HAPPINESS FEST

people are nice and people are good
only we should accept them as they would
for there is a world full of smiles and fun
and entry is open to all ,forbidden to none
so come and join me in my quest
treat this as an invitation or request
let us make at least one person happy per day
and organise a happiness fest
mukul

Wishes on your special day

You....my dear friend
a friend in need
a friend in deed
you are always there
in my happiness
in my sadness
sharing the good times
and the bad times
you.... a wonderful friend
with so much of care and love
I just could not thank you much
for everything you have done for me
i will always treasure your friendship
and as 20th. January is a special day
i wish you 'Many More Happy Returns Of The Day'
may God Bless you
showers you with lots of love
happiness and good health
love you as always my dear friend.

The Pangs Of A School Boy

I Love To Get up on A Holiday Morn
And Hear the Birds Singing On every Tree
The distant neighbour Blows His Horn
I Wait For Him To Join Me.

Together We Study,Skip And Run
Enjoy The Morn Every Possible Way
The Birds Singing All Along
Make us Cherish Every Moment Of Day.

All Such Studies Made Under the Trees
With The Birds Singing All The Time
I Find,I Cherish And Remember well
Why Then I Can't Do This Every Day?

To Go To Studies On Other Days
It Drives From Me All My Joys Away
Under The Eagle Eyes My Master Casts
I Spend The Day To My Utter Dismay.

Tis Then At Times I Go To Shell
Remain In My Own Dreamy World
Many Such Anxious Moments I Spend
Till Brought To Earth, By My Teacher,Who Else?

The High Domed Walls With Marble Floors
Stacked With Wooden Planks Galore
To Me Appear Grey And Dull
With Mother Nature Just At A Moment's Throw.

How Can A Bird Born For Joy
Be Asked To Sit In A Cage And Sing?
How Can A Boy Who Nature Loves
Be Asked To Study In A Concrete Den?

Oh My Loving Mom And Dad
I Know Your Interest Lies In Me
But If Stripped Of My Infant Joy
How Can I Feel It Ever In Me?

Study I Must,I know, I Will
But Let Me Study The Natural Way
Let Me Join The Birds In The Trees
And Enjoy Their Singing As I Study Beneath.


Composed By BAIYU---Mumbai December 2006
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Know Thyself

When as a child, I asked my mother
Pray why am I born in this world
She dazed and paused but smiled and said
"Dear,to grow,earn and live well".

Live well I did and years rolled by
Yet my quest remained unanswered
And so I asked my Kith and Kin
Pray why am I born in this world?

Ofcourse they said in corus aloud
To look after us all well
I smelt their greed but took all in stride
The quest remained unanswered.

As I grew in age and wisdom
With my hair turning grey
I asked myself the unanswered quest
Pray why am I born in this world?

Lo and Behold the answer came
That I knew was right comjng from my heart
To know MY SELF and the SELF IN ME
And to see the same in my Fellow Hearts.

As I pondered well and deep
Clarity followed like the Day after Dawn
Birth I will have again and again
Till the Self In Me Is Seen By Me In All.


Composed By ---BAIYU Mumbai Jan 2002
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RECRUITER

Note---This Poem Was Specially Composed And Dedicated To All Recruiters On The Occasion Of National Recruiters Day Celebrated In Mumbai On 9th March 2007. As The Composer (self) Is Engaged At The Moment As A Management Consultant In a Recruitment Company After Retirement From Regular Service,I Also Got The Opportunity To Present And Read Out This Poem In a Forum Held In Mumbai On this Occasion.


Blessed Is He, A Born Recruiter
And Also The one Who Yearns To Be
Brings An Aura Of Joy Galore
As He Recruits People Like You And Me.

To Please One,You Displease another
Is The Saga Of Life As One Doth See
In This Midst,Apart He Stands
Doubly Blessed,Truly Is He.

I Remember Those Days Of Mine
How I Longed For A Job To Hold
No Recruiter Was Then On Sight
To Bail Me Out Of My Pain,I Know.

How Fortunate My Successors Are
You Have A Recruiter In Place For You
Knowing The Pain You Feel On Asking
He Gives You The Pleasure Of Being Asked.

From One Of Asking To One Being asked
The Pleasure One Gets Only Do I Know
Having seen The Days Of Scarce
I Can See Clearly The Recruiter's Role.

Shall I Call You a Magician,Oh Recruiter
For The Changes You Bring In One's Life?
With Your Magic wand,The Recruitnent Skill
You Are Now An Icon In The Corporate World.

You Are Also A Specialist In Your Own Right
No Less Skilful Than A Lawyer In Court
Perhaps You Are Both Moulded In One
More I see You, More I Gasp---Behold.

I Bow To Thee,Oh Recruiter
For The Noble Role You Play
As I Pray To My Lord In Heaven Above
May Your Tribe Increase.


Composed By BAIYU----Mumbai 08 March 2007.
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The Woods

When I First Wandered Deep In The Woods
Twas A Long Time Ago
I Was Then A Lad Of Ten Years Old
Living In A World Of My Own.

I felt No Fear, Neither Stress Nor Strain
Stillness Held Me Though,Twas Only When
The Sun Set and The Moon Gave No Light
I Cared To return Home.

When I Came To The Same Woods Again
Later As A Man With Dreams And Hopes
I Felt a Change In Me, I Knew
As I Paused To Walk Alone.

I Wished A Mate To Hold My hands
And To walk With Me and Roam
But Finding None ,The Woods Gave No Delight
I Longed To Return Home.

As Seasons Changed And I Grew In Age
I Came To The Same Woods Again
I Then Mingled With The Nature Around
And Found It a Place Fit For My Home.

The Woods was The same And So was I
Yet To Me It Changed With Time
Tell Me Friends, Why This If U Can
Or Is It By God Destined To Be So?


Composed By BAIYU ----- Mumbai June 1992
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Who am I ?

I went in search of my Master one day
To know from him the ultimate say
To seek an answer to my eternal quest
WHO AM I AND HOW DO I REALISE THE SAME?

To this my Master answered thus
This cannot be taught by anyone yet
One can know this only thro' Self
Can at best help me find my way.

As I seeked his help to guide me thro'
He prepared the base by Saying Thus
What you are does not change
And what changes is not you.

With this as base He further said
He would query me to which I reply
One reply leading to another query
Would help me address my unanswered quest.

The process appeared simple and plain
Readily agreed to what He said
To the maiden Query my Master put,who
I think I am, I mentioned my name.

On my so saying my Master countered
Were you not christened after you were born?
Being so you were present before you were named
How then you say you are your name?

I then realised His logical thought
Besides being christened days after birth
Name can still change without me changing
This being so how can I be my name?

Realising this I asked my Master
To proceed further querying me
He said He has the only same query
Who I now think I am?

Chastened from my earlier lapse
I answered with caution,am my Father's son
To which my Master retorted thus
Are you not also Father to your Son,
Husband to your wife, Brother to your sister,
Student to your teacher and many such Roles,
All capped in one ?

This being true, how can I be what I said
which is different at different times
I so said meekly to my Master
I realise, I realise what I am not.

You are then in the right track, my Master said
To know what you are,must know what you are not
I hence ask you once over again
Who you now think you are ?

Prompt came my reply now
Feeling certain I was right
My body,this body,tis'what I am
Being with me from cradle to my grave.

My Master smiled,a mischievous smile twas'
Noting my confidence born out of ignorence
Are you certain your body does not change,
As only then you can be your body as you say.

Knowing my Master and His wisdom well
I paused and pondered at His say
Tis the body that changes as a person grows
From Infant to Youth ,to Old Age onto Grave

Besides the body further changes thro'
Health,to Sickness and to Decay on days
If these be the changes the body goes thro'
How can I being changeless be my body as I say?

Knowing my Master would tell me the same
I ventured to correct without waiting for His say
Tis not my body Oh Master,I realise,tis' my mind
Which is me,am sure of what I say.

My Master to this paused to respond,For
A moment I thought I was in the right
Little did I realise then,His pause arose
To my failing to see the Light.

With a deep breath my Master said
Think before giving tongue to your thought
If the body you realise changes fast
Do you think your mind ,if any,is lagging behind?

I felt small, crestfallen on my face
Slowly but steadily recouped myself
Realised the mind is ever so fickle
Changes its state every moment of day.

Mind is cheerful at a point of time
Moments later is sad and morone
Besides with body changing as it does
Tis' but well known,Mind does not lag behind.

Realising this I felt small and shaken
In casting my views with undue haste
Surrendered to my Master in all humility
Prayed He showed me the Light on the Way.

My Master patted at my back and said
No cause to feel any sorry or shame
This is the path one has to tread
You are treading it fast and in right way.

When to my Master I now cried in full
Unable to look any further beyond
My Master in His Infinite mercy
Chose to change the pathway for me.

He now ventured to address me thus
What you are is not just merely the same
Tis' also blissful at all times ever,Knowledge
Of this leaves all other happiness behind.

Sensing perhaps I was still not vlear
My Master chose not to await my response
Instead said to remember this
Material happiness is but transitory
The state of what you are is the
State of Bliss At All Times.

He now asked me pointed and blunt
How I felt after a deep sound sleep
And whether this feeling remained the same
Without any change in measure every time?

Startled at this query put with a Razor Edge
Unrelated I thought to what was so far said
My response to Him was instant and clear
A Blissful Joy I cannot explain.

You are right,said my Master,patting me again
This is the State of your Inner Self
This is where the Self in you,remains
Undisturbed by your body and mind
This is the state of Eternal Bliss
Beyond all Realms of Human Mind.

Seeing me shaken with a face that was blank
My Master ventured to throw further light
Without my asking He proceeded thus
This state of yours is the same for all
Is neither born nor does It die
Remains unaffected by emotions within
Also unaffected by the external world
Is the state you realise your True Inner Self
Knowledge of this makes worldly life futile and naive.

Although I felt what told was clear
Creeping doubts surfaced in my mind
What my Master said I still found Vague
I was not clear of what to say.

Reading well my thoughts as only He can
My Master chose to address the same
Spoke to me in a clear gentle tone
That did well in keeping my concerns away.

Now that you have heard the state of your Self
Know it the same as the Self or the Soul
Housed in the mortal body and mind
It acts only as a witness to their actions galore.

Slowly but surely I felt my doubts declined
Ventured to ask my Master how to realise the Self
Finding my request sincere in purpose,
He hastened to tell me further on the same.

To realise the Self,Learn to look Within
Mind as the carrier bring under control
This can be done by cleansing off its dust settled
Over it for years thro'your acts and failures.

Cleansing is done thro'a detached outlook
To all worldly affairs your Body plays
Hasten the process by providing support thro'
Scriptures and prayers and following the saintly says.

Do not forget,Never ever forget
All that you see in the material world
With all its actions,dramas and scenes
Is but an illusion as is a Dream.

You realise this illusion once the mind is cleaned
You then wake up from the sleep of Wordly Hounds
You then see and realise your true inner Self
A merger with this frees you from all wordly bounds.

Hearing this I felt a chill running thro'my veins
As I got up to thank and take leave of my Master
I knew the seed to realise my Self has been sown
Tis'now for me to nurture it and grow
Which I pledge I will try to do without fail.

But when I say this,I also realise
If what my Master told me of Self
I found it so difficult to absorb in me
How much more difficult I will find it to be
As I go thro' the process to realise the same.

COMPOSED BY BAIYU LONDON MAY 2004
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Farewell to Thee

Oh London,A City of Tourists' delight
Everyone's dream to see U without fail
UR Culture and Heritage Rich and Splendour
Under A Monarch Popular and Wise.

I hail from India,a Land with Mystic Air
A Land rooted since Mythological Times
A Land You ruled over many decades
A Land resurrected now on its rise.

I know not why my son embraced You for his living
Though this made me visit you far more than once
Every time having stayed here for long
I now know You better than otherwise.

When I ask Myself the question
Whether all that I see in You
Is worthy to Replicate back Home
The answer I get is No,an Emphatic NO.

Greenary,Clealiness and Discipline
Plenty and Boutiful You Have acquired
Surely worth to carry back Home
Beyond I see nothing in U to admire.

The Silence on which You take much pride
Reminds me of the Silence Of Grave back Home
Devoid of any liveliness all around
I rather leave it for the Grave to hold.

Your not meddling in others' affairs
Did appeal me when I saw You first
But finding an Indifference in Neighbourly cares
It now appears to me more a self centred act.

Your Culture and Heritage truly Rich
But I find in it nothing to boast about
Tis no richer than what We have back home
Dating to periods long before your birth was known.

When I see the Children here spend their Times
In closeted doors be it in School or at Home
Outside weather playing truant at Will
Deprives them of mingling with Nature around.

I realise how fortunate we are back at home
Where Children together in open play
Midst Fun,Frolic and Joy galore,what a pity
Your children miss the joys of childhood days.

As I see my son with his kith and kin
Engaged in routine day to day chores
I see the Stress mounting in their eyes
Having to do everything all on their own.

It looks crazy for every Act
Minor or Major otherwise
One here has to do all by oneself
Devoid of any outside support.

Why my son chose U for his abode
I frankly do not know
Is it your external glitter clouding his sight?
He will then realise as he grows with age anon.

What Destiny has in store for me
I also do not know
Tis God's will if HE brings me here again
Time alone will tell
With my growing age and failing health
As I prepare to go back Home,
For the moment I can say but this
'Oh London I bid farewell to Thee'.


Composed By BAIYU London 07 Jan 2008
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Hankering for love...

Whenever I think of you,
You smile at me and I at you…
When you blush as your tiny hair cover your cheeks,
I envision the twinkling moon stealing a look from mist…
Every word you speak jingles the strings of my heart,
That creates a rhythm for my day to start…

You are the choicest creation of gracious GOD
and every night I sleep to catch a glimpse of yours…
I wish one day I will be your sweetheart
and exchange our Sweet Nothings heart to heart….
Oblivious in your eyes I would come as close,
as the waves and the sea and the fragrance of rose…
I would reckon and breathe every breath of yours
and would caress you as the Sea and the Shores…

But I couldn’t decipher the enigma…
Why but God makes One love Other
and the Other yet another...
But if you tell me ones,
that you have the same feeling as I do...F
or I would make
The Wind Cease
The Earth thrill and
the Sky bow down
Just to say “I love you”