By: Dr. Archan Mehta
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Cosmic Reality?
I am an insignificant
Speck of dust
Whirling in this
Vast cosmos,
Dancing like a dervish
In glorious uncertainty.
I do not know,
I am not aware
How, second to second,
Our world will slowly unfold
Like a blanket;
But I look forward,
Moment to moment,
For a wake-up call
That brings me
Closer to reality
From the abyss of oblivion.
Nature’s End?
What can I say?
Here I am: come what may.
The salty ocean dies
With the fish inside.
What can I do?
Well, just between me and you…
They have killed off
Exotic animals and butterflies
This wrecking crew.
I can feel the loss
Of a million hearts
As people gather,
One by one,
To pay their respects
To the dearly departed
A fake lesson was duly imparted.
The nature we experienced
As children is no more.
The green grass has
Turned into burnt bushes
Wild fires abound
Listen to the cry
Of the distant hound.
The funeral marchers carry on
They have a score to
Settle with the Kingdom above
Everywhere,
There is an absence of love.
Xavier’s
Although time swiftly flies
Like a hare on the run,
Who can forget our college days?
I still remember:
Himanshu Desai, strumming his guitar,
Ketan Vadaria, with a
Cigarette dangling from his lips,
And Swapan Dholakia singing
Old, Kishore Kumar numbers with gusto.
And so many old friends,
Lost but not forgotten.
Now, of course, we are older
And burdened by responsibilities,
Obligations and commitments,
But memories have a knack
Of staying with you
Like a shadow that never leaves you.
Who can forget
The St. Xavier’s college hostel?
Those were happy days
Although there was not
Much money going around.
We lived in much simpler
Times then—sans fancy gadgets and expensive machines.
Bidis and “cutting chai”
Were shared and conversation
Flowed like champagne in elite circles.
We are now part of that past
And that past is now a part of us.
How time flies
When you are having fun
Time is like
So many stations
Left behind
By a train on the run.
Lord’s Eyes
I want to climb
A ladder of stars
To reach your eyes
Perched in the sky
Like two lighted candles
Embracing the cosmos.
Bio: Dr. Archan Mehta
Archan Mehta has earned a Ph.D. in Management. Currently, Dr. Mehta is a Consultant and Writer based in India who trains clients in Stress Management through the ancient practice of meditation.
Dr. Mehta’s articles and case studies have been featured in HR Future. HR Future is a leading HR magazine based in South Africa, sourced by prestigious ivy league schools in America (USA) like Harvard and Princeton.
In 1990, Dr. Mehta won a national award for a short story in Onlooker Magazine based in Bombay (Mumbai), Maharasthra, India. The Judge was the late, great Khushwant Singh, India’s celebrated Journalist, Editor, Author, and Columnist.
Dr. Mehta’s works have appeared in numerous publications, such as American Poetry Anthology, Poets United to Advance the Arts, The Times of India, The Indian Express, Mid-Day, HR Future, Business Manager, India Today, Sportsweek, The Statesman, Ahmedabad Mirror, All India Management Association, People Matters and Society for Human Resource Management and Onlooker.
Dr. Mehta is a member of several professional organizations, such as Society for Human Resource Management, Indian Society for Training and Development, Academy of HRD, Rural Marketing Association of India, Ahmedabad Management Association, Human Resource Association of India, Society for Applied Behavioral Sciences, National HRD Network and All India Management Association.
In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll outdoors, listen to music, party with close friends, and read.
Please feel free to reach out to the poet at archanm@hotmail.com or through LinkedIn.
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