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DAHISAR & ME GREW TOGETHER More than 70 years ago my Grandparents, Paternal (Bedi’s) & Maternal (Punjabi’s), settled in Dahisar . Dahisar, an idyllic village was the entry point station of Mahanagar Mumbai , formerly known as Bombay . Dahisar was a small village within a mega city. Dahisar check naka is the entry point to Mumbai from the Northern side. C lick the link below for all Articles under General category  : https://prosenpoems30.blogspot.com/search/label/GENERAL There are some assumptions of the meaning of word Dahisar.   Dahisar was made up of 10 hamlets namely Gaothan , Kandarpada , Navagaon, Ovaripada, Ghartanpada, Ketakipada, Rawalpada, Dahivali,, Bhagalipada & Wadarypada. East Indians , Panchkalshi, Agri, Koli, Warli & Dubli were the original residents of Dahisar & “Dahi” stands for ten in their language. The other assumption is that the ancient Prakrit language of which a sanskritised version would be Dadhisvarah or Dadhishvar. As pe...

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  Poem " LOVE IS NOT BLIND " from my Book  " MOODS N MUSINGS " Click the link below to read all other Poems in Prose n Poems   https://prosenpoems30.blogspot.com LOVE IS NOT BLIND Love is not blind, it has its own eyes, it senses the desire, when a mere thought, lits up face, eyes sparkle, cheeks blush with a Cherry smile ; Love is not blind, it has its own eyes, it feels the urge of longing in the gaze, brings lump in throat, flutter in the heart, craving in grace, for a warm embrace ; Love is not blind, it has its own eyes, it takes us back in time, when memories of yore , springs relations to life, bring emotions alive, with a twitch of remorse , a glimmer of hope ; Love is not blind, it has its own eyes, it knows it`s way around, we are in bliss, when presence is felt, warmth grips tight, till it melts inside, filling our arms with bundle of joy;   Love is not blind, it has its own eyes, words are useless, instincts prevail, needs of loved ones lovingly sensed, ...

Poem " PRAYER- LIFE TRUTH " from my Book "MOODS N MUSINGS"   Click the link for all Articles & Poems on   https://prosenpoems30.blogspot.com PRAYER  -  LIFE TRUTH © By Bharat P. Bedi   I  AM NOTHING I  AM MORTAL SOUL IS ETERNAL I  AM JUST BODY FOR THE SOUL I  AM ONLY THE MEDIUM REAL IS THE SOUL I  AM THE RESULT OF PAST KARMAS WHAT IS HAPPENING IS DESTINED WHAT WILL HAPPEN WE CAN DEFINE WHAT  I  ACQUIRE HERE IS NOT MINE   MY FAMILY MY RELATIONS MY WEALTH MY EGO ACCUMULATE HERE ARE LEFT BEHIND EXCEPT KARMAS, NOTHING IS MINE KARMAS CREATED HERE ARE CARRIED BEYOND SOUL & KARMAS ARE MATES SOUL CARRIES KARMAS BODY IS LEFT BEHIND PRESENT IS GOD`S GIFT TO MEND & REPENT WHAT WE SOW WE REAP GOOD KARMAS LEADS TO BETTER NEXT LIFE BAD KARMAS WILL PULL US DOWN xxxxxxx lick the link below to read all other Poems in Prose n Poems blog prosenpoems30. https://prosenpoems30.blogspot.com/search/label/Poems Click the link below to ...

Poem " SOCIAL BALANCING " from my Book  "MOODS N MUSINGS" Click the link for all Articles & Poems on   https://prosenpoems30.blogspot.com SOCIAL BALANCING Virtually, social distancing brought lives closer, relations bonded fast, string of memories filled hearts;   Virus of loneliness was creeping up our hearts, sweeping aside ego sweeping aside pride filled Vacuum of loneliness with sweet memories of past; Proximity blurred vision, distance gave clarity, bitterness of closeness melted with sweet thoughts, relationship, which seemed a burden, started to pull Strings of Heart ; Nature pulled a fast one when it pulled us to the ground, realisation dawned, when a tiny Virus, pinned mighty down, suddenly we realised a vacuum in life , inspite of everything, we are empty inside. © POEM BY BHARAT P BEDI Click the link below to read Pictorial Book of Poems " MOOD N MUSINGS " in Prose n Poems blog  http...

  PERFECTLY IMPERFECT Poem by Bharat P. Bedi Click the link for all Articles, Books & Poems on   https://prosenpoems30.blogspot.com Nothing is perfect, in this beautiful perfect world, perfection is an illusion, creating surreal mirage of pristine perfection, by cohesive play of various species specific imperfections, beautifully captivating us, to ignore imperfections, enchanting us to be enamored by their grit, admiring survival instincts , abilities to overcome shortcomings of beings;   In this perfect world, nothing is perfect, imperfection is all around, some walk some fly, some live under water, some live under ground, some slither some slide, some drag some crawl, some are swift some agile, some have grace, some have pace, some are sturdy, some entwin to grow, some lumber, some trundle, some are sloppy some droopy;   In this perfect world, nothing is perfect, some have hands, to grab ...

                    Poem " LIFE IN SMOKE " from my Book  " MOODS N MUSINGS " Click the link for all Articles & Poems on   https://prosenpoems30.blogspot.com LIFE IN SMOKE Life as such is like a lazingly curling smoke;   When you inhale affects your health when you puff out disturbs those around you;   As life, it`s life diminishes the moment it is lit, every breath gets you addicted;   Arid smell of activities snuffy smell of achievement becomes a must, even when you don’t relish, enjoy it as such;   Trail of smoke in air, the length of ash clinging to the fag, ash we flicked off, tells our tale;   As time passes, we pull in the last puff snuffing out the fire, the smell of deeds lingers in our senses, feeling lies in our subconcious; We puff out smoke of ill feelings, clear our inners of bad conscience; as life flickers out, fragrance of good deeds lives in thoughts; ©  Poem by Bharat P.Bedi ...