An Indian spring of destiny

Year 2014 is a year of destiny for India. As I write this, spring is blooming in the gardens of this great nation and the backyard of our modest homes. We have always hailed the cuckoo as the harbinger of spring. This time, it is also manifesting as the harbinger of change. As the cuckoo spreads melody, incidentally the vast sky reverberates with a clarion call. A battle is round the corner. A battle of ideologies and personalities. A battle of promises and performance. India is going to the polls to decide its next bhagya vidhata (destiny writer).

Poetic winter

I wrote nine poems in Janurary 2014 to mark the completion of nine years of the annual department event at my workplace. I have been part of its organizing committee since the inception of this annual event in 2005. I have a deep emotional connect with the event that touches the lives of 500 employees of our department.

I present five of these poems below.

THE NINTH ROSE

For nine years, I have known you

For nine years, I have loved you.

Thus nine roses I send your way

Nine poems make a special bouquet.