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Jazba

Jazba (Passion)

Like nectar rises my passion to the flower

Whosoever tasted said, ‘sweet like honey’

Like deep lines etched on snowy mountains

I lie silent on the rocky bed below the snow

Give me some sun, let me melt and reach you

My core is water, give me favour of your mercy

I halted thinking that the road was my destination

In a magic like grip I was, my life was in a bind

Touch me and wake me, let eyes not get dimmed

Hold me, pick me up, silent is all congregation

Give me some laughter, give me some smartness

Wish me a prayer to rise and blossom next season

Jazba by Sandeep Silas ‘deep’ in Saada Khayal (2009)

Morrow’s Face…my first book of poems

The First Whispers of the Muse!

Morrow’s Face, 2005

(Foreword and editing by late Shri Keshav Malik; Sterling Publishers Pvt Ltd)

Swaraj On A Third Class Ticket

My personal tribute to Mahatma Gandhi!

I always say that Gandhi travelled and the Mahatma was born on a third class compartment of an Indian train!

(Indian Express October 8, 2000)

Tribute to all my Teachers on ‘Teachers Day’…taught me to face the drama of life with grace!

Once you act a Shakespearean drama on stage with grace and poise, you are empowered to face life like a King or Queen!

So was OTHELLO…at St. John’s College, Agra 1979!

I salute all my teachers who have taught me at St. Peter’s College, Agra; St. John’s College, Agra; Manchester Business School, Manchester, UK; Maxwell School of Citizenship & Public Affairs, Syracuse University, New York, USA!

They gave me the power to live life as I want; strive to bring reform and transformation in systems and processes; think positive in all circumstances; and to be creative every moment of life!