Janak Desai

Janak Desai Poems

raindrops today
which kissed my soul,
felt as if, they were my own;
like the tears, which have flowed,
...

when the impurities of men
are covered by
the blanket from above:
white and pure,
...

never been alone…
i have always been accompanied by a soul,
the soul of a Dream, for now and forever,
that we All must Break Down the Wall;
...

and....
grows within me
every moment
a new leaf of unknown,
...

I create a field of sand
and then a mound,
fun enough to be neck deep,
...

a Dream which i had dreamed
that Dream, i am now living,
not a hope, it was a Plan
my tomorrow was born in a calm;
...

a flake
pure as can be,

a creation,
...

I stare at the empty space,
and many a shades from the blue sky,
along with glitter of the past moments
sprinkle slowly over me,
...

Poem for my daughter, on her wedding day
Not so long ago… Or is it my dear NEHA…?
That Very first day of school...….and the tears,
Where have gone all those years?
...

a mountain …
does not fall,
nor recede;
does not crumble,
...

Janak Desai Biography

Something about Me Early Years in India: I was attending the high school in a small city in India during mid-1960 when diamond cutting was exploding. From the class of 140 graduating students, all but two of us joined the flourishing business. Because of inspiration from my mother, I set out to get MBA degree. My mother was also instrumental in sending two of my elder sisters to attend higher education, and join the working women in late 1950's. She was a forward thinker. Migration to USA: In 1969, my mother migrated to USA, and I moved to a college town to attend Commerce College. Two years later, I migrated to USA to complete my studies. I graduated from Syracuse University in 1976 with MBA in Finance and Economics. From 1977 thru 1985 I worked for two different companies as Financial Analyst and Financial Planner in various capacities. My work involved five year corporate planning, profit forecasting, and financial modeling. During this period, the computer technology was slowly coming in. I started a new project, to migrate our company from the manual accounting to an automated system. It was a 3 year long project. During this period my brothers in India were asking me to consider starting the Diamond Business in USA. It has been our family business for decades. During my first visit to India in 1985, I decided to change my career. I stayed in India for six months to learn the business. Upon returning to the USA in 1986, I started the precious gems business, and am still doing it. The passion for art: During my high school years, I must have had a deep but silent interest in poetry and Indian shastriya and sugam sangeet (vocal music) . Forward thinking education in our school surely influenced my passion. Our music teacher had a profound impact that is still benefiting me. Whatever he sang were always fine poems. In a silent way I must have liked them. During my 14 years of absence from India, those songs and words stayed with me. Upon subsequent visits to India, from 1989 until today, I have been expanding my interest in poetry reading and writing. I have been teaching poetry writing to myself since it is difficult to find a teacher or teaching facility in USA. I now write poems in four languages. On a somewhat different topic, I noticed that some of Indian youth did not identify with our languages. I felt that I should make some effort to rid this evil. Poets at a Gujarati Convention-2008 in New Jersey, USA also highlighted this issue. That convention strengthened my resolve, and in 2009, I emarked on a new journey. Poetry Collaboration: In February 2010, I joined the Facebook revolution. Poetry was the purpose, but neither the approach nor the end goal was clear. I was fortunate enough to come across few young but enthusiastic writers, who I started collaborating with. It now has become the way of life for me.)

The Best Poem Of Janak Desai

The Pain Of Memories & Of Dreams

raindrops today
which kissed my soul,
felt as if, they were my own;
like the tears, which have flowed,
silently, in the memory of you
in the unending anticipation … of you;

and the sudden downpour,
as if the sky…
...which could not bear the weight
...beneath my eyelids,
opened up at last
in honor of my love for you,
it must have rained to comfort me,
to remind me of my unending devotion

and i closed my eyes
in the comfort of this hug,
and in the calm that prevailed...
appeared the one i have been waiting for,

and i said…
"Listen, rest here,
only for a moment, if it must be
only for a moment, let me touch thee
time, may finally stop this time"

and deja vu...once again,
… a cold wintery draft slapped me,
torturing the reality of dreams
and once again,
the dry tears….

yes, the raindrops today,
which kissed my soul,
felt as if they were my own

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