પીળા પાંદડાની પીડા

શાખ કહે....

"પાંદડું લીલું ને રંગ રાતો", તું તો કંઈક એવું ગાતું હતું, શાખે કટાક્ષ કરતાં કહ્યું;

પણ તને તો માનો પીળ્યો ન થયો હોય, તેમ તું તો, આજે થર થર કાંપી રહ્યું છે

તેંતો નાની ઉંમરમાંજ વર્ષા, ઠંડી, ગરમીની ઋતુ અધિક માત્રામાં સહી છે".

પાનદડું કહે......

"હા, હતો મને પોતાના ઉપર અને તારી ઉપર ભરોસો, તું ઠીક કહી રહી છે"

"પણ સમજમાં આવી છે મને આં વાત, નદીનાં નીરની જેમ આયુષ્ય વહયું જાય છે"

હવે તારાથી બહુ દૂર મને હવા લઈ જશે ઉડાડીને, વાયરો આજે જોરમાં વાય છે;

જીવનમાં વસંત ટૂંકી અને પતઝડ લાંબી હોય છે; અને ખરી પડવાનું પણ નાક્કીજ હોય છે."

Armin Dutia Motashaw

DHARM SHAALA

Indeed this world is a place for learning, absorbing humanity or "DHARMA"

Learn one has to in this "Shaala", this school n perform good "KARMA"

Today, everywhere, all around us n within us deep, there is plenty of "ADHARMA"

Awaken for this, we need to, our subconscious mind; in this endeavor, help us can, no pharma

With care great, practise we must Manashni, Gavashni Kunashni, good "karma"

Life this, very temporary is; like days few, in a Dharam shaala, that really is, of life, the "Marma"

So remember well we need to, that here we are, for a stay short, in this so called ""DHARAM SHALA"

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THE GREAT KIDNAP

That sorrow-struck father, lost his dearest child; shocked beyond words, he was

Money-its profits, a huge limelight, prestige; its great name, was the cause

The kidnappers powerful very were, change n maneuver easily they could, even laws

Sadly, Ill treated the father was, they took away his child boldly, surreptitiously, with stealth

For years together suffered the poor child, slowly but steadily, depleted its image n health

Instead of growing bigger n stronger, weaker it grew, in prestige, health n wealth

After years many, much after the father's demise, brought home uncle, this unhealthy baby

Rejoiced many its homecoming, specially those who still love its father n uncle; though huge was the fee

Time it may, to recover fully take, not just months; even a couple of years, maybe!

Wishing you happppinezzz alwayssss my dearest Air India, specially on your 90th Birthday.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

LOVE-WHAT'S THAT REALLY?

Ah! Wonder I; it sets me thinking, after all, why is Love such a complex feeling?

A seer once asked, "how many people fall in love with the disabled, the reeling?

Said he, "it is an attraction", some quality of the opposite person, sets in a warm feeling

May be, initially this does happen; it brings warmth, a glow, your resistance starts peeling

Then comes a feeling of bliss; you are in heaven; with its exuberance you climb up to the ceiling

In times of trouble, love is truly soothing, this LOVE has a fantastic capacity for healing

But a failure is heartbreaking, nerve wrecking, scaring n scarring; in fact it is almost killing

Can you readers, with a solution help me; what is really love, what n why experience we, this feeling?

Armin Dutia Motashaw

ANYTHING KAREGAA FOR AN EENDAA

From early childhood, we Parsis survive hardly can, without an "eenda"

We can hardly, without our eenda in some form or the other, remain "Jinda"

Love we an egg over almost anything, papeta, kheema, vengna-nu-bhartu or bhinda.

Arre! we Parsis often prefer our eenda over delicious sweets, like daar ni pori or a "penda"

Poro, akoori are staple diet in a Parsi household, without which our life is like a "mindaa"

Our passion for these "eendas" actually creates either jealousy, "teeka" or "neendaa"

Whatever be the reason, a Parsi Bawaji almost cannot live without his favourite "EENDAA"

Armin Dutia Motashaw

VICTORY OF GOOD OVER  EVIL....HAPPY DASSERA

Ravan easily proved to the world, the difference between knowledge n wisdom

His inflated ego destroyed his beautiful "Soneri Lanka", his grand kingdom

Because of his over inflated ego, pride n lust for Sita; to Ram, he lost his fiefdom

Sadly mankind has more Ravans today than Rams; under stress is this entire world

Active very are the Ravans, whereas cool n calmly sit Rams, all curled

If this knowledgeable Ravan, wise was, he wouldn't, at Ram, have insults hurled.

Help me O Ahura, to a balanced mind possess; sans jealousy, ego n pride

Help me please to wise be; n to my self-respect maintain, even smiling, with tears dried

Grant me to attain the peace n happiness for which I have strived n also often cried

Armin Dutia Motashaw

બાપુ

માતા પુટલીબાઈ ની, આંખોની પૂતળીઓ સમાન હતો તું

પિતા કરમચંદે, નિસ્વાર્થ કર્મ કરતાં શીખવ્યું તુઝને

મોહનદાસ, સાચેજ હતો તું મોહન નો, કૃષ્ણ નો દાસ

ત્યજી સર્વસ્વ, સત્યના પ્રયોગથી, આપ્યું તે અમને સ્વરાજ

કદી કર્યો નહીં લોભ સત્તાનો, કદી ન ચાહ્યું તે તાજ

સ્નેહ અને સન્માનથી, પ્રેમ અને આદરથી યાદ કરીએ તને આજ

બાપુ , વર્ષગાંઠ ની શુભેચ્છા પાઠવું છું હું તને આજ.

Armin Dutia Motashaw