Who are you?

Oh! Twinkling star of the sky
Why do you blink as a spy?
You peep in only in the night
You are only a coward not might

Agree I am a sight while you lie
Look I am far away not a sly
I am bigger than the Sun you see
Do you get the answer from me?

Oh! Bright Morning Sun of the day
You hide in the night where you stay
You scorch us badly in the summer
Why do you wake us from our slumber?

Enjoy the light that I give freely
Night and day you count from me only
While Earth revolves me in an orbit
She brings in seasons not my gambit

Oh! Are you Mother Earth nice?
Why do you toss us as dice?
You shelter our needs I agree
But storms affect us as your decree

Land and water do I have grand
Sad by your offence of my sand
But play of Air is not in my hand
As he is the cause of your strand

Oh! Listen to me invisible Air
To feel your breeze blow my hair
I am indebted to you for my breath
But why do you storm us to death?

Appreciate my role is very noble
My presence is felt throughout global
I am only an actor of nature’s serials
Why don’t you look inside for your ordeals?

Whom to be accused for my sorrow
As no takers to lend or borrow
I am nailed to cross by my deed
As I had acted always in greed

Wealth and gold came my way
Fame and fortune held me in sway
Lost the balance of my mind
Is there any one to guide this blind?

Listen to your silence inside
Guidance is not there outside
Splash your life with innocence only
Paint other hearts with love gladly

Listen O Heart

Laugh with the crowd
But cry when you are alone

Wounds may heal quickly
But scars shall stay forever

Radiate your love with a smile to all
But sulk alone for the lost ones

Life’s myriad views
Bring tears in your eyes

Words may fail to express you completely
But your silence answers them all

Listen O Heart, march on with love only
As you are the purest of all…

[Published in NDTV site]

Invitation to Death God

Away I ran, away I ran
Was cooked dryly in the frying pan
Fired by the words of cruel ban
Burning all over is this swan

Fly me high, fly me high
Wondered at myself when I shy
Locked in the maze of only my
Should I live tell me why

Take me away, take me away
Careless was I in my lovely sway
Flowers bloomed in perfect gay
Words I have none to say

Tear me apart, tear me apart
No role I have to play my part
Driven by the reins of thorny cart
Am I a thing seen in the mart

Drown me down, drown me down
Devilish me dances in town
Tears of sadness rule my crown
Hate to live, is this demon grown?

Let me die, let me die
Happy am I to flatly lie
Come O Death, fast as my guy
Hug me quickly in my lonely sty

[Published in NDTV site]

I wish I were gone

How I wish I were gone
From this world but I stay on

Watched the chirping of birds very sweet
Wanted to imitate their lovely tweet
Sweetness eluded from my hand
Understood I could never be grand

When I felt this, I wished I were gone
From this world but stayed on

Watched the waves lashing the shore
Wanted to become a fish fore
Breathless I became as I went inside
Understood it is not in my stride

When I knew this, I wished I were gone
From this world but stayed on

Watched the poor taking alms painfully
Wanted to embrace them lovingly
Turned to see a lot who stood behind
Understood my incapability that bind

When I saw this, I wished I were gone
From this world but stayed on

Watched the needy panting with grief
Wanted to pacify with concern brief
Tears rolled down to see a crowd standing there
As I was helpless to embrace all with care

When I realised this, I wished I were gone
From this world but stayed on

Watched the world painted with blood
Wanted to raise the souls of the dead
Peace is the only fashion statement available
But more are put to rest in pursuit of this babble

When I sensed this, I wished I were gone
From this world but stayed on

O Lord! Beauty is abundant in your cosmos
Except that you fail to implant in our hearts
Love is bought and crushed here in a trice
Where feelings are cheapened for a price

How I wish I were gone
From your world but still I stay on

A soul aspires

Little bird, little bird where do you fly
Over the hills towards the sky
Vain is your effort for you will die
Envy not friend my soulful try

Try you may but what to reach
Rejoice more in the comfort of the rich
Above the earth nothing you can find
No matter how far you strain your mind
See the world with all its glitter
Cradle yourself with inviting titter
Empower your status with imposing power
Nothing can stop your commanding vigor
Drive your charm to appeal the gross
Strive not greatly to behold the dross

Live I must to die one day
Offer my all this is my way
Valour I have you visit my cove
Enjoy the thrill with wings of love

My autobiography (in a scrambled form)

Lazily I am lying in the corner of the lane
With my eyes closed thinking of my past in reels
In black and white it whirled off in action
Taking me as a helpless victim in that trodden realm

Brown is my colour so say these humans
Born in the street I was deserted very soon
Wandered a lot for want of food
Fighting for it with your homeless boys and girls

Many a day I starved as a little puppy
I grew this tall only in the midst of brawls
Scratches and wounds I have in plenty
To win a small piece of bone taken from the bin

After many ordeals and sleepless nights
I chose this place few days back to settle down
No naughty boys here to hurt me with stones
Also, I get a shade in rain and sun somehow

Fever and pains visit me often mercilessly
Making me drain and cry in solitude
No doc treats me for my physical weaknesses
And none to think of my welfare in kindness

My life is one big challenge every day
Street urchins find me irresistible to kick
What with prowls of animals & men around
To hurt me more than to fondle my feelings

I am vigil in the nights for no reason
Bark in high pitch during those dark phases
Faces I see little but smell I do a lot
That’s the strongest point out of my miserable lot

Anything that we don’t have are worshipped always
Is that the reason why humans glorify love always
Look at me, I don’t have anyone for me till date
Still I am loyal and loving to one who gives me food

You people brutally killed my friends in China
Fifty thousand in number, they say so
I fear if such madness affect here too
I have none to protect and nowhere to hide

You mock me as a mere five sensed animal
But I wonder at your wizardry of sixth sense
Killing your own brethren for selfish motives
Brewing with vengeance and jealousy inside

My eleven years of life is gone already
What with my friends and mates discarding me
I am tired of all these in my life now
How I wish for a caring hand before I die

I have no name to introduce myself
After all I am an old, ugly street dog
Sure my soul will leave the world without any log
Oh God! Please tell me why am I born

See those doggies inside the gates of houses
Being hugged and pampered by their masters
How much I yearn to be loved unconditionally by someone
After all, I too have a tender heart of my own


[Written in August 2006 condemning the ruthless killings of 50,000 dogs in China through the eyes of a homeless dog]

Published in Gulf Daily News in September 2006

Where is my papa?

Back from school at four
I reclined on the chair
Snacks I ate with relish
Only to run out to meet my friends

My mama gave a loud cry at six
To caress my books for a while
My teachers stood in queue
In my dreams with a stick in hand

Everybody praises my memory power
For my smart recollection of numbers
I am through with my papa’s & mama’s
And devouring even my friends too

All of a sudden I remembered
To prepare a project on animals
I tried calling on my father
To bring those stickers on his way home

There was no answer for my calls
Was he busy with his office work
Upset terribly, I consoled myself
To call him a little later with a raised voice

Watched TV for sometime
But my project was lingering in my mind
My mama stroked my hair fondly
To ease my tension in distress

It’s already eight by then
My mama too got angry with my papa
For his addiction to office work
And negligence of his family in total

She put me to sleep so early that day
With a pat that she would handle my Miss the next day
Gone was I to the other worlds
In her cosy embrace and warmth of love

I woke up the next day so fresh
Shocked to see my mama crying in the middle
With lots of people around her
I went to her worrying about the animal stickers

They told me not to go to school
I was happy to stay back home with my mama
My eyes were searching for my dear papa
I am a six year old girl of my papa

Do you all know the truth
I am my papa’s girl throughout
His laughs and jokes I enjoy the most
Wonder always at my papa’s lovely personality

My mama was crying her heart out
But why was he not here to pacify her
Let me go and sit on my mama’s lap
As I was comfortable there in this crowd

Please let me know where is my papa
I want him to know how much we cried
I want him to cuddle his darling daughter
I want him to be back with us for ever

I miss you papa very, very much
Life is not the same sweet melody any more
Do you know papa, mama has gone thin so much
And her beauty seems lost for ever

When are you going to see us papa
With your wit and charm to mesmerize us
Today I have come with a trophy from school
I am your daughter only throughout

I cannot bear the separation from you
With a hug, I want to tell you a secret
That I love you the most in this world
Please come back soon, my dear papa
Please come back soon, my dear papa


[Written in July 2006 dedicating it to the victims and their families of 11/7 bomb attacks of Mumbai]

Life, Love & Light

Life

I often marvel at the many things that our body does at the same time. It can see the beautiful girl crossing the road, speak on the mobile, hear the music flowing from a distance, scratch the head with hands, walk on the footpath and yet sulk about the past or dreaming about the future. The core functions of life simultaneously functioning inside i.e. pumping of heart, circulation of blood and air, digestion of food, handling and broadcasting of signals by the brain and the corresponding reflex actions apart from the feelings & emotions that the invisible heart goes through…… oh, the creator must be the Perfect.

On the other side, we never feel the mind-boggling speed of earth’s rotation and revolution, nor realize the illusory impact of the sky, sunrise & sunset with our eyes. The striking snow-capped mountains, fabulous blue oceans, dense green forests, beautiful waterfalls, innocent girlish rivers, hanging clouds, the many spheres of earth (both inside and outside), effect of centripetal and centrifugal forces forcing the planets, stars and galaxies to stand apart, the invisible atoms and cells in and around us charged with energy - I am again stunned by the God’s beautiful creation and its orderliness.

I am glad that I am also a speck of this world and have a heart to appreciate, enjoy and wonder at all these things. Yes, I have life and that’s why it is possible.

Please allow me to stay here. And I want you to stay and enjoy with me.

Love

While the behavioural patterns of the animals are pre-programmed, man is the only living entity to have given freewill. No doubt, as a result of this, thank God, no two men appear as clones of each other.

We can roughly predict the reaction of an animal at any given circumstance whereas it is not so with man because of his raging intellect. Man is a unique and an interesting phenomenon to explore, thanks to his set of habits, inborn qualities, talents and drawbacks to rule him always.

Having watched ‘The Lion King’ many times, I had often wondered whether such things are true in the animal world or is it nothing but the creative display of human emotions. Even the inanimate objects are given larger than life images with man’s creativity. I could not stop smiling when I walked on the road after watching the movie ‘The cars’. Of course I enjoyed every bit of it. The story has a moral too – only love and compassion can win the hearts.

To take the point from here, the only underlying principle of all lives is ‘love’. Why does man fail miserably in this area? Because he attaches expectations to his acts. Using his analytical ability, he reasons behind his love towards others. He paints them with different relationships, conditions himself accordingly and moves a step forward or backward always, and suspects & gives colours to others’ moves too.

That’s where the spirit of love is trampled and in its place governs jealousy, hatred, anger, prejudice, pride, greediness etc. The result is nothing but destruction of us and of course the world.

Oh, Man! Have you forgotten the immortal words of the son of God “Love Thy neighbour as Thy own self”.

Awaken yourself to the truth that it is your own very nature to love all as you are nothing but love.

Light

I do not wish to contend whether the body gives up the soul or the soul gives up the body after death (assuming that there is a soul, an inner being that treats my body as a puppet). Let us hold on to our beliefs here. The point is, as soon as my death comes, my very own people dispose my well nourished body immediately.

What happens to me after that is beyond my comprehension as I have not experienced it yet.

While alive, let me close my eyes for a moment and mentally go through what have I done so far. Mind you, all these days I have been thinking that I am the best and my life is the ideal one. But, but what do I see? Many prominent dark spots are highlighted in the clear slate of consciousness. I am struggling my best to wipe them out but unsuccessful every time. I open my eyes never to visit such dark areas again but having visited once consciously, I could not avoid them. I do not wish to die when my soul is writhing in agony. What can I do now?

Is it fine if I learn a few things –

* Extend a warm hand to the needy voluntarily
* Be truthful to my words and thoughts
* Discourage the entry of anger, jealousy and pride
* Care not for others’ opinions and back talks on me
* Give a fresh, broad smile to all never showing my pains and sorrows of life
* Like what I do
* Strive to be a perfectionist
* Practise human values
* Make my place a heaven to live for me and others
* Simple living and high thinking
* Love all
* And mainly entrust myself to the Eternal Father

Now, I find my blemishes slowly fading as I start practising the above diligently.

Ah! I see only Light everywhere. And that Light is nothing but Love. That Love is nothing but God. That God is present in every one of us and every atom of the universe. The whole universe is sparkling in Light now.

I am a spark of that Light and in fact I am that Light.

Life, Love & Light – that’s me. So are you.

Frozen moments of an evening

It is an evening. The sun has set already and the mid east heat is gone. Cool breeze is blowing gently. The contours of shimmering clouds are slowly giving way to embrace darkness. The fake blue turning black sky refuses to show me its display of stars because of the fully lit city.

I am refusing to budge from the balcony. In fact, I am sitting on the chair with both my legs up, embracing them with my hands resting my chin on the knees. It may sound childish but I love to sit that way always. My eyes watch the birds chirping with an urge to go back home. My misty eyes try to capture the reflections of faces that I have come across of which one stands in front ….

I am neither born rich nor pathetically poor but to modest middle-class parents settled in a sleepy town of Tamilnadu who had to take care of the educational and societal needs of the family of six.

My father was an embodiment of love and patience… my first inspiration and the best man I have met so far. Was he a good husband, a good brother, a good friend? I don’t know really but he had only praises to hear wherever he went.

He was an excellent father in all ways; never giving us advice but guiding us with options. He didn’t give us riches to inherit but showed us how to lead a life of determination, love, sincerity, honesty and dedication. His loss was truly irreparable for me. I am searching for just one more man like him in my life? Is it possible?

In this world, nobody can replace anybody as everyone is unique in our own ways. He has etched such a beautiful picture in my heart which I could never explain in words. So who else can replace him in my heart till my death?

Did I say ‘was’ all along? Yes, he is no more. He died 9 years ago due to the spread of gangrene infection in his legs. The 70-year old lion faced death knowingly and I saw it with my own eyes.

I vividly remember the day I landed in Pune with my 3-month old baby only to be shocked to see my handsome father reduced to the size of an emaciated victim. His eye sockets sunken deep, cheeks turned inward, his wheat complexioned skin riddled with wrinkles, his mouth full of ulcers, his bare chest literally displaying the skeletal bones, his rotten feet covered with a blanket……

I am just looking at the serene sky searching for the lost soul. Is the death painful for all? Or is it a deliberate illusion to have fear for death?

Where is he gone? Is he mixed with the breeze I am enjoying or merged in the vast expanse of the sky or become those hanging clouds that I admire every minute?

Yes. The soul has perfectly played its role and vanished from my life. I thank God for giving such wonderful parents. I don’t cry any more.

Of course, he taught us one thing or should I say, we learnt from the way he lived – this world is bound to change always; so never hold opinions on others.

Now, it’s my turn to live, to march on.

My consciousness slowly shifts. I can see my boundless enthusiasm burning inside slowly dimming due to the lack of that friendly, long term unconditional pat. I melt in those thoughts, yearn to dissolve my body at my will and be an invisible part of the cosmos.

But nothing happens….. That restless little bird flies hither and thither. My wish to become that bird to fly high carefree and touch the sky remains a dream….

I hear a voice beaming, “What are you dreaming sitting all alone? What do you see in those stars and sky all the time?”

I postpone my dating with nature, enter into the house and merge with the human bonds.

Silence

In the roaring sounds of the waves
I identified the thought that paves
Way to enter into my darkest caves
With the desire that eternally raves

I waited at the doorstep patiently
Watching its footstep discreetly
Decided to slay it ruthlessly
Only then could I remain peacefully

Ms. Thought played the role of dalliance
I was about to lose my stance
Suddenly I became vigilant at once
And caught it with root and sense

Thus I learnt to catch them all
Never to miss my golden ball
This is the secret of my feat that is tall
To get a glimpse please come all

I have no history to stamp a rate
No mystery to name it as fate
I am the only master of my gate
Silence is thus my only state

Silence skillfully plays with words
Silence beautifully paints the thoughts
But silence identifies not with such darts
As I am that silence that rises above gods

Krishna, my beloved

O Wind, here is a request from an old dame
Kind and generous you are in this world of name
Please carry my story to my beloved without fail
Waiting am I for an answer with a wail
Sure you too would shed tears hearing my tale
For his acts were nothing short of gale

I was innocent and fresh as a flower
Knew not anything of fame or power
Played merrily with peals of laughter
Balanced my acts of duty with less chatter
Looked around suddenly as I extended my wing
Only to be carried away by this charming king

With a singing tone he entered into my den
Looked into my eyes even in a group of ten
Black is he yet he made me stumble at his feet
Cornering me he spoke tales of his feat
Laden with love he approached me to hold
Thrilled was I as I saw one who was bold

He is very black and I am only fair
His beauty radiated even my hearty lair
He is all-knowing and I am only dunce
But his compassion made me at ease at once
His eyes are expressive but mine are very dull
Yet they spoke his love for me in a lull

He is full of fun while I am such a bore
Yet he had lots to share piled in his store
He had married many and I am married too
Yet he comforted that love only counts in what I do
He had many lovers but I had none at my stake
He came behind this fool only to take

My life too blossomed all of a sudden
For he kissed my tears in my dreams even
My duties mocked me from a distance
They appeared too worldly in my own stance
I longed to be with this boy leaving everything
Yet I had my duties to keep me in my ring

I blushed when he stamped me as innocent
Grieved when I failed to see his face pleasant
Laughed when he cracked jokes in an instant
Contented when I saw him even for a moment
Wondered when he displayed his unmatched strength
Cried a lot when he did not speak to me in length

On the fateful day, he flew away from my tent
Leaving me with memories only to lament
Can you locate him from wherever he is hiding?
O Wind, explain to him my soulful tears that are flowing
Be careful in identifying my beloved correctly
Deliver my message of love whose heart pine longingly
My people are ever vigilant about my craziness
So secretly deliver this message but only in hastiness

Tell him I am disturbed terribly by his eyes
Remembering his lips that never told lies
Was tripped by his beauty that is black to behold
As he stole my heart by his song of flute in his fold
Am unable to eat even a morsel of food in distress
Also hate to beautify as I care for myself less

Heard that he is still a man of fun
Does he not remember our days of pun?
If at all he wanted to leave me for ever
Why should he play with my feelings ever?
I am equally blamed for I was also a part of this clandestine love
Yet he too is answerable to calls of this love

Tell him I want to meet him only once
Tell my woes of separation that burns me since
Tell him of the madness of my present state
Tell him I know only to think of him of late
Tell him of my tales of cries for his welfare
Tell him I have forgotten about myself in this life of warfare

Shake him to answer his lady love who is sad
Find out at least if he recollects me who is mad
Do you know O wind, that only women face the brunt?
Is he not a testimony to attest my statement?
I may die of his separation as I am unable to bear
No, no, if I die the world would talk bad of my dear
I see him only as he has filled my mind and heart
Hear from me, I begin my day only with a painful start

Hesitate not, for my words are nothing but truth
Convey my undying love to my boy of blithe
What should I do now as I really do not know?
Ah! Let him answer for he is my Lord before whom I bow
So what, is he not my beloved who is only mine
There is no me or he in my love and pain

Yet this wisdom does not dawn on me quite often
My tearful eyes wait longingly for a union
Hear this secret that my beloved is my all in this life
Though my body is highly duty bound as a wife
What else can I do I know not as he ignores this stupid?
Yet my language and knowledge is only love for my beloved

Krishna, my friend

I wake up in the morning early to start my hectic day

He creeps into my mind at once to stay for the day

I politely tell him to come back later once my work is over

He gives me a look that breaks my heart to shiver

I am a fool, I have not introduced him to you all

He is my dearest friend, never he leaves me at all

I lovingly call him ‘Kaala’ as he is black as coal

He urges me to finish my earthly role fast only to talk fruitfully

When I ask him about his mother who misses him so much

He sheds tears of love for his two mothers in fact as such

When I ask him about his friends who were behind him always

He shares his feelings emotionally for their sake on all days

When I eagerly ask him about his pranks of his childhood

He comes near me to cheerfully explain them in detail

When I ask him about his lovers who pine for him

He says that they never lost him for they eternally reside in his heart

When I ask him whether he would leave me too to dwell in darkness

He promises me in whispers that his friendship is there for me forever

Listen to me about such a friend who cares for me tenderly

He laughs at my prattle, yet he likes me to the core truly

When I go to a shop to buy a grand dress

He murmurs from behind not to waste money

When I give away my little holdings happily

He appreciates my heart with an advice to expand widely

When I comb my hair looking at my gray hair

He consoles me that it is just the play of time

When I speak a little more to others

He reminds me that I must check my tongue

When I am angry with myself for my foolishness

He cracks many a joke to cheer me from my distress

When I am upset with others for their haughtiness

He advises me with stories to rise only in meekness

When I am in joyful mood that I go round and round

He too joins me in my happiness as a true friend

When I hear complaints from his girlfriends

He sweetly allows me to twist his ears for his act

When I get irritated with his open mischief on me

He pleads with me to forgive him wholeheartedly

When I hear words that my heart cannot bear

He touches my shoulder in concern to take things lightly

When I am bogged with situations that pains me

He strokes my head and showers his soothing love

When I fail to return my love to near ones explicitly

He urges me to express my affection for them frankly

When I commit grave mistakes

He whips me with his words, yet he cares for me

When I struggle to learn new things

He applauds me even for my failed attempts

When I am in sorrow that disturbs my peace

He understands my feelings and silently sheds tears

When I loudly cry for the loss of lives in disasters

He dutifully delivers his teachings of life and death

When I ask him why he punishes people ruthlessly

He says that it is only their untruth that kills them knowingly

When I ask him why he does not play his flute any more

He says that I can hear him when I purify my core

When I ask him about the relationships of earthly life

He tells me to be loyal to all, yet use my intellect as a knife

When I ask him how I can rise to his level of divinity

He says that I must forgo my likes and dislikes

When I ask him why the world talks bad about us

He says that they know not the truth as there is no male or female actually

When I ask him how he is so detached

He laughs on my imprudence for he is the Lord , so pray to Him consciously

I have never dreamt that such a friend can enter into my life too

He says that he too yearns for my friendship

Have you ever heard of such a friend who gives everything for my sake

Here is one who lifts me from ignorance every time I become fake

Hey! Here is an assurance from me to blindly take his hand

For his teachings are stressed only on love unconditional

[I don't have the habit of editing my earlier works. But here, as a special case, I have removed just a few non-essential words from the original for a better read. Perhaps, if written now, my style would be different for sure. :) - April 17, 2013]

Krishna, my son

Come my dear friends quietly and see my darling son
He sleeps sweetly not knowing of hearts he has stolen

Can you not see the dried tears beneath his collyrium eyes
For I caught him red-handed when stealing butter kept at highs

Are you interested to know how he troubles me the whole day
Listen carefully how he makes me dance in his own way

I ask him to drink milk from the cup without any spill
He nods his head innocently only to draw maps of milk with his quill

I catch his hand carefully to give him bath nicely
Instead he splashes water all over drenching me completely

I hold his black face softly to apply collyrium for his little eyes
Instead he paints my fair face black as he rubs his with his cries

I decorate him patiently to see my dearest look beautiful
Instead he soils them quickly, yet he does not look awful

I take him to the balcony to teach him about birds and sky
Yonder he looks at my face lovingly as if he is very shy

I enter into the kitchen to cook food for my beauty
He catches me from behind never allowing me to perfect my duty

I feed him with my hands with lots of love and affection
He swallows not quickly and makes me sit in front of him in tension

I try to gulp my food very fast standing in a corner before he comes
He finds somehow and pesters me to play with him leaving all chores

I go for my bath after patting him on his back for a good nap
He gives me a shock when I return, by pouring ghee on his lap

I clean the house meticulously to look shining and tidy
He creates a storm thus turning the house totally messy

I mop the floor quickly fearing my sweetheart might fall down
He splashes flour from my back to make me look like a clown

I take my lovely boy out to my friends’ place with all pride
He embarrasses me with naughtiness only to end up in deride

I try to concentrate on books to learn something new
He runs out to my arms to demand attention due

I sit for prayers with my little love beside me to learn
He laughs and laughs uproariously forcing me to be stern

I want to offer flowers to the Lord by making them a garland
To my dismay, he grabs from my hand only to garland himself with his own hand

I want to listen to the music with eyes closed to enjoy its essence
He blows his flute near my ears making me lose all sense

I practise and practise to imprint my dear son on a paper
He tears all my hard work apart only to look at my face later

I manage to write a poem on his beauty and pranks
He tiptoes to scribble on them only to explain his cranks

I ask him to learn something from others fruitfully
He laughs all the time ignoring my laments gleefully

I sing his favourite lullaby to put him to a good night sleep
He asks many questions about his black skin with a weep

I better stop with this as the list goes endless
He accuses me sometimes as if I care for him less

Are you all going through the same phase just like me
Or am I the only one to struggle with this boy who acts like a bee

I am deceived every time by his sweetness and matchless looks
As my heart is full of love for my only one who is full of wits

Do not advise me to whack my little boy for his naughtiness
As he is my heart and soul to lead this life in happiness

I am thoroughly broken with his pranks, so I cry helplessly
He silently kisses on my cheeks and embraces me with all love tightly

Sshhh.., let us disperse quickly for he may wake up by our noise
Let me also pray to the Lord to correct my child and give him poise

Oh! What a fool am I! Is he not my Lord with the flute whom I pray
Yet I have all the right to keep him in my fold till I lay

I see you only

In the pit patter of the rain
In the innocent fear of the deer

In the flying freedom of the bird
In the bright morning sunshine

In the roaring waves of the sea
In the humming buzz of the bee

In the fluttering of butterfly
In the arched clear blue sky

In the dark rain bearing cloud
In the thunder that is loud

In the meditative poise of the peak
In the dancing tunes of the river

In the jumping urgency of falls
In the still waters of the lake

In the silken touch of breeze
In the ghastly play of the storm

In the trodden path of earth
In the frozen caps of ice

In the green trees of forest
In the barren dry desert

In the fountains that enthralls
In the beauty of the rainbow

In the touching lyrics of the poet
In the love that brings in pain

In the things that all I see
Even in the rejection of your me

In this world great and small
In them I see you only to fall

Untitled 'me'

Anything that I think
Emanates from the deep sink
Anything that I read
Gives me a royal brainy feed

Anything that I speak
Classifies me as a geek
Anything that I see
Squeezes soul out of me

Anything that I hear
Sometimes makes me shiver
Anything that I need
Reaches in effortless ease

Anything that I want
I end up only with a taunt
Anything that I write
Comes straight from the heart

Anything that I know
Pushes me only to bow
Anything that I do
Becomes my life of undo

Anything that I ask
Has no selfishness to accuse
Anything that I demand
Keeps me not in the forefront

That’s why
Anything that I pray
Fructifies soon in the day

Happy Diwali

I buy plenty of dresses
But the excitement is missing
I make a lot of sweets
But my mother’s touch is missing
I see crackers on the television
But my father’s mischievous smile is missing
I don’t fight for my share any more
But my brother & sisters are missing
I want to hug Mothi when he shivers for every cracker sound
But his loving presence is missing
Where are those innocent days gone
I am searching and searching
Never to return to them

Still my only wish is………..
Let there be only light everywhere

Tamaso Maa Jyotirgamaya

Happy Diwali!

A chat between Mind and Heart

[A solitary writer sits near the window gazing at the sky. As he watches the birds flying high, he could hear a dialogue between his mind and heart. Come, let us hear what they talk]


Hey, Heart! How are you?
Going on

I wanted to meet you for a long time
Is it so? Why?

About a question that eats me
Go ahead

Why do you want to write? For glittering name?
No

For ever lasting fame?
No

To accumulate money?
No

To walk with pride?
No

To rule the stage?
No

To cheat others that you are too good?
NEVER

To impress others posing you are great?
No

To imitate other poets & writers?
Not necessary for me

To quench your literary thirst?
It was before, not now

To improve your language skills?
Not interested any more

To expand your knowledge?
I don’t understand this question

To develop thinking power?
Not my cup of tea 

To attempt creativity?
Don’t joke around please

To oblige requests?
May be

To etch out pains & pleasures?
May be

To express your love & concern?
May be

To pour open your feelings & emotions?
May be

To record your life?
Is my life really worth?

To play with words?
Sometimes

So do you derive intellectual pleasure?
I can’t say

To expose others?
Why should I? It is not my concern

To preach others?
Me ??????? Never

To be a role model?
I am not one

To compensate your silence?
To a certain extent

To improve your personality?
Yes, but this alone won’t help

What do you want actually?
Nothing

How can you be satisfied?
I am always full

Do you have any demands?
No

Do you like to command?
No

Are you too docile and polite?
Ask others


Do you mar other lives?
Why do you ask me about your job?

Hahaha! Shall I teach you something?
No need

You will look like a clown
Never mind

People will trample on your feelings
I know

They will think and look cheap about you
Let them think

You want to treasure your works
Not very particular

Shall we become friends?
I have no problems

I may influence you
Let me see

I may ruin your life
How can a friend do that?

I am impressed with you
Thanks

Shall we become man and wife?
Hahaha! How can that be?

Why not? I like you very much now
You are fickle and may throw me out

Are you scared of me?
No, I am not smart enough to match you

What if I become so naïve like you?
Fine, I have no problems then

Oh God! You can’t be like this?
Why?

You will be taken for a ride
Let it be. I can’t change

Sorry. I withdraw my proposal. I can’t live with you
Thanks

You are a gone case
I told you earlier itself

You are not sad about this
Thanks for your sentiments

What if I backtalk about you?
What else can I do?

I am in love with you really now
Why do you change stands?

I don’t know why
Think and let me know

Till such time what will you do?
I shall wait patiently

Will you write about me too?
I am suspending all works for sometime

Why?
Please don’t ask me

Is it painful?
Yes, very much

When will you resume?
I don’t know

OK. Take care and I shall be back soon
Sure. You too take care

Bye
Bye

How I wish

The blue sky and ocean waters
Unite at a distance
Their rendezvous seems so real
How I wish so it should be!

The moon and blinking stars
Stand as one big family
Their intimacy seems so real
How I wish so it should be!

The sun’s crimson rays
Beam twice a day in shyness
Its globe trotting adventure seems so real
How I wish so it should be!

The faceless shadows of man
Stay with him always
Their sizzling relationship seems so real
How I wish so it should be!

The biology and chemistry
Induces kiss and miss
Concluding this fancy as real
How I wish so it should be!

Temptations and tensions
Dissipate in my physiology
My love is long lasting and real
How I wish it is understood as it should be!

A prayer

I wish to see only Thee in the scars
Also in the arched sky and stars
In the human bonding of faces
That heralds the emotions in phases

I know Thee to be very close to me
Dancing to Thy tunes in glee
But my opened eyes foolishly look
Only out caught by the worldly hook

Happy am I for my wrongs of many hue
For they prick me to think only of You
Take this child in Thy hand I request
As she longs for one to guide in her quest

Today's thought

Learning and wisdom are superfluities, the surface glitter merely, but it is the heart that is the seat of all power.

- Swami Vivekananda

The curious incident of the dog in the night-time

When I tried to pour down my feelings as a six-year old girl in my write-up 'Where is my papa?', I found how difficult it is to write children's books. Years back, when a 'special child' (autistic child) visited our house, I wondered how could their world, feelings and thoughts be, as I had never had a close watch of them. I could not get into their inside world howmuchever I tried to read about their behavioural patterns. But loads of love reserved always.

This story, 'The curious incident of the dog in the night-time' by Mark Haddon has blown me totally. Whatever you name it - creative, interesting, moving, informative etc, it is worth treasuring it and giving it as a gift for the adolescents and adults alike. Winner of the 'Whitbread Book of the Year', this book has amazed and influenced me of the creative style, the usage of 'and', the mathematical equations, the smileys and the approach of the author.

Oh, God! There are many Christophers out there who could not understand the oscillating behaviours of the normal people and who could not be understood as well. Can anyone write soooooo simply and yet touch the roots of your heart? Yes, here is the answer.

A must to read and adorn your book-shelf.

O Mother Nature

Sitting in the porch of my home
I watch the downpour from the sky dome
In a slanting array of its display
Water perform its powerful play

Rains lashing out here in Mumbai
Unstoppable is the nature’s joy
Plants and trees waving their arms
Joy or agony I know not their qualms

O Nature, please slow down a little
I assure you, none dare ever to belittle
See, sparrows are shivering outside in confusion
As if accusing me as a selfish person

Fire may be quenched by water’s power
But nothing can withhold the ruthless shower
Nay, who can understand your secret desires
As I keep wondering at your many faces

My tears have reasons known only to me
But never do they affect anyone except me
Why do you cry so publicly O Mother Nature
It disturbs many to lose their priceless life stature

Your beauty sizzles in mountains in coy
In plains and rivers you laugh out of joy
Living would be a disaster without you
Poets die to praise you standing in a queue

Are you not a mother of us all
Who would come at our beckoning call
As always, lead us with your charming stare
And bless us only with your soothing care

The Kite Runner

I am completely bowled over by the debut novel of by Dr. Khaled Hosseini. I may be late in reading this book but it would stay in my mind for a long time. Such an emotional packed drama it is set at the backdrop of Afghanistan and America, Taliban rule and the freedom of American soil, the sin and the redemption - surely the novelist has put his heart more into his first novel. Rather it looks like he has relived the story what with his bio perfectly coinciding with this native Afghan relocating to America.

More than the protagonist of the play (Amir), I am deeply touched by the innocent and extraordinary character of Hassan (who shines in every page) and his son, Sohrab. The author's intelligence gets splashed everywhere, a few samples I give below:

- It always hurts more to have and lose than to not have in the first place.

- He flicked his cigarette out of window. "How much more do you need to see? Let me save you the trouble: Nothing that you remember has survived. Best to forget."

"I don't want to forget anymore," I said.

- "Father used to say it's wrong to hurt even bad people. Because they don't know any better, and because bad people sometimes become good."

- In Kabul, hot running water had been like fathers, a rare commodity.

Memories die hard as they keep bouncing back fresh even after many years. Yes, the author has reaffirmed this truth in this book. A good read indeed!

A trip to Kodaikanal

My stay in Kodaikanal (July 13-16) with family and friends was a memorable one. The virgin beauty of the land, the lavish spread of greenery, the serene & beautiful lake, the thick mist & fog covering our ways during our entourage to various places, the hand-in-hand & arm-in-arm honeymooners in their dream worlds - all make the place all the more attractive and wonderful.

It was a pleasure to go on cycling around the lake (more to it, a few young boys ragging and coming along with me & my friend - oh, feeling so young and fresh :-)), a little bit of horse-riding, walks in the plush lawn gliding downhill creating a totally irresistible urge to roll on it endlessly, trying our hands to carry loads on our heads which the tribals do it with elan (hey, I managed to walk a few paces too and I can proudly say that I was the only one to do it), words dancing in my dreams all of a sudden to carve out the beauty of the place, a long drive to Mannavanur village drinking the scenic beauty of the still unspoilt and unexplored lake - all will be cherished as memories for a long time. I may have to borrow words and improve my vocabulary to paint them completely in words and to make you all chill out with the same feelings as mine.

See the beautiful backdrop for yourself.

Wise words of Shakespeare

Some people are born great
Some achieve greatness
Some have greatness thrust upon them

A reader's wish

Many I would have read but only a few stay fresh in my mind. I still remember how much I cried after reading 'The blind dog' by R.K. Narayan (during my childhood). Recently when I read the works of Oscar Wilde once again, the impact was more this time. 'The Happy Prince' and 'The Nightingale and the rose' have disturbed me so much that I became restless to change the endings all by myself. I feel a sharp pain in the heart. Hats off to the great writer! How beautifully he has captured the world in the real sense!

Wish I too could write soulfully one day!

A warm welcome

Cool breeze coupled with dreamy drizzles gave chilled cheeks and nose as I landed in Chennai, an unusual sight during unusual season. As I proceeded towards home, I was fondly looking at the familiar hoardings, roads, traffic and everything. Many things inspired me a lot. I wish I could pen them down one day.

Thanks Mother India for giving such a grand welcome one more time.

The search of a traveller

Wandered in the woods long and deep
None was there to care and peep
Lingered in the solitude of mountains steep
Lacked the pat of the friendly quip

Flew in the sky far and wide
All alone in my fluttering stride
Stormed the temples in the finest ride
Only to meet with the ghastly side

Gasped for a shoulder to rest awhile
Steered was I with my guileless style
Grasped not little the freedom of the vile
Touched by the charms of the innocent smile

Wonder now loudly what is my way
Know not anything what to say
Where is my mentor to lift from my bay
Hold shall I tightly only to pray

Waver not in your mind lay where you stay
Follow your heart come what may
Learn to spread the beauty of gay
Lest not hear you shall only pay

Live life once with dash of innocence
Kindle your feelings with clear radiance
Extend all warmth with no nuisance
Love your friend of meaningful alliance

No other simpler way you shall find here
Rest all lead you only to bind mere
Accept this simple truth to transcend in tier
Love is the secret and power of the seer

Those unforgettable memories

I really don’t know where to start about my school which gracefully housed me from KG to 12th. Fond memories gush in.

I still remember my first day of school. My first day tears were answered by a fat, chubby girl with her holding of my hands comforting me “Don’t worry. I am there for you.” Indeed she was there for me throughout my school days. Do you know my dear friend, even now whenever I go out I keep my eyes open with a hope that I shall dash on you one day? I want to meet you at least once and thank you for all you have given me.

The strict Anglo-Indian Miss in her mini-skirt flashes in next who taught me ABCD. My unforgettable class teacher for three consecutive years (3rd, 4th & 5th) - how sweet and caring she was! She didn’t even know how to get angry. Probably I got inspired by her in a subtle level.

My stint in I standard brings in cheer and laughter in me. That was the Annual Day function and I was one of the performers of the rhyme “Little Boy Blue, Come blow your horn” (I still remember the practice sessions vividly). Another participant brought costume for me and I performed with that on stage. Once my role was over, I immediately returned her belongings, and with just a slip to hang on, I ran towards my house which was very close-by at that time. Unfortunately, none was there and I started crying. I didn’t realize that my parents would have come to watch me perform. One of the neighbours consoled me and directed me towards the school. I found them in that huge crowd somehow and you know, they were shocked to see me in that beautiful costume.

Many teachers and friends walk my memory path briskly. I remember each one of them. How can I forget my 4th standard classmate who died of brain tumour? How many times I would have enacted the roles of “The Three Questions” and “The Merchant of Venice”, only God knows. I still admire the character Portia for her intelligence.

My drama and song practices, essay competitions that I have won, my drawing stints in the form of innumerable charts I had churned out for my class, the mid-day meal volunteering services that I managed diligently during my 9th & 10th standards, the soft corner that I always enjoyed from teachers and friends because of my quiet nature, my 9th standard science teacher who became one of my best friends (it was she who taught me that age is not a barrier for any relationship), my passion for English (I want to see the reaction of my English teacher when she reads my poems – will she mock me or praise me), the rustic atmosphere of creepers and crawlers decorating our 8th standard class which was supplemented with two swings next to our class, the celebration of Joseph Day with candles & incense sticks – I can write a novel on all these things.

And most importantly, the Christ on Cross from whom I have silently learnt the lesson of tolerance. How many marriages, the bride in white especially, had been blessed by that pure Master in front of my eyes! Am curious to know if all those marriages are working out successfully based on tolerance at least. My tears come alive whenever I think of those innocent days wherein I cried in front of him for the pains he had undergone at the time of crucifixion.

I am dreaming of visiting my school one day, sit in those steps and replay those memories, touch those walls passionately, visit the church and cry one more time for my Jesus. Will it remain a dream, I don’t know.

I have not forgotten anybody. My memory lapse stops with my understanding and recall of subjects. I don’t feel ashamed to shed a drop of tear as I reminisce those innocent, carefree days because I have a tender heart to feel them even now.

Prayer

Beauty invites special compliments
I crave not to have one

Wealth cheers cruel attitudes
I need not retain one

Power rules ravening fowls
I grab not to enjoy one

Education shelters intellectual pleasures
I dream not to master one

Hatred guarantees feudal enemities
I desire not to possess one

Anger ignites mental imbalances
I like not to identify one

Jealousy cooks ugly delicacies
I yearn not to taste one

Selfishness adorns human minds
I strive not to buy one

Patience befriends many virtues
I dare not to lose one

Giving destroys grumbling greediness
I long to be blessed with one

Love transcends all boundaries
I pray only for such a one

A tale of tears

Happier occasions
Sorrowful situations
Heralding moments
Painful downfalls
Thumping successes
Doomed failures
Unexpected courtesies
Aching punches
Words of praises
Torrents of abuses
Joyful incidents
Migraine attacks
Simple wishes
Acidic accusations
Gentle hugs
Surprise gifts
Nature’s beauty
Others’ miseries
Dashes of love
Artists’ works
Soulful music
And many more….

During all such times
Her heart throbs
With a call instantly
To release me
And decorate her cheeks
Obeying the orders
I come out of my den
Giving a salty tinge to her lips
Can anyone secretly tell me
If she is misusing me

Oh! Flower

You looked fresh and stunning
Bright and beautifully radiating
As my eyes admired you
And my heart longed to touch you
I heard a feeble cry
Interspersed with laughs of shy
Disturbed I asked you lovingly
But you remained silent astonishingly
I observed the strangers passing-by
With the only wish to bring in more joy

Breeze touched you gently and went away
You liberally thanked him with your sway
From bud you blossomed into a flower
You thanked Sun with your upheld stature
Your mother tree possessed you caringly
With your beauty you thanked her finely
A few came near to pluck away from your mother
I drove them all to leave where you were
Then came a bee from nowhere
I watched you silently from near

The bee took the nectar from you and flew away
Was it a painful process I didn’t know till that day
Or was it a joyful communion, you please say
Nevertheless I saw you accepting all till you lay
I learnt mutely how patient you were
A loner’s life it was without a pair
With the sunset, your glorious presence ended
Your sobs and laughs had finally ended
What a life you had led I wonder
I wish to lead a life like you, My Flower

Ravines of time

In this glitzy competitive world
I dare to throw away ornaments of gold
Any one can claim me to be in their fold
Love is the one that keeps my life in hold

Fashion shall die in grief upon seeing me
Glitter and glamour would run away from me
The reason for their anger is simple you see
For I don’t treat them royally in glee

I am born with only grit and determination
Though never seen sunshine in any dimension
Words of praise and abuse shower in profusion
With a laugh I accept such life without apprehension

A few have become dear to me so easily
Many give a formal smile deliberately
I chuckle to my heart’s content inwardly
As the soul’s language is not understood clearly

Childhood fantasies are limitless to narrate
Innocence is what reigns when they gyrate
Time stops for none till date
Lesson I learnt is not to hate

Let there be peace and tranquility everywhere
Only kindness and love rule all over
Freezing such moments of happiness forever
Let us transcend time’s mischievous play ever

A journey

Holding the hands of my father
I walked a long distance
With a wish to touch the horizon
Where the sky shied of crimson frills
Only to kiss the unknown land
I was only a kid then

I hoped to see that glorious one day
Alas! Never has it become a reality
I was fooled every time by my eyes
Only to give a jerk in my heart
With a shear feeling I boarded a train
And sat quietly with a clouded brain

Trees ran away very fast from my sight
As if hate to see me in fright
A wise came near me voluntarily
To remind me of the moving train
Oh! Once again my eyes failed miserably
To show that I am wrong totally

I looked inside the train now
Watched people talking in voices high & low
A few became friendly with this dullard too
Discussed issues of interest in full
But slowly one by one moved away from me
As their destinations repelled them from me

I was sitting all alone in the train now
Carried my backpack and got down
Walked the path in a goalless stride
Realised finally that….
My life is only a roller-coaster ride
It is only me and me to stand by my side

My love affair

We are made for each other
Always hand in hand
I never miss him
Especially on occasions
Everybody knows him
For our love is explicit

I am waiting in the crowd
For my adorable….
As the pounding noise comes closer
My heart shakes a bit
Only to give an indication
He is not too far….

I welcome him gracefully
With my misty eyes and a warm smile
Oh! Once again he has conquered me
And has swiftly taken my hand to the dark room
Tears flow by instantly…..
For he proves his immanent love one more time

My encounters with him gush forth
And bring laughter in the brain
He stays with me for longer every time
Though our affair goes on for years
As he enjoys every moment with me
I too doth enjoy a ball with him

Am happy there is at least one
Who wants me always….
Though my loyal lover is a bit possessive
He spreads only royal treatment for me
He is none other than my dear migraine
Who is there for me in sunshine and rain

At last

A hot summer day it is, he enters into that desert in torn clothes and matted hair
Walking among the sand dunes, he reminisces his princely days of care

Touched by the piercing love of cacti, he keeps them safely in their place
With a willful smile on his lips, he walks alone in a leisurely pace

Feeling the burning heat, his swollen feet cry badly to rest
Unheeding the request, he continues his life journey in quest

In the whirlwind of sand, he is caught unawares to move anywhere
Usurped by feelings, his mind raises a bigger storm from nowhere

Sun is gone but Moon is back with her svelte charm to kindle fantasy
With an empty look, he applauds the vast expanse of brown audience for its courtesy

In front of his mind camera, the forgotten days of glory replays its charm
With a heave of sigh, he feels the pain in his heart as if stung by bees in swarm

Hunger and thirst haunt him as he gasps during those final moments of departure
Closing his eyes gently at last, he accepts her loving hand given as a gesture

With their hands locked, their spirits rise shirking off the pains of separation
They thank liberally for their failed love is glorified by all in adoration

The night is over but he still stays on his sand bed all alone careless
A friend of him comes near with a morning wish only to take him back to his palace

Wiping his eyes in excitement, he jumps up to embrace his pal lovingly
With a thrill voice, he narrates how he lived a story once again to write impeccably

In this big world of glamour, millions wait to have a glimpse of him
A celebrity he is after all, his every poem is a rage to conquer them as a hymn

Wherever you are

Bright candle
Asked me for the light
I stuttered …
But it cried …
‘I am not as bright as that one’
I gave a whack on its head
‘What a fool you are!
It’s only your light that is’

As I moved on
Somebody screamed
‘Why am I not a rock?’
Oh! That was the squeaky voice of sand
I pacified them tenderly
‘Remember, it is only you’
They tickled my feet
Out of excitement and let me go

I met the dreamy white flower
Fresh among her green friends
She whispered anxiously
‘Why is my life so short?’
I reminded that spotless angel
‘Yes, you die but your honey lives’
She bid bye with her soft touch
And I moved towards my home

Memories rocked me sternly
Only for the emotions to run rampant
I saw faces in that smoke
That paraded one by one
I realized at last……
Life has many surprise packages
Justifying my mood swings
This I say as I breathe my last…….

Wherever you are……..
I thank you for all you have given

Wherever you are……..
I treasure you in my heart

A feeling...

Those eyes……
Looked hither and thither
Totally restless
Walking up and down

I was watching him
With great admiration
How attractive he looks!
May I touch him once

His head angled at me at last
Eyes looked into mine for a moment
In a flash he turned his head away
Did he fear of falling for me

My heart wanted
To cuddle him once
He didn’t understand
My overflowing love

I adored him from wherever I was
Not to disturb him in anyway
Finally…..
He quickly moved away

Wish I too have wings
Just like him ………
To enjoy a joyful flight
And forget the pains of life!

Starry gaze

It was an evening
I was lying on the beach
Enjoying the he-man sea
Kissing his beloved shore

He comes back again and again
To his permanent love
Night and day he touches her
But never gets satiated
I smiled at this nature’s drama
Always orderly and unchanged

Noises around me slowly faded away
Could see a few shadows here and there
Turned my gaze towards the sky
In that dark liquid atmosphere
Stars winked at me personally
I was excited to see their gesture
My pupil started admiring them one by one
What a beautiful design on the space!

My mind instantly dug from memory
Of its size and its hot state
But my heart refused to accept
As its beauty is irresistible
I wonder now ……
How would the sky look without these stars

Themes would have eluded the poets
Astronomy, a subject of fiction
Twinkling rhymes a dream
And charm gone from the sky
Forever……..
Of course, without our own star Sun
Earth would have perished
Including you and me

I understood…….
Each star is unique in its own way
In the nature’s scene
Only when stars are seen together
In the black canvas of creation
They give an adoring finish to the sky
And a feast to our eyes

Yes, you are one such star
So am I!

That voice...

I don’t see him
But I get thrilled
I don’t talk to him
Yet I travel to different worlds
In a corner I sit quietly
Yet his rays beam me
I only hear his voice
And melt and melt…..

With my eyes closed
I waited patiently

His name was announced
My heart came to my mouth
Mikes were checked
I felt my pulse
Instruments ready
I became restless
That mellifluous voice
Finally came alive….

I am a dullard in all ways
Yet that voice soaked me

Those great display of feelings
Killed my pride & vanity
Tears trickled down
Felt an upsurge of emotions in the heart
He ended his sonata at last
But I reveled inside
Everybody left including him
I returned home with his voice

I am waiting with my eyes closed
Patiently and longingly…..
To hear him sing one more time
And simply vanish in thin air
I know not what is music
Yet I appreciate every art work of man
For such excellence only reveal
A glimpse of cosmic love

A wish

Life is……
Wonderful and thrilling
Unexpected surprises keep visiting her
Her tender heart cries many times for a giant leap
But it never happens however

She goes on as usual
The punctures of life never wither her
For……
She locks her treasures in her heart carefully
And reminisces them within her

One day……
She will vanish from this world
And take her treasures with her
To the other world
I wish her all the very best

Will I ever....

Rhyming endings
Look like a distant dream
Grammar of the language
Laughs at my clumsy trials
Words of dictionary
Seem alien to my standard
Vocabulary of my brain
Kicks me never to start
Beautiful handwriting
An art I have to learn
Memory of my mind
Applauds for its lapse
Computer software
Is difficult to handle
Reading books
Is conquered by sleep
Looking outside
Still themes elude my hand
Thoughts to ponder
None I have however

I jumped up once
To paint my thoughts
That demanded me to write
But my proud assets
Refuse to leave me alone
I try to drive them all away
But its love is so great
I am also drooled by its charm
Still….
Someday I wish
To write a poem and post here
Can anyone agree loudly
To take my assets away
And lend your radiance
I hear none come forward
Never mind folks
One day you will find one
With all its glitter
Out of my own hardwork
But……
A final question
Will I ever do it……
I doubt

I was all alone

The other day……
I was sitting all alone
In the midst of furniture
Totally unmoved like a statue
No temptation for books
Thoughts all over my body
But no inclination to write
Lots of work I had
But no mood to do anything
My joy reflected in every cell
Wanted to touch the sky
Be a bird for a free fly
But…..
I was all alone…..
I was all alone…..

At those silent moments
You got my message
Heard my thumping pulse
From a distant land
Called me for a chat
Played and replayed the song
The lyrics you typed it out
We spoke less but heard more
Even then…..
I was sitting all alone
But you were with me

Now I don’t recollect the song
Or the soothing tune
Or the wonderful words
But….
I cherish only those moments
You gave for me
To make my heart blush with joy
I tell about you to all
She is wonderful always to me

Do you hear me say again and again
Come back as fast as you can
Come back as fast as you can

Glimpses

Garland and bouquets given
Chocolates, coins and flowers
Strewn all around the seats
Cheek to cheek touching
Tight embrace of love

A group of ten they may be
I watched those faces closely
Love gleamed in unison
In welcoming the old couple
Who were looking very supple

In the airport I saw this scene
Wondered within myself
Will this love be everlasting
Though I am touched deeply
By this enactment of show

They left the place soon
Candies and coins smiled on the floor
Men and kids grabbed them in fast pace
Cleaner cleared the floor quickly
The scene is wiped out completely

With a thought, I went upstairs
And saw my sweet little honey over there
With her black skin and twinkling eyes
Her infectious smile with her guitar in hand
Welcomed me with a big hug

We giggle a lot forgetting our ages
Today she sent me a message ‘I miss you’
For she has left me for good
Tears or cries she does all alone
In front of others she is just a smiling kid

Sorry, no tears I have for you
All that I have is only love for you
You are there in my heart forever
I can never miss you my dear
But still my lips say, ‘I miss you dear’
Yes, really I miss you here

Touching moments...

I entered the shop yesterday
Saw her with her mother
Couldn’t take my eyes off
Up and down I went
She turned her head around

Wanted to touch her
But scared of mother
Stopped in front for a while
Mother gave me a look
The girl's was a beautiful smile

My knowledge melted
Heart danced in ecstasy
Wanted to hold her hands
She again grinned at me
With her upper teeth shown

Her soft skin glowed in light
Finally touched her nose
And fell flat for her smile
Love swept me off
She won my heart again

Bid bye to her with love
My heart was contented
Longed to become one like her
Such a smile I don’t have
After all, she is a babe in mother’s arms

Frozen Frames

The stadium is lit, people are made to sit and the stage is ready for the grand drama of the day.

The Opera House quivers a bit in excitement, for it is going to give a grandiose welcome in gay.

People wait with bated breath and the silence of the hall beats the best orchestrated symphony of the world.

I slowly find a place in a corner in that packed hall without inviting my neighbour’s looks of cold.

All of a sudden the lights are off and the curtain rises with a big thunder of applause.

A gorgeous girl enters the scene with the eyes of a deer and the softness of a flower in a vase.

She laughs with regular weeps, dances with bruised cuts and sings a song of soliloquy with a tearful smile.

Her lovely heart radiates the podium and touches even the chords of people watching her munching popcorn for a while.

I look at those beside me glued to the drama shedding torrents of tears for her life of failure.

As I set my eyes on her, I find her walking and walking tirelessly all alone only to fall out of gear.

She lays motionless on the pieces of wooden crumbs and the fire of blaze touches the sky.

Totally moved, all give a standing ovation as a mark of respect for a failed life as the ticket is a good buy.

The acting is great for the feelings are too subtle to emote, I hear one comment upon.

As the curtain falls down, they all rush towards the exit to see their world that is still on.

The actors are gone, the lights are off and the door is closed leaving me behind in that dark place.

At those frozen moments of intense sadness, two teardrops fall on my cheeks to draw a map on my face.

I suddenly realize it is my own ordinary life that was enacted all along to the order of perfection.

With a smile, I, the spirit, wake up and slid through the wall to feel the breeze outside in satisfaction.

[Published in GDN on 3rd June, 2006

http://www.gulf-daily-news.com/1yr_arc_Articles.asp?Article=145202&Sn=BNEW&IssueID=29075&date=6/3/2006

edited later]