Poems.

When the true moon shines.

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Everyone talks about love, why doesn’t anyone talk about Heartbreaks?

Let us normalise talking about heartaches.

WHY IS 1ST LOVE DIFFICULT TO UNLOVE?

It’s just when you realize that CSK is going to win the match with 1 ball and puny 2 runs to win
And a traumatic wicket gets lost,
The observer keeps on counting the broken heart pieces just hitherto Pi’s value is reached.

On similar lines, as intoxicating Pehla Nasha is, so is equally the excruciating pehla Hamdard is.

Maybe because when it’s the first time, you genuinely feel, insecurely ponder, innocently wish,
Yes, this is it.
This is what true love feels like.

And when the Guileless
Glass Taj Mahal is broken into millions of prism shattering sept colour, the life becomes too colourless to survive.
To breathe.

The gullible feelings never truly leaves, for just like the waves it loves to keep returning and robs away the granular sanity, gleefully torturing the shores for five eternities.

After sustained atonement for falling and diving into love,
Your body regrets to host such a soul, your brain determines the world is conspiring against you, the mind wonders what evil it had done, that this sorrow is bestowed upon me while the heart is shivering,
It’s hopeful yet afraid of ever finding true love again
if it truly exists.

The Body requests it’s occupant,
Please, O, Please my lord,
Go and hide, my master, for I can see the future no more.
Give me some grains of poppy or better, full ale of it
My lord I will believe our time has come, let’s go and finally sleep on the merciful lap of our holy mother.

The Brain advises, fear not my fellow,
I will give my best,
I will strive my everything not to ever let you make the same godforsaken mistake again.
I will always be on guard,
for now,
I have seen how treacherous a harmless Lily can be.

And mind speaks up,
Fear not oh my heart,. you have felt what true love is,
Carry on,
Walk along the Destined path,
For you don’t know b when you stumble upon a Kohinoor while weeping over a lost pearl.

Heart finally talks to itself.
The past is definitely Beautiful and I’m glad that love happened,
If it was written, that it may happen this way, so be it.

I have got no Regrets,
For I have now known the happiness of true love,
I have come to the realisation,
All the time I was weeping in the forlorn corner,
I serve a much bigger role as the instruments of the one up above,
For my purpose would be to spread,
Seamlessly, Indifferently, Unconditionally,
The bliss of eternal love around me.

Yet, I have this youthful craziness to jump again,
Into the depths of the marooned sea,
If ever the true moon shines,
When the true moon shines.

If it shines.

Yours Only, Dinesh Raja, a Romantic of Zindagi.

Those eyes. Those eyes.

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It’s a poem dedicated to all the women having beautiful black mascara – kajal laden eyes.

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It’s a tribute to God for making the most magical attribute of Women.

Why make them so beautiful, that one skips his step and trips over, like a fool.

Why make them so magical, that one takes a breathe and forgets to exhale, lose his call.

Why make them so cute, that he becomes a blushing brute.

Why make them so deep, that makes him want to swim unto it.

Why make it so black, that he’s dumbfounded like a crack.

Why make it so pretty, that he gets all jittery.

Why make it so lovely, that he becomes more lively.

Why make it so pure, that all he does is adore.

Why make them so deadly, that he falls for it madly.

Why make it so warm, that he’s mesmerized by her charm.

Why make it so enchanting, that his eyes, keep chanting.

Why make it so graceful, that makes him Bow, and be grateful.


Yours Only,
Dinesh Raja,
a lover of life.

A Single season can’t have it all

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Warm Winters can’t have a colourful evening,
because mist gathers around in the inning,
A Single Season can’t have it all,
each part make it one for all.

Rustic Rains can’t have juicy mangoes,
because water and they are foes,
A Single Season can’t have it all,
each part make it one for all.

Shady Summers can’t have petrichor,
because the soils are busy working their chore,
A Single Season can’t have it all,
each part make it one for all.

Sombre Springs can’t have sun’s radiance,
because it’s too busy spreading out ambience.
A Single Season can’t have it all,
each part make it one for all.

Airless Autumn can’t have new buds,
because its sober with the dead duds,
A Single Season can’t have it all,
each part make it one for all.

A single human isn’t whole,
all of us makes ourselves beautiful,
A Single Season can’t have it all,
each part make it one for all.

Yours Only,
Dinesh Raja
A Curious Otaku.

AND SMILE WHOLE DAY

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Credits: Dr Asmita Singh.


(Yes, it’s a rangoli!)

Prologue:-
‘This Diwali what personal demon you would like to conquer’
My subtle jivataman replied,   ‘Thyself.’
Because
“Every man is his own worst enemy”
– Christina, Queen of Sweden

As Lord Ram returned from his exile,
Let us all wake up from thoughts that are senile.

As Devi said to the masses as before and as now,
Awaken O child, outgrow your old self and bow down,

The biggest Hindu festival which lasts five days,
Listen to what Valmiki, the old sage has to say,

Look inside, look within my child,
These five Tama gunas, ready to turn you wild,

Lobh Krodh Moh Kaam Ahankar,
If left unchecked can degrade you too far.

So when the Goddess Lakshmi visits your home, 
Make sure your lobh, greed is gone!

On the NarakChaturthi, when the demons lookout for your urn,
Ensure that all your krodh, anger is already burnt!

Then comes the main festive, the day, the grandest one,
Decrypt and decipher Moh, the materialistic illusion,
For what matters at the end is nothing but your loved ones,

Govardhan Pooja, the day when Lil Krishna displayed his humble might,
Strip down Ahankar, the evil ghoul, beat him down, in the good fight,

Doting sisters pray and bless brothers on Bhai dooj,
Dissolve your Kama, in the unwavering waters of sister love’s deluge

That’s all I want to say,
Keep these wicked ones at the bay,
And Smile the whole day.


– Dinesh Raja,
A lover of life.

AND SMILE WHOLE DAY

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AND SMILE WHOLE DAY




Credits: Dr Asmita Singh.


(Yes, it’s a rangoli!)

Prologue:-
‘This Diwali what personal demon you would like to conquer’
My subtle jivataman replied,   ‘Thyself.’
Because
“Every man is his own worst enemy”
– Christina, Queen of Sweden

As Lord Ram returned from his exile,
Let us all wake up from thoughts that are senile.

As Devi said to the masses as before and as now,
Awaken O child, outgrow your old self and bow down,

The biggest Hindu festival which lasts five days,
Listen to what Valmiki, the old sage has to say,

Look inside, look within my child,
These five Tama gunas, ready to turn you wild,

Lobh Krodh Moh Kaam Ahankar,
If left unchecked can degrade you too far.

So when the Goddess Lakshmi visits your home, 
Make sure your lobh, greed is gone!

On the NarakChaturthi, when the demons lookout for your urn,
Ensure that all your krodh, anger is already burnt!

Then comes the main festive, the day, the grandest one,
Decrypt and decipher Moh, the materialistic illusion,
For what matters at the end is nothing but your loved ones,

Govardhan Pooja, the day when Lil Krishna displayed his humble might,
Strip down Ahankar, the evil ghoul, beat him down, in the good fight,

Doting sisters pray and bless brothers on Bhai dooj,
Dissolve your Kama, in the unwavering waters of sister love’s deluge

That’s all I want to say,
Keep these wicked ones at the bay,
And Smile the whole day.


– Dinesh Raja,
A lover of life.

Yaar yeh baarish

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Yaar yeh baarish itni khubsurat kyun hoti hai,
ki ek bilkul thake hue insan ko udar hi,
Uss pal mai, thama de.

Yaar yeh baarish itni haseen kyun hoti hai,
Ki koi bhi chint-chinta ho,
Usse hava mai yuh mita de.

Yaar yeh baarish itni sukoon dayak kyun hoti hai,
Ki koi bhi dard ko,
Usse wo thandak pohocha de.

Yaar yeh baarish itni pyaari kyun hoti hai,
Ki sacha pyar bhi,
Uske saamne pheeka pad jaye.

Yaar yeh baarish itni taazi kyun hoti hai,
Ki koi bhi baasi yaadon ko,
Usse paani mai baha de.

Yaar yeh baarish itni anokhi kyun hoti hai,
Ki baar baar dastak dekar bhi,
Hamesha nayi pal jaisi lage.

Yaar, mai khuda ka shukriya ada karta hoon,
Kyunki baarish ko janam di,
Kyunki, baarish hai,
Toh mai hoon.

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Grishmi Baarish

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Grishmi Baarish
i.e Summer Rain.
An ode to the summer rain.

Jaisi nayi shaadi kiye dulhaan ki husn,
jo woh sharama sharamake apne aadaon maano hava mai mila rahi ho,
aur tum uske paas na jaa pao,
Aise kyun tadapati ho tum grishmi baarish.

Jaise Pratham Mausam ke aam ki Sugandh tumhe bula rahi ho,
parantu tum usse chum na sakte ho,
Aise kyun tadapati ho tum grishmi baarish.

Jaise pyaase musafir ki sukhi gale mai,
keval ek boond amrut ki sparsh kiye ho,
Aise kyun tadapati ho tum grishmi baarish.

Jaisi pahile pyaar ho,
aur tum bekrar ho uss khub chehre ko dekhne,
Aise kyun tadapati ho tum grishmi baarish.

Hum intezar kar rahe hai tumhari,
dvaar pe sarr thamae,
grishm ki kapde ugadkar,
aaogi na jaldi tum, baarish?

Sirf Tumhara,
Dinesh Raja.
@29th April, 2021.