NEW YEAR, NAYA SAAL, ONCE MORE, ENCORE!

THE ASTRONOMICAL CLOCK AT PRAGUE, MADE IN 1410 AD.

 As another year goes by, 

We all reflect, 

Upon what we achieved and what we didn't. 

What we gained- was it mainly weight?

What we saw and what we didn't,

Missed the sunrise or sunset?

What did YOU do you good for nothing, god forsaken human?

Did you, didn't you, did you????

Ah! remorse fills me, guilt fills me,

I feel so horrible for having lost time and tide,

As they wait for no man and woman too!

Ah! what should I do for lost time?

Lament and regret and make promises...new resolutions?

The first resolution is to loose weight.... 

Don't laugh, I promise, honest, my word of honour!

Aha! But, Wait, weight, sorry wait!

31st December 2016 is not too far away, 

Just 52 Sundays and we'll be there,

These words will still ring true even then,

As these words just cannot be wished away.

So my dear friend, lament NOT,

Khush  Raho, Mast Raho, Aish karo, 

Zindagi toh milni nahi dobara, 

Isi liye, 

Bus Jio, jeete raho, aise hi, 

Jaise jeena jante ho.

Now for the quintessential message,

"Nit naya din Mubarak,

Naya Saal Mubarak,

Happy New Year to YOU."

It's your life

The world just goes on

Irrespective of you,

You are the only one who makes a difference to you,

Your eyes behold beauty,

Your eyes appreciate light,

Your eyes look at darkness and then decide.

It's your vision, your hope, your own life, 

No one can change you,

But your own strife,

'Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder', 

Were not mere words,

They are in fact the philosophy of life.

For you - Triloki Nath Nagpal - an advance wish.

Nineteen seventies

It's the seventies once again
The most glorious time of our life.
One had stepped out of childhood,
Studies were over, a job was found, a girl was found,
Love was in the air and youth was all around.

There were no sunsets, just lovely moonlit evenings,
There were no day breaks, just another brisk morning,
One rushed in and out, one never thought of Insurance and bills,
One never worried over spilt milk,
A day went and another simply came by.

Seventies were the times when dreams were being formed,
Everything was
"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight,
Wish I may, wish I might,
Grant the wish I wish tonight!"

Lovely days, Glorious days, Brilliant days, Beautiful ways.
No aches, no pains, no BP, no weight gain,
Those were the seventies with bouffant, churidars and sack shirts,
Those latkas and jhatkas and ringlets at the end of our long plait,
With long big dangling earrings, and twenty rupee sarees.

Drain pipes and pointed shoes,
Dev Anand hairstyles with huge puffs,
Bell bottoms and jeans and huge black shades,
A cigarette dangling with style.
Life was so much fun with adventure and romance and fashion.

Oh did I start by saying it's the seventies again????
Indeed it is the seventies again,
When life again takes a high,
We are going up, up and up, in the fun cycle of life,
It's fun time, glorious time all over again.

Back to Drain pipes, The seventies hair style,
The anticipation of a future untold,
The adventures of looking at glorious sunsets and waiting for the beautiful day break when it will be another glorious beautiful day,

With the person who saw you through from the Nineteen seventies to this "age" of the seventies.

The Seventies