Jay P Narain


Posted on: 4/3/2017 10:28:00 PM

Sometimes I wonder who am I ? Here is apoem Iwrote in 2005. I am updating my status in 2017. It does not look that inspiring.
Who am I (2005):

I am
a tiny bundle of joy in the endless universe,
a twinkling star in the Milky Way,
a tick of a second in the timeless creation of God.

I am...
a man who is brother, father, and uncle filled with love and compassion,
a man with determination to conquer all the hurdles of life,
a man who is husband and a lover, keep you loving with devotion forever,
a man of honor and dignity, respecting and admiring the virtues of others.

I am..
the great blue sky, that keeps your hopes and goals soar so high,
the endless ocean, that transforms into cloud and water to keep you alive,
the mighty wind, that makes you breath and makes your spirits feel so free,
the blazing fire, that kindles warmth and joy in your life,
the earth, the origin, continuity, and the destination of your life,

I am..
in love sometimes, in despair sometimes,
happy sometimes, sad sometimes,
everything sometimes, nothing sometimes,
what I am, almost all the time.

Posted on: 4/3/2017 10:24:00 PM

Here is my 2017 version of Who am I. Little realistic.

I am..
The person reflecting from the mirror,
with elongated face and drooping posture,
It can't be me, I am not that old,
Time to replace the old mirror, or am I getting old?
Asked my son, Am I getting old?
He replied, Dad you are not getting old, you are old.
May be I keep my mirror for antiquity sake.

I am..
A person with active mind and tired body,
Feel like a supernova void of all energy,
May be a red dwarf star hoping to disappear someday,
Still hope keeps me twinkling like a star with optimism in my life.

I am..
Running into an identity crisis, Am I an Indian or an American,
American call me Indian, Indians call me Non resident Indian,
My mind thinks like American, my heart beats like an Indian,
Caught between two cultures, sometimes I feel I am lost in the world.

I am..
A retired engineer, a tired old person,
the little daily chores of past seem like big tasks,
The children, grand children, are so close but far away,
The life long companions have come and gone on their own ways.

I am..
A stranger in the world on lonesome adventure,
Awake every morning with cheerful optimism,
Spend most of the day daydreaming of active life,
Only to drift in my tiny boat in vast ocean to unknown destinations .

Posted on: 4/3/2017 10:20:00 PM

On golden pond ...

The sun is setting, it is late summer afternoon,
The sky is filled with vibrant colors,
The dawn is setting over the pond,
the water is glittering like gold in the pond.

Sometimes the wind makes ripple over the water,
sometimes thousand suns reflect from the rippled pond,
sometimes concentric circular waves emerge,
sometimes memories seem emanating from the pond.

The shadows are getting longer and longer,
the reflections break into pieces and reunite again and again,
The memories of our long years together,
seem to perpetuate in the ebb tides of the golden pond.

How many times we sat on the shores, adoring the beautiful sight,
How many times we held hand, promising to love each other forever,
How many times, the trees swayed and birds flew around adoring our close embrace,
How many times, the pond smiled and wished, time would freeze and love would forever reign.

 -Jay P Narain

Posted on: 4/3/2017 10:18:00 PM

Demise of my favorite language(dialect)..

Whose fault is it, who is to blame for it,
when you see your favorite language slowly imploding by itself,
How can a popular dialect can be doomed to die,
when there are millions of speakers all over the world watching it slide.

Bhojpuri was my mother lanuage or dialect, when I was born,
I spoke it fluently as a little kid in and out of my home,
When I went to my school, no one was speaking bhojpuri,
even the bhojpuri kids were speaking in Hindi.

What happened, some one told me, it is " lath mar" langauge,
It is backward, does not have scripts or written language,
There are no books, magazines, or journals in it,
How can you call it a language, when there is no literature in it.

I rested my case, talked to my parents and siblings in Bhojpuri at home,
Sooner or later we all had our families, we were speaking Hindi or English,
When kids saw us speaking in Bhojpuri, they could not figure out what it is,
The youtube videos were too much vulgar to recommend as reference to any kid.

I can only reminiscience some nice thoughts,
"pranam, ka hal ba?, sab badhia ba !,
tahra se milke achha lagal, tahar hamesha yaad avat rahi"
Or can have some loneliness tunes,
"Hamar ho ke bhi tu hamar na bhailu,
Badu Duniya me ta milabu kabhi bhale dosarake To ho gailu,
Ihe umid lagawale rahani ki,
Tu yi duniya chhod ke na jane ka kho Gailu."

My parents are gone, resting in peace,
Someday we will be gone, resting in guilt,
We never thought that a language and a culture can be anahilated,
For the sake of feeling modern and forgetting one's roots.

Posted on: 4/3/2017 10:14:00 PM

O blossoms, cherry red,
Bring smiles of comfort from your bright lips,
The birds and bees enjoy your nectar,
Rest of us are mesmerized with your spectacular beauty.

O blossoms, white intricate natural ornaments,
Inviting bees to enjoy apples and mango samplings,
Beholding you brings the confidence and joy,
Giving hope to romance with the beloved with hearts filled with joy.

0 blossoms, of many colors and shapes,
Bring joy of spring, throwing cover of dreaded winter,
Now the flowers will bloom, birds will sing,
Giving us the invitation and joy to explore the world.

O blossoms, the nature's awakening from winter's hibernation,
May happiness shine in our hearts like your beautiful colors,
May the stranded souls find their way in your radiant aura,
May our souls find peace and tranquility beholding you in meditation.