Juno Forgotten!

June you are special as you woke me up from the fever.

Hours, days and years passed you still didn’t change

You kept coming back the same way… giving emptiness

You stirred the black magic again!

Time ticked in its own pace.

The one gone by says you are the one I missed you for life

The one far away and where I want to be, has asked me to be away

How shall I complete this strife?

How long must my soul wipe the tears of the craft?

Can my heart ever conceal this sweet scar you make?

Is it a hallucination or suffocation I did for me?

Memories are crystal clear chased my moments I hold dear

Does the ceaseless sea at least accept the turbulence?

I fumbled and stumbled, I fell apart on this summer equinox.

The waves gush to wake me up and remind me that everything is contagious

I don’t wish for damnation, but I didn’t cry for six years and my eyes are dry

No fights to fight…. This is dangerous

Being forgotten is beautiful. Being forgotten is sad.

But being forgotten is not our wish!

JUNE

JUNE - Unblocked

It is summer and warm for you
Summer brought joy for you.
It is raining and sultry for me
Rain brought tears from you
I wait for the clouds to clear up with the sunshine
That in wakened state, you come back June
as we unblock the passion to play our fevered song. 

Rainbow

Whatever you do, whatever you are
There will always be sunshine after the rain
Perhaps I may stumble, perhaps even fall
But I wish for your warm embrace.
You are far but knows my heartache and every tear
A word from your lips can calm every fear
My sorrows may linger throughout the night
But suddenly vanish at dawn’s early light of your thought
My knight  you are waiting far
To give me affection and send me love
Whatever I cross, whatever I dream
I will see rainbow after the rain

Two Chairs

Summer evening at a bar
As we sipped H2O unlike others
The bustling noise of a teen group
The drama of an old dating couple
The lustful eyes of mid 40’s lady

Summer evening at a bar
As we watched baseball like others
The enthusiastic mindless talk
The joy of a dinner together
The memoir of love that noon

Summer evening at a bar
As you say goodbye
The tingling poetry in me
The kiss on my cheek
The two chairs never become one
strewn like stars in the night sky!
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Detroit DTW to Dallas DFW

Detroit DTW to Dallas DFW

A page from my dairy

05/29/18





Today was quiet an unusual work day, especially after Memorial Day weekend.
I missed my flight to Dallas this morning, so had to reschedule to next flight (DL5996) as I gear up to meet the Disney team this week.
I had an aisle seat 11C on this flight and I arrived in my row first. A few minutes later, a young lady said, excuse me, and I got up to let her into the window seat. She looks tired, bit upset and melancholic. I helped her fix her bag on the cabin above.
As she sat, in a fraction of second introduced herself as Madhavi Chowdary from Hyderabad. I reciprocated and told I am Eeshwar Janaki. Citizen of USA, moved here 27 years ago as a student and now working as a senior media consultant at CISCO.I went on to share my story to her, which is quiet surprising on my part. As I spoke to her, I attentively observed to first guess her age, she looks around 30, her wedding ring tells about the relationship status.
I told her, I am 54 and had earlier unhappy marriage for 16 long years. She deeply sighed as if, why am I telling this to her.
I told about my Ex. wife Malathi who was also from Hyderabad and it literally took 16 years for both of us to realise that we are not meant to live together, in spite of being a high profile arranged marriage, both earning hands full and of all no children. She was Type A and same as me, so we always had arguments for every single conversation we had, and home was just a hell. I went on to tell her how I met Chanya in Bath, UK during my one year of work there. I remember the sweet love in her small deep eyes, when she came and told me that she wanted to live her rest of life with me. Looking at Madhavi affirmatively, told her that I was already divorced before I met Chanya.
Madhavi gave a smile through her brown wide lips.  I didn’t ask her about her marriage, not sure whether it is a happy one unlike the majority. Yesterday my daughter “Maya” turned one and shared her pics of the celebration. Madhavi told this is amazing! I told her, how my mum always, believed one day _ I will have a child, always quoting reference of M. Karunanidhi  of having his youngest child at age of 54.
Even doctors were surprised when myself and Chanya responded positively for the fertility treatment in spite of our age factor. Chanya at 43 and many odds circumstances, she gave me my beautiful angel.  Listening to this she replied to me “miracles happen”.  Yes! every day is a miracle we tend to run away or least acknowledge them from beautiful blessings life gives us.
Went on to show her pics of our holiday last November Chanya's village where the elephant festival is quiet a big tourist attraction in Thailand. I was feeling very contented as I shared my story to this young lady, who is just a co-passenger couple of minutes ago.  I shared her about my Buddhism inclination since last ten years, my meditation experience in Dallas centre. Vipassana meditation, taught me to see and accept things as they are instead of how I wanted them to be. My experience in toast master club, which helped me in public speaking. Which have totally reviewed my life and has given a better meaning.
I shared my recent experience of ketogenic  diet and how my 79 year old mum in India is also following. How I turned back my life twenty years back, wearing the same size trouser. Gave away clothes to The Salvation Army and purchased new for my wardrobe
Why I want to live long.... keeping myself fit as I have responsibility for my wife and loving daughter.
We continued to share about the books, I read recently, about my friends in US and back in Hyderabad. I was just amazed to share my story to Madhavi.
At last told her, this is Karma and we had a deep connection of past life and God gave me this time, to tell my story. She sighed as if was in a dream and needs to retrospect life. I found she appreciated my new-found love through my wife and blessing of my daughter arrival. These may mean different to her at age of 30, I am pretty sure _ she will start thinking of her career, if it is not gratifying; If her marriage is not passionate as it supposed to be; If puzzled as she seems, she will take up vipassana meditation in days to come. Of all she doesn’t seem to be decisive as Donald Trump but arguably a stronger lady of her age.
Not sure, whether I will speak to her again or ever meet her as we didn’t exchange our contacts.

Glad I met her today! 2hour 40min flight, I almost told her everything.