happiest in this life 

Are the one who have busy solitude 

Its like an Eagle hovering alone 

And view this life from an altitude.

Solitude is where one can discover 

That we are truly not alone

We can witness the universe unfolding

Watching the ripples created by a stone. 

In stillness lives wisdom

In quiet you will find peace 

As the wind caresses your hair 

You hear Gods whisper with ease.

Vasant Khisty

Solitude is different than loneliness. Loneliness is the side effect of solitude. People seek solitude and not loneliness. Solitude gives peace and loneliness comes with depression. In solitude that we discover our self and in loneliness we are lost. 

Telephone

 Telephone

The telephone is the greatest nuisance among conveniences, the greatest convenience among nuisances.

Robert Staughton Lynd.

Telephone brought the world close

And took the near ones far away

 Words can travel round the world

But near ones can't hear what we say.

There was a time we waited

Eagerly for a trunk call.

Now the world is in our palm 

And the phone stuck to our eye ball.

The technology that tied our hand

And captured our brains

Children sitting with bent heads

Not enjoying splashing in the rains.

Vasant Khisty

The man who wanted to be my father

 The man who wanted to be my father

Donating sperms does not make you a father ..Vasant khisty

Donating sperms does not make you a father
renting a womb does not make you a mother

Its about who looks upto you  like his son

And who makes you feel like a daughter. 

In my journey of life I met selfish men

And I met one such man I thought was bad

He wanted to groom me like his daughter 

And I thought he was mentally sick and mad. 

He held my hand when I crossed the road

He made me run on hills and stones 

He came with a banana when I went to school

And offered me milk to strengthen my bones.

I could never realize what I meant to him

And his unconditional  love induced in me a fear

And one day I just left him all alone 

And he slowly walked away with a tear. 

And now that I am mother myself 

I can appreciate what a child really means to me 

And now that he is dead and gone 

I can still feel his soul sheltering me like a tree. 

A feeling of father or mother is divine as it could be. These are unconditional relationships and has nothing to do with sperms ovaries and DNA. Its a connection of soul as this body is just dust and will go back to dust. I have seen a lioness caressing and protecting a baby lamb and it had nothing to do with the DNA. 

Dog

 Dog

The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven not man's.".Mark Twain

The more I meet great men

my respect for Dogs grow

They may bark if you trespass

But they won't hit you below.

I wish dogs would teach men

Just this one attitude

To wag his tail and not tonque

As a act of gratitude.

For just a  piece of bread 

and it surrenders all  his life 

 All may leave but he shall stand by you 

Through your misery and strife.

Even when he is sleeping

He watches from the corner of his eyes

He has his ways to express 

 But be sure he never ever lies.

You may be needy and poor

but the Dog makes you feel rich

Your own family shall desert you

But your puppy shall never ditch.

Vasant Khisty

A Dog is a man best friend. The world may look down on you but he always looks up to you as his master. 

My crush Sandy

 My crush Sandy

I got a crush on you; I hope you feel the way that I do: I get a rush when I’m with you; Oh, I got a crush on you." — Mandy Moore, "Crush"

Dedicated to Olivia Newton John (Sandy)

Oh Sandy as you breathed last today

My journey of love ends 

I held your hand through my life

and through every corner and bends.

Oh Sandy whenever I thought of you

I had an adrenaline rush 

It never happened with anyone

But you were my first and last crush.

Oh Sandy my love my darling 

My mind, my heart and my soul 

I was breathing  incomplete 

and you made me my whole. 

Oh Sandy now you are with angels 

and your remains deep down below

What you left behind is sweet memories

and my tears on my pillow. 

I shall for ever miss you Sandy...Vasant Khisty

Dependence

Dependence 

Never depend on a road, depend on your strides” - Munia Khan

There is nothing called true independence, Every aspect of this creation is interdependent- Vasant Khisty

If we were to be truly independent 
We wont be breathing and alive 
If there was no Sun and Moon 
The creation would not thrive.

Some are dependent physically 

And some are dependent on mind

We all need each other some way

True independence you cant find.

The sun depends on fire to burn 

and the moon depends on sun to shine

The flowers depend on the rains to fall

And the yeasts turn grapes into wine.

So drop the guilt of dependence

as some way we all lean on each other

The ship of life cannot cross the ocean

If we dont move our rows together.

Vasant Khisty

The biggest guilt a differently abled person has is of depending on some one, not realizing that some one else is depending on them in some other way not known to them. Some are physically dependent and some are psychologically dependent, and some dependences are visible and some are emotional.

Raksha bandhan- unbilogical sister

 Un biological sister

It is hard to give up on my dreams when my un biological sister is my cheer leader.

Treasure is always hidden 
Gold is always mined 
Yet this sister effortlessly shows up
As throughout eternity we were twined.

She is my sister from another woumb

but we share the same umbilical chord

She knows my past, alerts my future

She is a walking miracle oh Lord.

She  has always had my back 

Whenever I am struggling alone 

Always cheering me to stand up 

Waiting for me at the next mile stone.

On this very special day 

As she ties a divine thread on my hand 

I make a promise and I take a vow

For ever besides her I shall stand.

Vasant Khisty

Biological relationships are coinscidences. through this life we get several relationships which do not belong to the same woumb. Relationships are not about body they are about soul connections as body decays and dies but souls travel together through eternity. 

Sleep

 Sleep

Sleep is a mini rehearsal of death and an opportunity to be born again every morning.

Vasant Khisty.

Life has a sleep mode
where dreams defragments the mind
This is the only time when
We Trust on God and breathe blind.

Sleep is the designated bridge

between the night and day

Its the best time to surrender our soul

and kneel down and pray.

The breeze is fresh and soothing

the trees are whispering song

The birds too are nestling in their nest

Before I sleep, have to finish this journey long.

Some day finally I shall sleep

with head In Gods divine Lap 

The angels shall all line up 

And shall welcome me with their clap.

And whisper what a fine chap. 

Vasant Khisty

Sleep is a small exercise in death with dreams. Dreams are like defragmentation of a computer and re setting of the memories in the brain. Every night we trust on this life and surrender our self with faith that we will get up once again and see the dawn.

Stars

 Stars

When the night turns dark the stars come out..Anon

You are the sun of my day
and the star of the night
When my night is dark
You shine bright.

You are my North star

and you are my guide

I was floating like a drift wood

you showed me where to ride.

You are my shooting star

and you fulfill my dream

With you by my side 

I can even swim upstream.

You burn yourself

To give me light

And with a twinkle in your eyes

You shine bright. 

Vasant Khisty