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No legacy is as rich as honesty to leave behind
No asset is as great as honesty that enriches mind
No voice is as powerful as honesty,your heart to guide
No word is as meaningful as honesty to swell with pride.

One who adheres to principle and facts , is honest
One who loves for-what-than-who-you are , is honest
One who inspires to be fearless and upfront , is honest
One who dares to raise voice against injustice, is honest

In actions ,words and dealings -be  clear and  transparent
Corruption,bribery,flattery and nepotism-be always against
Greats endure pain to follow righteousness,however difficult
On life’s tight walk ,do not crave to strike rich without sweat.

Win over lies,deceit ,treachery with love,respect and fair play
Honesty is a jewel that shines-shines brighter,rest fades away
Honesty is a bitter pill to gulp,gulp you must to lead the way
Quality than Quantity of life matters most,at the end of the day.

A child should be taught to be honest at a very early age
Set an example by emoting honesty at every step and stage
Honesty instils compassion ,concern,credibility and courage
It is a  virtue that differentiates between a devil and a sage.

Stakes may be high ,don’t ever compromise on values
A Right can never ever be Wrong ,however one views
Forever under HIS scanner,keep hands clean and heart true (HIS ...GOD)
Give best to the humanity the best will come back to you.
(C) Bhargavi Ravindra ...........B’lore
            Dated  : 09/05/2019
My moments .....
*****
Moments of joy,moments of bliss
Moments of love ,moments of Happiness
Moments of share,moments of care
Moments of hope,moments of despair
Moments of tears ,moments of cheer
Moments of mine,moments of yours
Moments of us, moments of ours
I pack these tiny moments
In my heart
The small treasure house !
My whole life is safe n secure
In these tiny moments,
And I pull them out
When I need them most.
When the road is long
And I am not strong.
When my eyes are blurred
Tears are too  tiered to flow!
I am frightened to look at
Those dark shadows
Advancing rapidly
To unsettle me .
Helplessly when
I watch
Like sand  ,life slip thru,
These tiny moments
My precious ,
My cherished moments
Come to my rescue!
Surround me
Hold my hands
And console me
Lift me up from the lowest of lows
Ever so graciously !
Copyright(C) Bhargavi Ravindra....
My moments .....
*****
Moments of joy,moments of bliss
Moments of love ,moments of Happiness
Moments of share,moments of care
Moments of hope,moments of despair
Moments of tears ,moments of cheer
Moments of mine,moments of yours
Moments of us, moments of ours
I pack these tiny moments
In my heart
The small treasure house !
My whole life is safe n secure
In these tiny moments,
And I pull them out
When I need them most.
When the road is long
And I am not strong.
When my eyes are blurred
Tears are too  tiered to flow!
I am frightened to look at
Those dark shadows
Advancing rapidly
To unsettle me .
Helplessly when
I watch
Like sand  ,life slip thru,
These tiny moments
My precious ,
My cherished moments
Come to my rescue!
Surround me
Hold my hands
And console me
Lift me up from the lowest of lows
Ever so graciously !

(C) Bhargavi Ravindra....May 2018 ..
Àŧùl Jul 2021
My new novel
Is now available
On the online circle
Of Amazon Kindle
As a soft copy eBook
And as a traditional
Hard copy novel

It set it in beyond COVID19 days,
Read what I write as a PhD scholar.
I know that China modified it,
Naturally, CoV won't affect us so much.
China altered it in the Wuhan lab,
They made it a novel Coronavirus,
They called it nCoV19, ask why,
Because they engineered it in 2019.

My novel talks about it,
This sin is punished,
Not just by India,
But also by USA,
And everyone sane,
There happens WW3,
The Negative Axis powers are:
China, North Korea & Pakistan

Indian Army has HuSaVe's,
Human Safety Vehicles,
Robotic suits that the DRDO creates.
China copies them,
Removes the human part,
And makes GHOST's,
Global Human Omission Safety Transformers.

The story is built with a lot of action, some technology and a bit of romance,
A lot of red shades make the story, some blues for it and a bit of pink,
For writing it, I wasted not a microlitre of real ink.


Indian Army comes up with TASIP,
Terrestrial Army Soldier Improvement Program,
And the protagonist, Ravindra Thakur is selected to be one of them.
He becomes a genetically modified soldier,
The DRDO has a specialist scientist Dr. Malakar who does it with his team,
CRISPR-Cas9 is used to elongate all his telomeres,
And now he has stronger chromosomes.

Ravindra & his batchmates can handle extreme doses of hormones,
Adrenalin, human growth hormone and testosterone to name a few,
These hormones can otherwise **** people in such high overdose,
But his sixth sense is strengthened and even the seventh & eighth senses top with those,
You begin to read it and if you can't put it down, blame it on me,
Cross-references to my previous novel help bring your heart closer,
Yes, the novel is sci-fi, army, diplomacy and hypothetically viable too.
https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B095Q76Z52/

My HP Poem #1933
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Don't wait for her, oh heart.
Let her be gone.
She was like an Air India flight & you're on her no-fly list like Ravindra Gaikwad!
Indian politician from Maharashtra by the name of Ravindra Gaikwad misbehaved with a flight crew member and slapped him just to flaunt his power. He was blacklisted by the Indian Aviation Industry and he can no longer fly to any destinations.

Thanks for the inspiration for this write, Kalpana Arora ji.

A funny poem.

My HP Poem #1601
©Atul Kaushal
World from black n white era has moved to a digital one
Just a finger on the button and the job is over and done
Now memories are digitalised and selfies are a craze
Photographs so painstakingly clicked are no more a rage Stood in melancholy reliving bitter sweet memories of days gone by
Structured in frames were cherished moments freezed
as life passes by !

Photographs of Parents ,grandparents, kids ,friends galore
Each one had in its frame life captured and tales of yore
A euphoric mystery that surrounded those photographs were visible
A Larger than life persona were captured in minuscule.
From positioning to fixing up light to the final click
A delightful squeak that erupts developing as contours pick .

The photograph made its way to the most prominent place
Glorifying every smile, teardrop ,agony, warmth with unmatched grace.
Adorning my wall of fame was a faded photograph of the last day of school
A pair of dark twinkling eyes ,two piggy tails that held  unruly curls
In our school uniform one last time we stood ..eyes wet
Then light flashed -smilingly,holding hands we posed for a picture perfect !

The school girl now with silver streaks,hiding tears adjusts her specs as she laughs
And sheds fifty years of her life as she spots herself in that photograph!
Copyright@Bhargavi Ravindra
If I am still walking on a thorny path
Bearing the brunt of every one’s wrath
Survived the pain inflicted and scathe
It is your smile …..I draw strength !

Life gives thousand reasons to shed tears
It suffocates you ,till disarmed of every cheer
At breakneck speed ,leaves you out of gear
It is your smile …ups and downs I manoeuvre !

Your dazzling smile brightens up my day
Brilliance of it keeps the lurking ghosts at bay
A lighthouse-a lone boat in storm to see its way
It is your smile ….Life’s turbulent sea I sail thru’ !

Of all the virus smile is most contagious,infectious
To spread as a pandemic wish people are gracious
It carries you miles oozing of energy so boisterous
It is your smile …..to IT heart n soul I surrender !

When-my day is dark and dusty ,there is a flash of light
My night is lonely and rusty ,there is an angel bright
My vision is blurred and welled there is a rainbow in sight
It is your smile ….to the pristine ,celestial blue I soar !
Copyright @Bhargavi Ravindra
Betrayal
***
She trusted him with her life
She sat dazed and perplexed
Her heart  bleeding blood ,eyes drained of emotions
“Oh , How ! How could he do this to me ?”
She questioned herself again n again
As her dreams lay shattered on the floor
On her face, with a bang happiness shut the door

She had trusted him with her life!
He promised her ...life full of love and happiness
Her life was soon to resurrect from that abyss !
She heard the stars whisper “world is your oyster,
Go....Go....Go for it ; make it yours .”
Thought in her fantasy with a twinkle in her eyes
She has just to raise her hands to cup those stars!
Soon her dreams were to come true
Her world soon to shine bright of myriad hues.
Her heart thudding ,beating like a drum
As she thought ,here ...here he comes
The moon shone with a hallow
Jasmine scented silver night staged a show .

Cocooned in her thoughts ...she forgot
Agonisingly long wait ..tears it brought
The moonlight grew pale and dull
Before the storm ....was the ominous lull
Happiness receding, fear gripped her heart
The dreams slowly readying to depart .

Though the Sun came out of the dark cover
But the morning glory was never ever for her
He had left her high and dry for some gain
Blind to her miseries and gnawing pain .
This betrayal of love was -
Worse than all the pain put together
Alas ! knew her life would never ever be like before!
Copyright(C)Bhargavi Ravindra


.
World from black n white era has moved to a digital one
Just a finger on the button and the job is over and done
Now memories are digitalised and selfies are a craze
Photographs so painstakingly clicked are no more a rage Stood in melancholy reliving bitter sweet memories of days gone by
Structured in frames were cherished moments freezed
as life passes by !

Photographs of Parents ,grandparents, kids ,friends galore
Each one had in its frame life captured and tales of yore
A euphoric mystery that surrounded those photographs were visible
A Larger than life persona were captured in minuscule.
From positioning to fixing up light to the final click
A delightful squeak that erupts developing as contours pick .

The photograph made its way to the most prominent place
Glorifying every smile, teardrop ,agony, warmth with unmatched grace.
Adorning my wall of fame was a faded photograph of the last day of school
A pair of dark twinkling eyes ,two piggy tails that held  unruly curls
In our school uniform one last time we stood ..eyes wet
Then light flashed -smilingly,holding hands we posed for a picture perfect !

The school girl now with silver streaks,hiding tears adjusts her specs as she laughs
And sheds fifty years of her life as she spots herself in that photograph!
Copyright@Bhargavi Ravindra
The  beautiful night in its starry veil,drenched in petrichor
Strolling amidst unique fragrance galore
The wetness of grass, its tantalisingly intoxicating perfume
The sound of trees and the rustle of dry leaves in the woods
The quite salubrious surroundings
Outpouring of nature -Full of soft tender, alluring blooms
Hills and valleys splashed with shades of green
Unfolding life’s myriad hues,unseen
Crimson sky casts a spell as night soaks in the scented air
Tiny buds of Jasmine amidst vibrant green leaves....marble white
As a beautiful damsel ‘s dreamy almond shaped eyes
The soft tender petals of jasmine open up to the ardent night
One ,two,three...goes magic wand ...the tree full of white blooms
The night sky has tucked stars on the green fabric of earth,it looks!
Jasmine...so tiny ,yet, mesmerisingly beautiful and tender
Cool breeze teasingly ever so gently blew past her
And to the night’s delight ,blooms laid the white carpet on earth
None knows ,if blooms shed tears as they met their creator,
World woke to deafening clamour,to gaze through due drops
Reminiscent of nights glamour!
Copyright(C)Bhargavi Ravindra.....24/4/2020

At times joyous , happy blissful memories
At times agonisingly hurtful ,painful stories
Folklores of a pristine love of yeasteryears
As drops on withered petals,shines through my tears.

As I flipped through the pages of my old diary
Yellow, wrinkled, faded pages spilled memories
Strange expressions laced with myriad emotions
Bitter sweet saga of life’s unheard commotions !

Rough gurgle of stream gushing along the river side
Tear savaged smile …….grudgingly hovered around
Trees bereft of leaves worn a forlorn look in fading light
On blooms withering petals dust shone thru dark twilight.

On life’s unstitched fabric these withering petals
Come alive as feast to the eyes,poetry to the soul
I stood at the threshold of fulfilling cherished dreams
Alas! our journey together was like moonlight’s gleam .

A whiff of cool breeze caressed my longing heart
Once rejoicing, withered petals today moans their fate
Memories of bygone era will hold me against all odds
Tender love of youthful innocence pays rich dividends!
Original,Copyright @Bhargavi Ravindra
At the break of the new dawn I stepped  out in open
Was stunned by the echoing sound of silence
Lost in the man made world,sadly, we look for evidence
He hears our silent prayers,yet ,we search for His presence
The blow dealt by sound ,silence ,like poultice -it heals
Always are painfully vocal -the tears shed in silence !

Silence is more powerful than Thousand spoken words
Has a lasting quality and dimensions of its own .
The sound of silence often reflects our thoughts
Leaves behind a trail of our shattered dreams and hopes!

The feel of the wind blowing past you
The dry leaves resting in eerie silence
The calmness surrounding the dipping Sun
The chilled silence of a frozen night
Are music to ears when carefully heard!

The world is growing at frightening rate and so also noise
No body talks ,they scream to be heard
The vehicles to a screeching halt ,music crying hoarsely
In the sea of noise is drowned forever life’s melody
The silence that communicates
The tilt of an eyebrow , the slight curve of the lips,
The clasping-unclamping hands of a bride,ruffle of her veil.
Stop a while and listen to the sound of deafening silence with-in !
   Copyright(C)Bhargavi Ravindra....8/7/2020
She yelled”Crush me, will gush out with vengeance more strongly as a stream
My desire to live and conquer will wipe out darkness like Sun beam
******* to smithereens ,but ,me bullied into silence? No ......never
No one ever pities me ,no one has the right to define me ........ever.”

He cried “ Take away my childhood but dare not ****** dreams from my eyes
Today I am victim of circumstances, tomorrow may hold a surprise
Discourage me every step of the way ,but,me stopped ?No ....never
No one ever suppresses my voice ,or strangles  my spirit ........ever.”

Born out of wedlock she is unduly the victim of tarnished identity.
Respect him for- what he is than who he is - don’t deny him dignity.
Let their innocence,youthfulness,exuberance be the essence of beauty.
Usher in a new dawn,sans bleeding hearts,throttled laughters and fractured society !

Girls are born victims of gender biased, so called progressive era
They are trapped in bottomless dark pits,yet,may be called Akira
They are victims of greed,need and misdeed of male chauvinists
Kids,marred,scarred,tarred,dumped for life, them who will uplift?

In our zeal to conquer we have all but landed on Mars and Moon
Progressiveness of civilised world,who decides it is a bane or boon?
A crying shame ,children are deprived of their innocent childhood Women,the torch bearers of society,who cares for the tears THEY shed ?
Copyright(C)Bhargavi Ravindra.........29/5/2020
Akira....A Japanese word means light, bright ,clear..

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