Works of RK

I started blogging in 2004 on rediff. I exited because by 2006 or so there were more of aphrodisiac promos than serious blogs on rediff. Lately, they have revamped the looks, but the content remains just as cluttered and stupid. I am pasting below one of my very first blogs in as is where is condition. Much has changed in the years that have passed, my job, the place I live and most of my life; but Sebastine remains my favorite :) ---------------------------------- [16/06/2004 07:42:14] | [rajeshkmr7@rediffmail.com ] Men like them This is my first week into the blog world. Three days since I first posted my poems of love and longing, I have now decided to put up some characters I come across in my life and who are radically different from others . I am a plantation executive and thus unlike others of my ilk, my lot is piled with the bluest or the blue collared workmen. Six estates and six years down the line this job and the interent has together finished off all poetry in me. Consiste

I have stood here at the wings, watching you play those myriad roles.  You have been in love with the lights, the crowd that cheers have lent you wings; and from these wings, I have seen you fly.  The songs that you sing are from stories that were ours, the smile that you flash is the one you practiced with me for hours; and the moves that you make are the ones you rehearsed with me over the years.  You make a wonderful act. I wish I were a part of the crowd, I wish I were out there cheering with the crowds. I could have moved on when the play was done, I would not have had to wait all this long. Waiting in the wings is lonely. There is so much more to see out there.  Up here, I only have you. And it is a very long way back home. Rajesh

For the winds that will never blow For want of Autumn leaves For Spring that would never come For want of Summer showers For dreams I would never dream For want of simple sleep For places I would never be For want of alternate destinies For a life I will never live For want of alternate choices For memories I have forgotten And memories I could not erase For reasons I would not agree to And for those I could do without For songs I sing and those I don’t For friends I have and those I lost For all the time that was mine And for a time when there will be none. For those who wait for me And for those who miss me from beyond For all that I know And for all that is unknown Rajesh

Addiction by Rajesh Kumar

Colors Of The Sun by Rajesh Kumar

The trail to my Home passes through a garden stretch. I see the Constant Gardener always at work. He would nip a bud here, there; allow a wild flower to bloom. He would plant a hedge here, drive a wedge there, water some beds here, and leave some beds in gloom. In places, I see patches of dandelions in bloom and areas where the dead flowers have left behind their persistent thorns. There are miles and miles left fallow, for when the time is right, he will make new flowers grow.  It has been years since I started, will be some more until I reach Home. And as the decade turns the corner, I look forward... for there is nothing I see when I look behind. And as I plod on amidst thorns and flowers, with me my world plods on. Rajesh

Floated into 2011 with Lifehouse. Nothing else but "Storm" could come close to explaining my thoughts on you to myself. Shared here with lyrics for readers to enjoy the power of this number: Storm how long have I been in this storm so overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form water's getting harder to tread with these waves crashing over my head if I could just see you everything will be alright if I'd see you the storminess will turn to light and I will walk on water and you will catch me if I fall and I will get lost into your eyes and everything will be alright and everything will be alright I know you didn't bring me out here to drown so why am I 10 feet under and upside down barely surviving has become my purpose cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface if I could just see you everything will be alright if I see you the storminess will turn to light and I will walk on water and you will catch me if I fall and I will get lost into your

Sam Dear Sam, You are the closest to what Santa can get if he were living amidst us today, hmm! …funny that I never checked your id, you might be HIM! Sa(m)ta? There are so many reasons for me to be thankful of your presence in my daily life that I won’t start being a bore.  Thank you for being a groucho to all the right people and a saint and close friend to all the wrong people (including me!) You are a friend, a guide, a leader a driver and a coach all at once, no wonder you take so much space :) Because of you, I have lesser worries to worry after, because of you, my balding crown still has shades of black!  Thank you so much for being such a wonderful human being. It is a pleasure having you walk this earth at the same time as me. Prayers and Wishes for all years to come :) Rajesh

Peter Ballem (Best Boss 2010 winner *) Dear Sir, A lot of us look forward to a new year to make resolutions, convey good wishes and express our joy at the miracle we call daily living. I thought I would use the last day of 2010 to do the same. Thank you for making a wonderful difference in my life by just being yourself.  When Lehman Brother’s lost it, I had you to keep me propped up; when the world was falling apart all around us and the only news was generally bad news, your presence was a great anchor to me.  Thank you for being kind and listening, wish I has these attributes too :)  Thank you for being candid and yet retaining your composure, wish I could get some of those skills too :) Thank you for being my favorite crib buddy and going through yards of rants almost every day. Thank you for suffering me, I assure you, this will continue, (after all, life is full of suffering)! You are a lot of things I wanted to be, but then there is this wonderful you… s

It is the longer path I used to tread, one with nothing new in it, no new stories, no fairies no gnomes. I had been lucky to have you walk some miles with me, through these otherwise deserted roads. Now that you walk no more, I have found myself stuck in the same stretch that we walked together for ever more.  A new journey begins where the old one ends. I rediscover everyday the same old crossroads.