Bhupen Randeria

Playa Del Rey, California, USA

I have been writing poetry since I was in my late teens. I am a professional food technologist/chemical engineer working/consulting to food processing plants using state of the art technology. My interest is setting up food processing plants in developing countries utilizing their raw materials and helping them out with my know how. I enjoy jogging, playing golf, traveling; and nature, writing poetry and painting. When I write poetry, words come within, there is a great feeling and emotion within each poem. When I write poetry, it brings the greatest joy and happiness in my life. I have written several poems and published some.

Touch Me - Feel Me

Walking through the wood, on a rainy day
Looking at the sky through beautiful clouds,
Some are white, and some are dark,
Talking with each other in a thunder sound!
Touch me - feel me.
Feeling like touching deep inside cloud,
Softer than a cotton and smoother like a silk,
Rose petals are more softer but
baby's cheeks are softer than all.
Touch me - feel me
Human heart is more delicate and softer than all
But feelings are the most delicate and
softest that all above.
Because once they are hurt can't be
mended or repaired, remains deep
inside the heart but never forgotten.
Touch me - feel me.

I Know Something Good About You!

I know something good about you,
And you know, something good about me,
Wouldn't this world be a happier place?
To live in, if people would say,
I know something good about you!
When we look in each other's eyes
And the smile you see is genuine and true
When we say what we mean and
mean what we say,
I know something good about you.
When we shake hands and find them
To be warm and true,
Because there is a lot of goodness
in the worst of me and you.
I know something good about you!

Time

The sun went down - a blaze of light
As twilight ushered in the night.
The moon arose - a silvery glow.
Stars came out across the sky.
I saw a ray of light
In the darkness of my sleep.
Was it a dream or reality?
I heard a whisper, a whisper in my ear.
Somebody came closer to my ear with bright eyes and smiling
Hey, son! What shall I give? Quick was the answer.
"Time?" he laughed and laughed!
Why so, my son? was the whisper.
When I was born, I was behind,
When I am talking to you, I am far behind!
I try and try again, to catch up with the time.
No matter how hard I try
Or desperate I become, time is always the winner!
So give me time I always will cherish, even though I die.
Time is eternal! The human race will pass away,
But time is here to stay!