Despite over a quarter century spent away from the land of his birth, Rajesh still feels the breeze and the soft warmth of the winter day sun of Kashmir. The floating snow-flakes & the suspended smoke of burning chinar leaves. The fragrance of pines trees & the gurgling of mountain streams. The buzz of a dragonfly and the chirping of a sparrow, are all part of him.
Rajesh heads AbsoluteFactor, a full-service media relations and digital communications agency. He is also the Founder & Chief Editor of www.thecherrytree.in
Tonight I shed tears of grief
For all those who left us in a moment brief
Parted ways yesterday, promised to meet up today
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I am the fragrance that has carried the generations from the times unknown.
I am like an icicle, obvious & stunning, yet not perpetual.
I am like a dewdrop on a grass strand, and a rising sun.
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Patience is all I have, for you to become a papyrus on which I will write the story of my life.
Will mention the starry nights, the cool breeze and the oak tree.
I will write about the dust on my shoes and the torn socks.
I will also write about the butterflies and the honey bees.
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Time has come for me to rise, for I have suffered long,
The tears I shed since time unrecorded, need to be accounted for,
Each time, I lost my bearing or my extension,
To the circumstances of not my making, I cried in dark,
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Let me whisper a word or two,
Or maybe more,
There are tales to be shared, stories to be told,
Each word to be heard, each phrase to be imbibed,
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