Sunday, July 31, 2016

Rediscovering Mahatma Gandhi in today's Age



Interview with Soft Sculpture Artist Anne Vallerie Dupond



Xenophobia Comes A Full Circle


Sunday, June 12, 2016

In Togetherness... As we Move On!

The new leaf has again blossomed
 As Spring has spread its arms
Over the bosom of life!

Many a seasons have passed by
Under the shaded caress of your warmth
While I walked along the untrodden paths
Holding your hand as you followed your dreams…

Tiny little angels moved and paced slowly
Along the same path, gazing, admiring – and shying…
Whilst a generation grew as we watched.

Your charming countenance had carried me away
Plunging me into deeper emotional bondage
As I grew from strength to strength and you looked in admiration!

Whenever fear shrunk us to stress
We held the blade of life so high
And through God, forwarded the chariot
Though the wind of hope.

Many waters, many tides, many miles and many voices
Have come along – calling and floating with the wind;
Leaving the dust behind,
As I behold life under your protective arm!

Sipping into this nectar of love,
We’ve opened doors for every gentle soul;
Our garden blossoms into tranquillity
As we see the angels and flowers charm to grace
In beauty, from moment to moment – with age!

Sharing a cup of tea as we see the dawn break and
Remember the years that have crossed by…
The motions of a fulfilling heart
Feel at ease as we leave reasons behind!

We watch o’er them and thank for the blessings bestowed –
How great is God, how lovely they, like a gem uncut
Into God’s vision we pray to keep us composed
In His creative mind, the divinity surrounding us

As we move on…!

Rajdeep Pathak
May 10, 2016

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Bracing Faith

The conspiring droplets tell me a story
Of a thousand pain in the hundreds of alleys and roads –
Your eyes that create a façade of those days
When the smile called me to meet you again and again
The restlessness prevails…

In this spring as I hold a bucket full of water
From the rain drops that just filled a little dust
And sands and mud accumulated in the dry days at the tin roof …
The tiny droplets greet me as I spread my arms beneath the sky, whilst
A child walks past in school dress with a colourful umbrella
Hanging by the shoulder… the big drops descend,
Conquering the outer silence!

The eunuchs vibrate their feet past a racing vehicle
Splashing water from the bucket to cleanse the look,
As she springs forth her torso into an act, defying
Gestures into a symbolical kapurush-mahapurush fad –
Bubbling with life’s abundance beauty, fiery countenance
In the rattling waters, as eyes galore!

The streets shine with the silvery droplets
Whilst a cat rushes to the pine tree, its claws firmly
Gripping the tight skin amidst swirling sound of the leaves…
The droplets raise the sequencing sound rotating in patterns
And sizes, as umbrellas drape the colourful streets!

Charming and curious; weird and strange;
The beat of the drums from the frame attract
The tourists… modern, yet unusually old-world
That calls the wild tide with a bizarre appeal…
As the eunuchs gather intriguingly with stimulating energy
Rousing the beats amidst the heavy downpour, absorbing
Within the enchanting and alluring call of the hills!

The conspiring droplets foretold a story of a thousand
Beleaguered siege, of life and death; of love and hope;
Resonating with the vibrancy of enticing the invited soul
Enthralling in ecstasy, as calmness contains the self!

For I have drawn the magnetic charm of the captive
Confinement, entrapping the deception and stirring the emotions…
As I have come to drown myself in the tutorship of the beats;
Benignly acquainting with the compassionate exuberance,
While I gently open the doors for the wind’s benevolence!

The alluring droplets brace my faith...


                  Rajdeep Pathak

              June 25, 2015