my wind

Caress my face gently you will sometimes
Mingle with the rain and pour down my face sometimes
Challenge my countenance and slow me sometimes,
Put me in a tailspin and spiral me down sometimes.
I have no wings nor the weight to fly
Yet you are the wind that will take me to the sky
Without you I am nothing, I am the poet you are the muse,
tables turn, I am the muse, you the poet,
tarry and try to be slow, I am caught up but raring to go.

Why?

Fleeting reality, permanent memories
Growing children, the inevitability of change.
Each day a dusk, each dusk a dawn
perseverance of the brain, the disappearance of brawn.
Yet we strive in the body for the body, why?
The paradox of life, fickleness of the mind, I wish I could tell.
Yet I err...

The bell curve of life

Little stories tucked under my pillow, seldom told.
Our memories, faded yet vibrant, gathering mold, growing old.
Eminence of forty,
a little naughty,
a little spotty.
Bell curves and learning,
life turning,
a candle burning.
Mere mortals we are,
life close, life far.
Clinging to our memories and sometimes evading reality,
meaningless relations, shallow cordiality,
Losing steam yet clinging to vitality.
Silently the wheels are turning,
the bell curve of learning, a candle burning.

Masters of sweet nothings

Promises made, quietly forgotten
Sweet exterior, insides rotten,

We dreamt a dream, you dreamt alone,
Quietly I leave, sad, forlorn.

Now I know what to call you,
Masters of sweet nothings.

A promise here, an assurance elsewhere,
Over the years, reality came bare.

The commitment of time, promises thrown out,
The futility of change, the cementing of doubt.

Simple souls, lost in materiality,
Each sweet nothing, a myth not reality.

The hunger in their eyes, is it for knowledge or money?
Little masters of tact, misled by promises, ironic or funny?

Like putty in our hands, so easy to convert,
With lies and deceit, so easy to subvert.

Time to move on, time to build,
Loyal souls, members of a guild.

No we will not negotiate with those that are ours,
Even to others, send chocolates and flowers.

I came to build and not to destroy,
I leave you my all, go ahead, enjoy.

Walk through my garden, with each step be gentle
Be soft and yet be firm,
You are free to decide, pulpit or mantle?

I know now to call you, the masters of sweet nothings.

Ten Questions by Rainmaker

10 Questions
Dheeraj Malhotra
Dheeraj Malhotra is a Delhi-based partner with Desai & Diwanji specializing in Project Finance, Private Equity and Capital Markets.
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Shimmering lights, twinkling bulbs
crackling crackers, glittering sparklers
starbursts of multiple colors.

The return of a victorious king,
Triumphant and Joyous.
Centuries old, still revered.

Our lives, beliefs, fortune
an eternal circle, joy sorrow, love, relationships.
We evolve, the world revolves, the circle endures.


With love in our hearts we wish you
a very Happy and Joyous Diwali
and
a Prosperous New Year

Chaitanya, Nitaai, Nandika,
Mehr and Dheeraj Malhotra

Yes I know

Yes I know .
Years ago we met as children, grew, matured and started aging, separate paths, unaware. Then we met again, per chance and without designs. At least not designs that we created. Perhaps our meeting was a conspiracy between our fates, which were intertwined but of which we were ignorant.
We share thoughts now and sometimes our mornings , but always far apart. I visualize your day sometimes and you perhaps mine. We mean more to each other than we know, the tragedy is we think we know it all. The nice part is we know, it doesnt matter how much.
So, I know I mean something, still learning though how much I mean to you. I have yet to see your family, but if i know you from the time we spent together long ago or from your writings, there is a lot of love and sensitivity there. Your achievements make me proud vicariously and your words add a strange fragrance to that pride. What you wrote is beautiful, I wonder how much more beautiful is the inspiration.