શું પ્યાર એક મુસીબત છે???

ક્યારેક તો લાગે છે કે બધી મુસીબતો નું એકમાત્ર જડ છે, પ્યાર

બહુ બધાં દુઃખોનું કારણ છે આં જ પ્યાર, એવો કરું છું આજે એકરાર

પ્યાર થતાંજ માનવ થઈ જાય છે બેબકલું, સાચેજ બેકરાર

બિચારાને  પતઝડની ઋતુમાં પણ, દેખાય છે બહાર

પ્યાર કારવવાળાઓની, દિલ આપી દેવવાળાઓની નિશ્ચિત જ છે હાર

ક્ષણભરમાં પ્યાર તો કરી બેસે છે, પણ પછી એમનાથી ઝેલાતો નથી એનો ભાર

બરબાદ કરી દે છે જીવન આખું, નષ્ટ-નાબૂદ કરી દે છે જીવન, આં પ્યાર

માટે પૂછું છું બધાં પ્રેમીઓને, શું પ્યાર એક મુસીબત છે, પોતાનીજ હાર???

Armin Dutia Motashaw

TALK TO AHURA

After we pray, we must talk to Ahura, privately, in silence deep

Also, time this is correct, to contemplate n within, deeply peep

Do properly check; have  any vices like ego, anger within us seeped

If they have, quickly analyze how n why into you, they have heaped

Teach us O Adhura, prayers to overcome vices these, that have seeped

Remove them let us, with the power of prayer, once we have within, peeped.

An action quick n timely, help us will, to away these vices keep

Our prayers, to our subconscious mind, an alarm sounds; that does beep.

That's why after we daily pray; we must, for a minute, within peep.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

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