Darshan Chande

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"Reflections", the words from my heart

Intended for someone to listen to
Without my telling.
They speak of my sorrow, and of my joy.
Some reveal my feelings of hatred
And some, of my sweet cherished love.
They wish not for acclaim
Nor for words of appreciation.
They wish just to be read
And acknowledged.

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Eat it. Imbibe it. Play with it. Immerse in it.

Hold hands and run along the river with it. Take it to
the mountain and watch the sunset with it.
kiss it. Hug it. Make love with it.
Or if you don't like it, just leave it alone. Desert
it.
I hate to say it, but it is my intellectual property.
Do not steal it. Do not sell it.

Darshan Chande
December, 2007

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Index

Moments of Love
Adversities
Noble Atheist
For Books
A Middle Class
Missing Friendship
Disparities
Tragedy
Knowing Each other
Love's Strange
Do You Remember?
Do You Enjoy?
The Naked Body
Defeated
Reading Minds

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Moments of Love

When all world played foul with me

And folks of my own forsook my hand
In those moments of utter despair
My love had been my strength

When I turned up ecstatic, having done a new verse

Found no one on earth to applaud for me
In those moments of disappointment
My love was there to stand by me

When I saw people making love to each other

Thought how blessed everyone's, but me
I found her in my arms the moment I so thought
Her lips on my own, making love to me

Never do I want to wake up, if it's dream

Never could I endure it being untrue
Or let me flee to the domain of angels, where
Every dream of yours is made true

My life's but the pillar of hopes

Made up of stones of the moments aforedescribed
If those moments be refused to me
What cause shall I have to abide the life

The moment I weep she weeps with me

Her bliss in my joy does rise and grow
Why on earth should I not sustain
Sweetest, those moments of love!

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Adversities

Let me show you today,

how great our relationship is.

I say, I don't like sexy girls;

(but cute ones as you are)
they've no brains to be arrogant for.
You say, a boy must be
as striking as Shahrukh.
I wish no more than
owning a bicycle.
You cherish a dream
of a ride in the Mercedes of our own.
I abhor talking and thinking of
money all the time.
You job in a bank.
I envisage a beautiful girl
wearing flowers in her hair.
You demolish my fancy
terming it anachronism.
I compose lovely verses
soaking of your magnitude.
You say you enjoy anything else
to reading poems.

Those are a few

adversities we share.
Yet one thing
in common we have, is:
You love me, and would
do so more than everything else;
and I love you too, and would
do so more than, perhaps, myself.

Damn the world, I say.

So what if I'm eighteen and
you're twenty-four or so.

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Noble Atheist

When a noble atheist dies,

Sprinting, the Hindus would reach.

'We will have it cremated', they'd demand.
'He was as Hindu as we're.'

The Muslims wouldn't hold 'emselves back.

'It will but be coffined.' They'd squabble.
'He was ours, wrong you're.'

Wonder not if dead atheist rises

And declares, 'Fight not for me you fools!
Leave me for maggots to bite, it'd please me more.

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For Books

All books that I read, nice and best,

Are my friends, light and bosomest
They listen to my thoughts without haste,
Some gratify my soul's innermost taste

The books are my only relations of worth

On my lonely - loneliest earth
My soul's bitterest anguish they soothe
They make fresh hopes in me now and again take birth

Folks tell me insane, always absorb'd in books

How can I help if only they like myself look!
They approved of mine, folks sniff'd at and shook
Why wonder if books for joie de vivre I took

There is so much grand from books I learn

Such knowledge poor folks would never earn
Books, the Gods of knowledge, I term
Are the priests with advice of everyone's concern

Books are now my life's support

Without them I reckon my bliss would abort
Their influence is so mingled with my soul and heart
They hold in my existence an immense part

So much so to me are those books

Yet those books are... oh, but books!

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A Middle Class

The richest of men who killed others

When riches vanished would die
And dying poor if turned rich
Would kill without wisdom to apply
But the middle class if became poor
Poor he wouldn't for long remain
And he the wisest when grew rich
No happier chance could be seen

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Missing Friendship

It would have been nicer

Had you become my friend first,
And then wife;
So what if you knew beforehand,
As did I too,
That we loved each other!
It would have but added thrill
Into our loving hearts on every meeting.
How fantastic is the thought of
Indulging in the friendly talks
With a loved one!
You would, with your pounding heart,
Have tried to intimate me of your love,
While I would pretend
Not to have understood; just to tease.
And every now-and-then
Some talks of 'double meaning' would
Sprout between us,
Both understanding it all, but quiet, blissful!
And I would have shown you my poems
That implied, at many places,
Of my love for you;
You would have read them with joy
Showing impatience to read more of them
That would show me to heavens!
But now, we should not be sad
Thinking of that, but lead lovingly.
Little owing to our fates,
And little, the hostility of the world,
We would not, anyhow, have enjoyed
The friendship.
So I proposed you directly, as time matured,
Knowing you were still the same -
You loved me.

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Disparities

A shabby-clothed, bare-footed,
languid, poor, little boy of Nine,
or Ten, begs on the railway platform
for a hand to help him lift
the sack, weighing, I suppose,
not less than Twenty kgs.
Upon being favored, he runs
up the FOB, the sack on his head,
out for working.
I recall the other boy, of the same age,
studying in Convent, going places
by cars, exuberantly attired.
And just then, thousands of rich
and poor boys, I see, standing before me,
side-by-side.
And tears shine in my eyes; for
I am ashamed of being human.

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Tragedy

O little child,
O one-and-a-half-year-old sonny,
When you walk into my house
With your little, stumbling steps,
You actually enter my heart
In form of a sort of bliss.
Straining your chubby chicks
When you smile, nay, laugh, it sounds
Sweeter than the peels from heaven.
And then your two tiny teeth that appear
Between your unpursed lips make you
All the more sweet.
Ah! your untied, swirling locks
Are softer than the breeze.
And your small shiny eyes
Are damper than a river.
Your whole plump little figure
Has the supremacy of an angel.
You arouse craving in my heart
To have as captivating a child as yourself
Of my own, and the loveliest-in-the-world
Wife of mine.
But ah! my angel, oh! my little darling,
It pains me see you growing up
Day-by-day, moment-by-moment...
Turning more and more human!
And I hate you for that!
For you would either make a wise man
And lead a life so sordid,
So wretched, so full of miseries as mine,
That I wish you not, o darling;
Or you would become an head-off,
A typical human-
Oh, you had better be dead instead!
There is no greater tragedy, I ain't sorry to say,
Than a growing human child...

O sonny, I love you not!

O little angel, I love you not...

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Knowing Each other

Tell me more and more of yourself,

and I keep telling you of mine own.
Let life be a quest for us
for knowing each other.
Tell me what you like and love.
Tell what you detest and abhor.
And when enough of these 'general' things is said,
do please tell me further more.
I would relish probing into
most intricate of your ideas, that
you might not otherwise have
fancied discussing of.
Be a child - every new discovery,
however little, and unimportant-seeming,
tell me, and
be sure of sound acknowledgment.
We would thus sustain
the yet-undefined stratum
of understanding;
and the thrill and comfort arising
out of it, that the most have
lost with their childhood.
Let me understand you unceasingly.
And do the same upon me, and
care not if life, for it will, flows on
knowing each other.

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Love's Strange

It's so strange how an unknown person

occupies the God-like status in one's heart.

Unknown? Well, let's analyze it.

Apart from knowing you by face

I know your name; and you know mine;
and some other little things,
though not expressly asked for from both sides.

And your blithe heavenly figure

is so impressed on my mind
that I can recognize you coming
from a mile's distance.

Upon hearing the word Woman

what hovers in my thoughts
is but your womanly appearance,
as if you were the only woman in my world.

Your womanly eyes with a bright sparkle into them,

and long hair touching your wonderfully curved bosom,
are the excellent-in-their-kind graces
the Nature has conferred unto womanhood.

It's so strange, the way your eyes

talk of yourself so much.
They tell how acutely you feel the same way as I do;
most delightingly, that how madly you too love me!

Having known so much of you

unknown you are but for name's sake.
It's different thing we are not
related in a worldly fashion.

It's so strange how one could know someone

just by presence
and observations.
Without the mouth's utterance.

So strange it is, the Love and all of it –

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Do You Remember?

Do you remember that wonderful evening,

and the half-hour we spent together?
How blessed and elated we felt then at heart!

Those moments, by your presence,

are made immortal in my life.

Do you remember, how awfully it had thrilled me,

your smiling at me. (ah! your first smile for me!)
The things we then talked of
are still pealing in my ears.
And the touch of your fingers, so subtle as rose-petals,
even now nestles on my hand.

How audaciously, do you remember,

you revealed you care for me;
and how cleverly I took it
for what you intended me to,
that greatly you loved me!

Do you remember all that?

I do... and just that, of all my life.
Had that half-hour not been to my life,
can't say if I would have survived...

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Do You Enjoy?

At the end of the show

they come to me, and ask:
did you enjoy it?

This is the most agonizing question.

People often say, enjoy the moment,
enjoy whatever you do,
enjoy the life... etc... etc...
I ask my heart,
what it means by enjoying?
and it starts crying.
I wonder if it's ever known an answer to it.

Yes I did, I say with a smile.

And they think my eyes are damp of happiness.

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The Naked Body

I long to explore
the oceans,
and the rivers.
The mountains,
and the valleys.
I long to feel
the thunder,
and the storm.
I long to kiss
the fire,
and the snow.
I long to smell
the soul of fragrance.
I long to touch
the creation...
I long to explore
the naked body of a woman.

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Defeated

I was a child
A poor child
Poor at studies
Poor at making good friends
An unintelligent poor creature
With no understanding of how world works
They were hopeless of me
Said I can never become anything
My parents often sighed seeing my poor ways
I was considered a loser
But,
I was happy
At least not what they believed,
A loser

I am a man
A respectable young man
Brilliant at studies
With ability to make friends from highest class
An intelligent well-to-do creature

They are wordless, spellbound

And so happy
Seeing me thriving
Earning well
From a high-profile job
Seeing me become
As every parents wished their child to be

They believe I have won,

Am a loser-turned-winner

But,
In this world
Ruled by wealth and power only,
And where money is the only God,
And no love,
No understanding of truth,
No respect for mother nature,
Full of only and only destructive activities of men,
I feel myself

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So unworthy of belonging to this universe

A winner-turned-loser

I feel myself
Defeated
So relentlessly defeated

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Reading Minds

Sometimes I think
how great it would be
if I could read people's minds.
Then I would be saved of
a great lot of troubles.
Troubles attached with
making a friend,
behaving in a party
so as not to look like a fool,
understanding mom's tactics
about keeping me from thinking about "her".

I wouldn't have to give in to

their bloody pretenses no more...
No one would succeed
in deceiving me,
and breaking my heart later.
I will read everyone's selfishness
before they lure me into their trap.

How great that would be, really!

But... would I ever make a true relation then?

Because I see no relation existing
without a purpose...

But there's still a lot

to enjoy through it.
At least, I would identify those
with the purposes matching mine own
without investing a lifetime into it.

Like, I wouldn't have to spare

my night-after-night's sleep
wondering about how to seduce a girl.
And no more maddening agonies, no more
craving of the soul... for a bloody damned thing
which everybody happens to want...
...but, unable to read people's minds...

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My web-presence:

Reflections:

"Reflections" is the complete collection of my writing. My poems, my

short-stories, essays, epistles... My thoughts. My everything.

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Me and Literature:

Me and Literature is a modest collection of modern and classic world

literature.

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Reader’s Archive:

On this blog I post things that I read and find stimulating enough to
share with friends and others. Some of them reveal my own thinking,
while others are just interesting reading... A healthy mind chow,
especially, for those who are ardent readers and thinkers.

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The SciTech Journal – empowering minds:

The SciTech Journal is a richly informative project. As its name and the
catch line suggest, it attempts to answer various questions arising in
common man's mind relating to science and technological phenomena.

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