Hymn of the Heart

By Rahul Nachhiketa

"Hymn of the Heart" is voice of heart knitted beautifully in verse. The words come out from deep channels of the core depicting varied human emotions and character complexities. The book talks of Romance, pristine love and questions status quo in Indian society almost in Autobiographical way. The book is a reaction to the world, it is not a knee-jerk, impulsive or reactive reaction, but subtle, quite response mechanism to the world in pearls of philosophical words and wisdom. The Book epitomises life and is sattirical to janus faced segment of the society.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Mar 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482844665

Rahul Nachhiketa

The author is known as Rahul to his family and friends, and Nachhiketa to social media, though in official records he is Sachin Yadav. Nachhiketa is a character in Katha Upanishad, an Indian scripture, where a protagonist Nachhiketa is ever thirsty for quest of knowledge, questions status quo, and questions hypocrisy. The character inspired the writer in his teenage immensely and he started writing under pen-name Nachhiketa. Rahul was born on August 11, 1978 in sleepy but poetic town of Lucknow in Northern India. He did graduation in Business Administration and went ahead to do an MBA from Panjab University, Chandigarh, India. After having stint in manufacturing industry, he switched to Banking for the past one decade. A poet in and a poet out, poetry is way of life for Rahul. He writes on almost every facet of life whether is love, romance, humanity, rejection, reflection and strong positive personalities. He had been writing since age of nine and had been contributing in leading newspapers in his college days, and. The poet has compiled best of his work across all categories of human emotions in book form to be shared with the world. As any poetry comes out of the human soul, it has touch of his own life and story, in other words it is an autobiography in verse. In his poetry he searches his lost mother, who died when he was 17 months old. The absence of mother and search of an “ideal life” hallmarks the start of his poetic journey. Presently based in Mumbai, the writer lives with his wife Sweta who is a software professional, and two lovely daughters Priyal and Lavanya. The poet has dedicated his first book to his close friend Ganapathy Subban who died in January 2014. His loss had changed the attitude towards life significantly. “Life is unpredictable, but my actions are under the control of my senses”. The writer lives in this karmic philosophy.

Book preview

1

Seven Nights

When I walked alone to the wooden walls of your house

the bell, I rang some twenty times that night

a silence…. the answer to my frantic cries

I was standing death still, till the first break of light.

I came again to thee, the second night

dripped in monsoon and my face scorching white

the dew and some ‘drops’ trickling over my stubble

but thirsting enough were my eyes.

The third night, I sunk at your door

wished you will hug and cuddle my soul,

the tipsy rains brought me in sense

and I left- in sombre air once more!

Stubborn self, knocked the fourth time,

As I brought those letters inked blue

With years of yearning enveloped,

Here, I come, I wait to sprinkle some on you!

By fifth night, I was in trance,

wobbled myself towards my little known sky

Standing at window, you gazed the moon alone

jealous was I, the poet was standing so close by.

The sixth night, I whispered loud to the breeze

come on please, for once give me her heart’s key

Shall I unchain myself just once and leap

The deathly lover embrace of sleep!

And late, when the heavens shone bright

The angels fetched a lover to the tunnel of light

Beneath a door opens, she looks for the lost soul

The seventh night, was the poet’s last sigh!

2

Another Life

The master of lies,

Of fake, Oh man, disguised!

you throw the corporate jargon

blow some presentations.

A pie, a share more,

A pizza- the wee hours, a slice more!

Graphs hovering the skies,

A pie, bigger than last night!

The mid-night credit of a month salary,

And countless worries of face so scary!

The EMI controlled being!

Mortgaging some dreams!

Wrapped suits, massive corporate skins

Heap of untruth, mountains of sins!

Feedback sessions in glass rooms

Crystal awards, the Master’s muse!

Higher the ladder, higher the God

Lower the man, a humble discard!

The king laughs, the master roars,

A daily wager, ‘serves life’ on the floor!

I miss to look at the sky and count the stars which I did before

I miss to live the life of careless abandon,

Which I know to live, no more! I look at the sky,

And counted the stars, I took the road,

Which was not afar!

I have not moved an inch In Fifteen years I think!

Let me live life, just once, Before I finally sink!

3

Ginee

A girl named Ginee,

Dances on the