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POEM: THE SUM TOTAL OF LIFE

June 17, 2017ARTICLE SPIRITUAL, beautiful lines, poem, POETRY, quote, snippet, spiritual, spiritual article, versesarrogance, ego, equation of existence, faith, goal post, humanity, karma, life, lifestyle, lifetime, mission vision, poem, poetry, religion, show off, simple ways, success, sum total, sum total of life, truth, values, virtuesshravancharitymission

The sum total of life was never easy to calculate,

And the equation of existence was never easy to evaluate,

Where, I had rubbed some, and some had rubbed me,

And from this tug of war I could never be free.

But I remember I was born with a mission,

That had a vision,

It also had a goalpost,

And it also had the foremost.

But then what went wrong?

That soon after I was born,

My mission changed and vision altered,

Goalpost shifted and I somersaulted.

Perhaps, in the windings of life,

Attractions were galore,

Where arrogance was available even in a road side store,

And where ego had become the dubious cynosure.

Slowly, all these had become the handy recipes for success,

Where, show off had become the order of the day,

Humbleness had become the emblem of the frail,

And politeness the solemn disgrace.

So, to stay the course,

I deviated from my umbilical holds,

To become that fashionable rogue,

Where, I too, cheated to the fore,

And intimidated others, galore.

One day I met God while walking on the road,

He asked,

Son! How are you?

I replied,

Who are you?

He said,

Well I’m God your creator,

I replied,

But you’re quite a traitor,

In utter disbelief,

He asked why?

I said because you belied,

About the journey of life,

By selling me the futile.

But how?

Asked God,

I said,

Where, it was arrogance you gave me some great mission,

Where, it was ego you gave me some stupid vision,

And where it was show off you gave me that wide goalpost.

But all that wasn’t required,

To rise higher,

So I changed my fire,

And with that my sire.

But son I had sent you there,

For everyone’s welfare,

But instead of welfare,

You became a malware,

And what will God do,

If it has sons like you?

That is your problem God,

If men can’t do what you want them to do,

Go create some other species,

That will help you chase,

Your mandate that is not easy.

Hold on my son,

Don’t throw such a referendum,

Life for you has just begun,

So, let me give you an ultimatum.

Mend your ways,

And return,

To those humble and noble sways,

For you have no idea,

Of the sum total of those stormy waves,

That will only strike you,

When you’re at the twilight of your days,

And that will be too late.

In pursuit of wild success man has imbibed arrogance, ego and show-off leaving behind those splendid virtues of a simple lifestyle. And it is only by practice of simple habits the sum total of your life will move towards the positive side.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

(Archived in 7 prestigious libraries of the US, including, Harvard University and Library of Congress. It can also be accessed in MIT through Worldcat.org. Besides, it is also available for reading in Libraries and archives of Canada and Cancer Aid and Research Foundation Mumbai)

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(Co-published by Cankids–Kidscan, a pan India NGO and Shravan Charity Mission, that works for Child cancer in India. The book is endorsed by Ms Preetha Reddy, MD Apollo Hospitals Group. Book was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2016)

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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STONE PELTERS IN KASHMIR VALLEY

May 1, 2017beautiful lines, poem, POETRY, politics, UncategorizedAmarnath, Anant nag, BSF, CRPF, Hazrat bal, Huriat, india, indian army, ITBP, kashmir, Kupwara, Nishat bagh, pakistan, separatist, srinagar, stone pelters, Uri, Vaishno Devi, valleyshravancharitymission

Few lines on Kashmir Valley that is undergoing the worst of turmoils

“Gar firdaus, ruhe zamin ast, hamin asto, hamin asto, hamin ast”,

Which, translates to

“If there is ever a heaven on earth, it’s here, it’s here in Kashmir.”

What should have been the valley of smiles,

Has turned into a stone pelters den,

A misguided nuisance,

Not in the interest of anyone.

When Kashmir bleeds,

Separatists are relieved,

But when there is serene,

Separatists feel the demean.

From valley to the mountains,

From lakes to the rivers,

From tourism to winter sports,

You have a whole lot of things.

Nesting in between,

Korakoram and Zanskar,

Pir Panjal and Himalyas,

And in and around,

Hazratbal, Mata and Amarnath,

You have so much to pride and revere.

So, in those blessed and scenic surroundings,

What made you pick up stones?

What made you devastate your own home?

And what made you surrender to those rogues?

What makes you feel India is not your own,

And Pakistan is your home,

The grass is not greener on other side,

Take it from someone who is known.

Use the stones to build the valley,

Use the stones to preserve the valley,

Use the stones to kill the enemy,.

Use the stones to rip the separatist.

India is your home,

Where you’ve grown,

So leave Pakistan alone,

And fight for your country’s throne.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

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IFSC code: BKID0006805

Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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POEM: IN THE ARC OF TWILIGHT

March 14, 2017ARTICLE SPIRITUAL, column, poem, POETRY, spiritual, UncategorizedAlmighty, birth, breath, charity, end, enjoy, god, kindness, life and death, love, opportunity, poem, poetry, rhythm, setting sun, sunset, twilightshravancharitymission

In the arc of twilight,

When the day recedes,

Night retrieves,

Is when the daylight dims,

And darkness begins.

That makes me wonder,

Is it time to surrender?

Where the end looks closer,

And time every minute a bulldozer.

It appears as if,

There isn’t much left to render,

For the thread of life,

Now looks slender.

So the time looks ripe,

In the realm of life,

To account for,

What you missed in the strife,

And gathered in the stride.

But before the destiny strikes,

And takes you by its might,

Into the wide blue yonder,

That is full of thunder,

As you have to surrender,

It gives you a chance to remember.

Therefore before the untoward arrives,

Scan through your haphazard life,

To slate it out for your own sight,

What you could attain,

And what remained in vain.

And rejoice,

To the gift of life,

That the rare attain,

Wrapped in the hallowed domain,

Under the aegis of the sacred saint.

So reflect honestly,

To the count of your vivacity,

To feed your own vanity,

And ask yourself.

Did you see what you wanted to see?

Did you do what you wanted to do?

Did you say what you wanted to say?

Did you love, whom you wanted to love?

For the rhythm of life,

Is only, as wide,

As the breath of life,

Where, only the lucky go past,

The fill of life.

So before the destiny arrives,

In plentiful,

Be kind,

Be sublime,

For that is prime,

In God’s mind.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

https://kamleshsujata.wordpress.com

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IFSC code: BKID0006805

Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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REMEMBRANCE—AMMAJI

January 30, 2017beautiful lines, column, ngo activity, obituary, poem, POETRY, quote, spiritual, Uncategorizedamma, ammaji, children, death, few lines, life, look after parents, Ma, memories, mother, parents, poem, poetry, remembranceshravancharitymission

Remembering mother on her birthday

Moms are special. They are never too old for their children. They continue to bless. Even more special are their memories, when they are gone. That keeps rocking you, all your life. Look after her as long as she’s alive. As beyond that it is only sad remembrance. Few lines in her honour.

MOTHER

Years don’t distort,

Time doesn’t warp,

Lifetime doesn’t blot,

As mother’s priceless memory,

Always remains atop.

Even when I know you’re not there,

Yet there is always something,

That tells me,

You’re somewhere here and somewhere there,

For my life and for my care.

In the measure of time,

You carried me up to cloud nine,

Then cradled me with all the rhymes,

You fed me to grind,

And taught me to shine.

My maiden friend,

The first to comprehend,

My lifelong mentor,

And evergreen centre.

In the shackles of time

You were always mine,

But when shackles unshackled,

God took you away in no time.

And since you’ve gone

Life is bereft of umpteen charms,

But the soul connect is still alive,

That revives the vibes

And that’s how life thrives.

Of all you taught me,

Each virtue is still fresh,

I May have forgotten school,

But you’re still afresh.

As time passes,

More of it comes along,

Just like your loving memories,

That keeps coming on and on.

Ma you’ll never fade,

You’ll always shine like the jade,

As long as I live,

And even beyond my days.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

https://kamleshsujata.wordpress.com

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IFSC code: BKID0006805

Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

(Archived in 7 prestigious libraries of the US including Harvard University and Library of Congress. It can also be accessed in MIT through Worldcat.org. Besides, it is also available for reading in Libraries and archives of Canada and Cancer Aid and Research Foundation Mumbai)

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(Co-published by Cankids–Kidscan a pan India NGO and Shravan Charity Mission that work for Child cancer in India. The book is endorsed by Ms Preetha Reddy, MD Apollo Hospitals Group. Book was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2016)

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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POEM: BIRTHDAY GREETINGS-SHRAVAN

January 23, 2017ARTICLE SPIRITUAL, beautiful lines, ngo activity, poem, POETRY, snippet, spiritual, spiritual article, Uncategorizedapollo hospital, bad times, birthday, cancer, destiny, gloom behind the smile, god, good times, greetings, january, kindness, lifelong, lifetime, ngo, remembrance, SHRAVAN, shravan charity mission, wishesshravancharitymission

DEAR SHRAVAN

I saw you here and I saw you there.

Even when,

I know all very well,

You aren’t really there,

And every year on this day,

You do send me to despair.

When I reflect,

I still can recollect,

Those lovely moments,

When you were born,

And I had thought,

We’ll be together lifelong,

But that was not to be.

In your fight for life,

I remember with gripe,

Seasons had come and seasons had gone,

Where time was kind but destiny was strong,

Though time fought well, yet destiny won,

As it snatched you,

With its divine intents.

Now that you’re gone,

There isn’t too much of a song,

Except for the noble mission,

That you had brought along.

You often come in my dreams,

That brings me loads of serene,

Is when, I willfully dream,

To serve those sick umpteens.

It is said,

Life is a mystery,

Where destiny is another name of cruelty,

But God is kind,

And time is like a serpentine.

And when I bring it upon myself,

I realise,

Your short span was indeed the mystery,

Where destiny pulled off the cruelty,

And between mystery and cruelty was God’s beauty,

But where time still meanders like the serpentine’s ferocity.

In this windswept life,

One more year goes by,

But I’m happy to tell you,

I’ve kept your mission alive.

So rest in peace,

For you have achieved your destiny.

***

In warm remembrance of our son’s birthday. Who left us some years back.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

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https://kamleshsujata.wordpress.com

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NAME OF ACCOUNT: SHRAVAN CHARITY MISSION

Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

IFSC code: BKID0006805

Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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POEM: THE RAT-RACE

January 17, 2017beautiful lines, column, poem, POETRY, quote, quotes and lines, SATTIRE, Uncategorizedcareer, competition, corporate, creator, daily life, dreams, faith, hectic life, karma, lifelong, lifestyle, lifetime, neck to neck, office, poem, poetry, promotion, race, rat-race, sweet dreams, wisdomshravancharitymission

THE RAT- RACE

In the heat of life,

There was never a summer,

But when the heat was over,

Only the winter got closer.

In my hectic life,

I was always uptight,

About things that mattered,

And also about things that didn’t matter.

In the days of heat,

Life was like a marathon race,

Where some pseudo brainwaves,

Had termed it as a rat race.

One initially thought,

It’s a onetime race,

But sadly, it turned out to be,

A lifetime of a race.

Where, the rats were surprised,

That it was some enterprise,

Where man stole the race,

And made it into a rat race,

And that too, without their gaze.

It all started well,

Like the string of jingle bells,

But soon the jingle was over,

And you were left as a rover.

There was so much to do,

And so much to improve,

Where I had my own dreams,

To brew and stew,

Until one day I realised,

I had a career to pursue.

Between the race and career,

Man had no breather,

Soon he became a teaser,

And with that a big schemer.

That resulted in endless pursuits,

And pointless disputes,

Bereft of generosity,

And full of ferocity,

Where humans were estranged,

And demons were ordained.

From exhaustive to repetitive lifestyle,

To loads of competition,

Until one day I realised,

Sanity was about to get paralysed.

As the stance of life was changing,

Where heat was evaporating,

Where winter was upstaging,

Grace was receding,

And where time was forsaking.

Is when I asked the creator,

What happens now?

When heat becomes cold,

Summer becomes winter,

Hectic become skeptic,

And I become rustic.

Nothing said the creator,

As good sense of life is always greater,

Then the rat race,

That happens to be a crater,

And in disguise a hater.

So come out of it,

To live in the winter,

That also has a summer,

That also has a shelter.

For rat race is just a phase,

And phase should not be a craze,

And the ultimate is encased,

In the wisdom of faith.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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Shravan Charity Mission is an NGO that works for poor children suffering from life threatening diseases. Should you wish to donate for the cause the bank details are given below:

NAME OF ACCOUNT: SHRAVAN CHARITY MISSION

Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

IFSC code: BKID0006805

Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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POEM: I’M 60

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POEM: CLUTTER IN MY MIND

November 16, 2016beautiful lines, casual causerie, poem, POETRY, Uncategorizedacrobats of life, attitude, brain, clutter, devil's workshop, ego, empty mind, empty mind is a devil's workshop, god, heaven, hell, journey of life, life, lifetime, me, mind, poem, poetry, sin, spiritual, youshravancharitymission

CLUTTER IN MY MIND

When my mind ceases to work,

It drives me berserk,

When I’m reminded of the curse,

Where clutter is at its worst.

If empty mind is a devil’s workshop,

Cluttered mind is a spooky den,

Where emptiness is a result of nothingness,

But clutter an offshoot of plentiness.

When I began doing things,

I came out of my emptiness,

But by doing too many things,

I only cluttered my wits,

But whether it is emptiness or the clutter,

Void or the litter,

Song or the clamour,

Both in excess,

Smother the rigours.

And in this baffling world of mine,

One wonders at times,

From where to begin,

And where to end,

The acrobats of life.

At times when the mind fails to act,

And slumps into emptiness,

Succumbs to everythingness,

Deviates from equilibrium,

In the poetry of existence.

I realise the hollowness,

Of both,

Nothingness and everythingness,

In this world of lavishness.

One day when I opened my eyes,

To read my mind,

I could only see zigzag and criss-crosses of empty lines,

That only revealed the reasons,

For the clutter in my mind.

So delete the clutter,

Throw away the litter,

Remove the flutter,

To avoid the gutter.

For life is to live,

Life is to give,

Life is to steer,

And life is to gear.

So beware of the clutter,

That rides over your grey matter,

For life is all about,

Living away from the clutter.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

https://kamleshsujata.wordpress.com

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Shravan Charity Mission is an NGO that works for poor children suffering from life threatening diseases. Should you wish to donate for the cause the bank details are given below:

NAME OF ACCOUNT: SHRAVAN CHARITY MISSION

Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

IFSC code: BKID0006805

Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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POEM: FASCINATING GOA

November 12, 2016beautiful lines, causerie, goa, poem, POETRY, Uncategorizedarabian sea, big foot, casino, club mahindra, colva, cruise, dolphins, francis xavier, goa, konkan, mahindra holidays, museum, panjim, parusharama, portuguese, spice park, vasco, waterfalls, western ghatsshravancharitymission

Thanks to Club Mahindra for our beautiful trip to Goa.

FASCINATING GOA

In the lap of beaches,

And cradle of ravines,

In the vicinity of high seas,

Lies she—to my glee.

Splashing all the way on one side,

Is the Arabian Sea,

And rising high on the other,

Is the Western Ghats with its aromatic breeze. .

And stretching all across,

Is the wave of Konkan,

Well bounded by tall Karnataka,

And robust Maharashtra,

To my ecstasy.

From rivers galore to heritage hallowed,

It has water, lush and the blush,

From Mandovi to Francis Xavier,

From Aguada to dolphins,

And from cruise to casinos,

It has everything, but me.

It reminds you of Parashurama,

Who fought back the advancing seas,

To save the lands of Konkan,

From the turbulent seas.

From temples of Devi,

To shivalaiyas of Shiva,

From ferry cruise to waterfalls

Goa remains a paradise to see.

An Epitome of Utopia,

Last word in greenery,

First choice in scenery,

And ultimate countryside in serenity,

A destination to recoup,

Where every bit is a wonderland,

Without being in the foreign land.

Where Portuguese came,

Only to remain,

Till India conquered,

Goa’s firm reigns.

Friendly people,

Noble souls,

Where one doesn’t fear,

Nocturnal strolls.

Water sports,

Sightseeing,

Dance and band,

Pub and hug,

In the least of smug.

Soft friends and cordial people,

Where disciplined drivers make civilized traffic,

With no lights in busy crossings,

And no honking, as Goa speaks without talking.

It feels like heaven,

As if I’m just out of Old- Tavern,

I loved being there,

Where memories need to be preserved,

But I will often wonder

How soon I can re-visit

Goa and its thunder.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

https://kamleshsujata.wordpress.com

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Shravan Charity Mission is an NGO that works for poor children suffering from life threatening diseases. Should you wish to donate for the cause the bank details are given below:

NAME OF ACCOUNT: SHRAVAN CHARITY MISSION

Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

IFSC code: BKID0006805

Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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POEM: THE VILLAIN OF MY LIFE

October 19, 2016poem, POETRY, Uncategorizedblessing, calamity, curse, death, despair, distress, doomsday, failure, hero, life, nightmare, poem, poetry, spiritual, success, villainshravancharitymission

By Kamlesh Tripathi

THE VILLAIN OF MY LIFE

For every triumph I praised myself,

For each success I hailed myself,

But for each failure,

I never nailed myself.

Failures were hard to ingest,

And they were hard to digest,

And, therefore, for all my failures,

I created a villain in myself.

Whom I blamed fair and square,

Whom I condemned in all my nightmares,

And cursed each time I was in despair,

For all the failures that I couldn’t repair,

And this became a habit while in distress.

Until one day,

In utter rage,

I killed the villain with my own umbrage,

Fearing I had created a Frankenstein,

That might return some day.

For, I thought, forever, my failures were over,

And my debacles are forestalled,

So villain is no more required,

But success was still awaited,

Where my final victory was only round the corner.

So happily I proceeded,

Despising the villain,

Amplifying myself,

But not adhering to the tenets of life.

But as life would have it,

This time it was a calamity that struck,

Wiping out, all my successes,

And bringing about my doomsday.

But this time I had no one to blame,

As the villain was dead,

Whom I had killed myself,

And that made me realize,

Do own up your success,

But don’t blame someone else for your mistakes.

***

By Kamlesh Tripathi

https://kamleshsujata.wordpress.com

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Shravan Charity Mission is an NGO that works for poor children suffering from life threatening diseases. Should you wish to donate for the cause the bank details are given below:

NAME OF ACCOUNT: SHRAVAN CHARITY MISSION

Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

IFSC code: BKID0006805

Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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Category Archives: POETRY

POEM: THE SUM TOTAL OF LIFE

STONE PELTERS IN KASHMIR VALLEY

POEM: IN THE ARC OF TWILIGHT

REMEMBRANCE—AMMAJI

POEM: BIRTHDAY GREETINGS-SHRAVAN

POEM: THE RAT-RACE

POEM: I’M 60

POEM: CLUTTER IN MY MIND

POEM: FASCINATING GOA

POEM: THE VILLAIN OF MY LIFE