Aniruddha Pathak

Aniruddha Pathak Poems

Be it no more than just a glass of water,
A walking-stick alive rendered by daughter,
Care and concern, warm smile, none far too hotter;

Comes autumn, follows fall,
Brown leaves begin to fall,
And when it snows in winter,
Trees look like skeletons that can't stir.

If you follow my poem's flight,
Pray, hold it under no search light,
Worse, under prying microscope,
Nor keen discreet ears, I do hope.

Let me not play tuneless in today's time,
Some purists sure get praised as Gandhian,
Yet, crass nevertheless is no more crime,
Old values are hailed may be in heaven.

A man on grey side of his long green age,
With wiser ways and values he preserves,
Can scarce claim still to be wisdom-filled sage;
And oft wears a face he seldom deserves.

Childhood, no more a time ‘tis to chill,
What a way, child's very child to kill!
It's time to draw a line,
Every child's no Einstein,

Yon there, the charioteer of Sun
Heralds the arrival of dawn,
Seen dawning her demur more smiles
That spread on to far spatial miles.

For his fair conduct, goodly grade,
The killer was out on parole.

Easy, for justice to give dole,

Parting cuckoo where her calls go?
Cut off from coast where sea would go?

Unfolding time dies duly blurred,

They say love is a disease.
Maybe it perhaps is,
To treat which be a task uphill,
And to push to its peak,

Ah to wait and wait!
The thrill in an anxious wait,
Where's when she's at gate?

Fine, old age comes and it will,
And it may bend you no mean,
But ne'er should that mean
You cannot grow greener still

Care not to quote your great qualities—
Be thou learned and wise
Or if not otherwise,
The wise know well enough what truth is,

We live in strange
Urban land,
Here, no one seems
No one's friend,

My advice honest,
A crooked tree told the rest,
Never be so straight.

Flame flutters and tide wanes without reason,
Death drops shutters as life sinks in a pit,
Day looks dull when hind dark clouds hides the sun,
Night is moonless, no stars are still well-lit.

Let's learn limits of pain to cross
And walk across where greens comforts are lain,
Far away, tossing aside convention,
To kiss unknown acres of new terrain,

When I published my book, my dream,
I offered a prayer to Him:

Pray ensure, it is received well,

I've never ever seen
An ugly thing alive
That be ugly
From every side—

Love me,
Let me love,
Lead me, or
Follow me,

Aniruddha Pathak Biography

Background: Worked in Economic Times of the Times Group (research journalism) , and as Business executive in various companies.)

The Best Poem Of Aniruddha Pathak

The Joy Of Giving

Be it no more than just a glass of water,
A walking-stick alive rendered by daughter,
Care and concern, warm smile, none far too hotter;

Or quality time spent with someone old,
A warm blanket in times forlorn and cold,
In times of need a willing shoulder-hold;

A pair of slippers to feet walking bare,
Not in loud charity to show you care,
Heart-born feelings shown above false air;

Anything given short of counting ways,
Given to brighten up sinking heart's greys,
To lighten load that too heavily weighs;

Give it in cash though kindest give in kind,
A gift of willing heart and well inclined,
A gift coming from soul— body and mind.

Give, the only joy greater than getting,
The only joy rarer than receiving,
Be the joy of giving and forgetting!
Musings | 06.08.09 |

Aniruddha Pathak Comments

Kumarmani Mahakul 04 October 2018

On behalf of all fellow poets, Poem Hunter Family and our Mahakul Family a title of honour is offered to poet Aniruddha Pathak born on 25.05.1941 in Godhra, Gujarat, India, as, Poetic Faith (काव्य विश्वास) , From today on-wards he will be known as Poetic Faith Aniruddha Pathak. In Hindi he will be known as काव्य विश्वास अनिरुद्ध पाठक. In Gujarati he will be known as કાવ્ય વિશ્વાસ અનિરુદ્ધ પાઠક. This is offered due to his perseverance and notable contribution to literature.

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Indira Renganathan 16 June 2019

Aniruddha is a venerable and versatile poet with lot of wisdom. I feel his poems are a treasure to the poetry world.His poems can boost the thinking and understanding ability of the reader to a greater level because he has a unique writing style of a high standard. I get immense pleasure reading his poems..May God bless him with more progress and prosperity all through his life

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Hans Vr 20 July 2019

A very wise poet, writing fluent verses, filled with inspiration and very thought provoking. I loved to read the poems I chose and will certainly come back to read more.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 14 October 2019

Esteemed poet Aniruddha Pathak is a gift to Poem Hunter. His poetry carries great maturity loaded with wisdom! His poem entitled, ‘The Joy Of Giving’ not only illustrate his generosity but also unfolds the inner strength of a blessed poetic soul.

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Ansh Ki Shayri 02 November 2019

nice one sir really lovable

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Sylvia Frances Chan 15 August 2021

Congratulations being chosen by PoemHunter and Team as The Poet Of The Day! Today on Indian Independence Day. HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY, SIR!

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Bharati Nayak 17 July 2021

Why the genuine comments vanish while some bogus comments are allowed to appear? It is frustrating.

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Bharati Nayak 17 July 2021

I hope my comment on your poem 'A Flower Smiles' will appear.

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bri edwards 08 March 2021

to the members of PH who somehow manage to read this. i have been having little or no luck with PH when i dare to go to it. how depressing is THAT? ! I hope you are well. bri : )

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Kumarmani Mahakul 04 April 2020

Aniruddha Pathak is a very nice Indian poet from Gujarat and he writes beautiful poems. Readers get wonderful essence from his interesting expression. His capacity of perception is high. When Autumn comes birds chirp in sweetness hearing the reciting of his wonderful poems. He is a natural and talented poet of many qualities.

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Aniruddha Pathak Quotes

Luck is what a man locks, Opportune time when knocks.

If happy not right now and here, How can ye be any which where?

Politics, a game of shame, To pull legs seems its sole aim.

We often give and still too little give, Give none any, and still so much receive!

Honey bees too strive, But never harm their beehive, Man, ye have been naïve.

Like a river is a poem, And a much chiselled uncut gem, She changes, keeps still her emblem.

Flowers waltz in rain, No'ne sees, not in vain.

We our mobiles do charge, To be in touch (with what?) at large, But when our soul recharge?

Together trees grow fair, Happy is not happy alone.

Look, what man has to this earth done, Smart and stupid known are never to learn.

If for no one heart heaves, It survives, never lives.

Death is no candle blown, A lamp put off at dawn.

Mother, like none other, And father as father, Make all others, others, A few still wear feathers.

Its roots rooted in mud, A lotus still stays pristine pure, Of men, I'm not so sure.

And freedom's free choice can well be free fall, As all prisons are not made of brick wall, As is mirage a blank space not yet walled, Ask a poet long on his last line stalled.

Progress, a hard-working-early-rise hen, Not a bed-bound late rising lazy man, Nor one feeling handicapped sans bedpan.

What is second childhood? In serene solitude, As if retired in wood, You re-live when childhood.

Make it a foe or friend, It is in your own hand, Yet, mere two yards of land Be all Death would ye lend.

Kites climb up higher against blowing wind, Fish against river-flow swims, not behind, But man despairs, strives not, a way to find.

Words seem to wear too loose a dress, Way there's to find form, face, nor poise, Voice alone smiles, has all the grace, Wish, my poem does find her voice.

Like umbrella this man has been, Wet from without, Dry from within, And smart still to keep all in doubt.

There lies limitless height In limited us all, Behind darkling clouds, light, And yet, man feels he's small.

As is within all us, So is in universe, And we still miss the bus!

Money making, a tight-lipped game of poker, To have-nots, but a filthy game of lucre, Yet, money locked up in a locker, It's no game to any a joker.

It's to love one as one has been, To look for perfection is mean.

Reborn, we all are on parole, Here to live life on a large dole.

A good poem better be brief, Set afloat light like a dry leaf, Hidden like an iceberg, Set to sail, smooth and snug, What's left unsaid O rife like riff.

If joys go rare, life's desert bare, Who'd for the next breath ever care?

If man's happy not now and here, How hereafter, and any where?

We when give, oft too little give, Giving none, so much we receive.

Better light up your lamp, Blame not it's dark and damp.

The life's script is writ, Writ of Fate writ large on it, We act— will nor wit.

Flowers waltz in windy rain, No one might see, not in vain.

Mistakes are wages we pay, Seeds of better life to lay.

Appear as you're, And be as you appear, No froth, man's no beer.

Knowledge in mind's dead section, If put to no fair action It's stagnant, of no traction.

Dawn or dusk, sun shows red, Good times or be they bad, Greats by sameness are led.

Man makes habit- good or grim, And these habits then make him, Habits and him, what a team!

Man and mind when sit in judgment, The sole witness to the moment, The soul says nothing, postponement.

Liberation's to find, free you, But life's about creating you.

Poetry, when properly read, Art be to know what's left unsaid.

Shadows of poet's feelings, Words play a varied innings.

Stretching limits of what he can, Man stands apart from also-ran.

O to quote and misquote, make way, Betwixt black and white there's some grey.

Hardly when humanity truth perceives, Falsehood cosy in creature comforts lives.

Fasting flesh reins the craving mind, The soul as more food for thought finds.

There are friends and friends, a spectrum of band, He that sticks closer than brother is friend.

At home with humdrum and life's leisures, Man turns blind to nature's pure pleasures.

No mere oasis, a life-giving kiss, A mother's no less than eternal bliss.

A winner once knows, win he always won't, A loss from blue shall never ever haunt.

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