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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Muddled struggle

 
 
Is my entanglement my undoing?
Or is heartless the way all are going?
 
Every word of others I dissect,
End of the day, my heart feels wrecked.
 
Sensitivity has it heightened in me?
Is death the only way to be free?
 
Bereft of joy, I don’t want to end up,
And unnecessary emotions stirred up.
 
To smile, I enforce upon me, a rule.
My thoughts, I also slowly retool.
 
Change, I anticipate in life’s chapters.
And, forever, I shall be in raptures.
 

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Unfettered

I was the master of my world,
Hands on the wheels, I soared.
The journey was the destination,
Solitude was the ultimate intention.
 
No voices egging me on,
No safety net to fall back on,
My battle was just my own,
The road to finish, unknown.

Turn it around

The path is punishing
Arduous and demanding,
I will my steps to not falter,
Towards the win as I totter.
 
Dismissed by some, as a joke,
My passion, I needed to stoke,
Proving to none other than me,
This is who I am, I proudly decree.

Live on...

And, thus it ends,
An illustrious life,
In memoriam,
The words are rife.
 
For every birth,
Death’s in the sphere,
There’s no escape,
The End will be here.
 
That’s how it is
The mark of final.
Instinct is it primal
For survival?

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Rhyming reasons

 
 
Morose, my verses are, I am told,
Grief is instant, never foretold,
Welled up tears, I don’t let fall.
Instead, on paper, I begin to scrawl.
 
Sparse have become the joys,
Age and circumstance destroys,
Whatever little seeps through,
Days are strewn in sough.
 
Impulsively, I should set out,
And, a change bring about,
But as days slowly pass by,
My resolve begins to go awry.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Tag, tag my way...

Here are the rules of the game: 
  • Thank and link to the amazing person who nominated you.
  • List the rules and display the award.
  • Share seven facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 15 other amazing blogs and comment on their posts to let them know they have been nominated.
  • Proudly display the award logo on your blog and follow the blogger who nominated you. 



About me, seven facts,
So sweetly, she did ask
Deny I cannot this one,
Being awarded an inspiration.
 
Plain Jane, I think of me,
Uninteresting in all degree,
I will introspect to  uncover,
What will I find, I shudder.
 
A wallflower, I try to blend,
A helping hand always extend.
Thoughtful I am, others say,
I guess I was made this way.
 
Memories are my strength,
To preserve them, I go any length.
Of the past and the future, I worry.
Amidst that in the present, I scurry.
 
Collections, I love to complete,
From angels to elephants, no mete.
I dream of my own sanctuary ,
To escape into a world, imaginary.
 
Photographs are my antidote,
Time to it, I always devote.
Seven now? have not lost count,
Distracted, as my life, I recount.
 
Now, I express gratitude,
To reflect, had the latitude.
Opportunity in the form of a tag,
And, also an award in the bag.

Dear Maha, I truly appreciate,
An opportunity to satiate,
You, who I deeply admire,
Never do cease to inspire.

Tagged by Maha

Thursday, August 14, 2014

The lows of the high

Eradicate the sorrows of today,
Plunge in and rejoice all the way,
For there’s no certain morrow,
While through days, we all furrow.
 
Squeamish in happiness we are,     
Awaiting misery, that’s not far,
Silent have become the lips,
Smiles fade away into the dips.
 
The means of joy aren’t mercenary,
Just clichés age old and legendary,
Of little grins, the many drops,
An ocean of joy, it does prop.

Taught by a tot

Through your eyes, I see now,
Little things, to me, you show,
 
You teach me to be present,
And not into brooding, descent.
 
You emphasize on this instant,
And not to dwell on the distant.
 
You show me to be open,
And, not obsess over what's broken.
 
You educate me to prioritize,
And, by words and actions, entice.
 
You instruct me to engage,
And, each one, to aptly gauge.
 
Wise beyond your years,
For you, I am all ears.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Reeling reality

I daydreamed a childhood,
In my mind it exists,
Reality doesn’t matter,
For I have it all figured.
 
White picket fence home,
With grass to skip upon,
Pink drapes on my window,
From it to peer outside.
 
Gardens with daisies,
And bluebells and lilies
Paths to hidden cozies,
And tree-houses on top.
 
Picture perfect the happiness,
And, days bright and slow,
Paradise appears in paper,
But none has seen it, at all.

A mid life hiatus

The road oft traveled,
The middle of life,
The clock a-ticking,
Mind begins to strife.
 
Attempts to alleviate,
Fall through flat,
Days are moving on,
Life goes on with a splat.

Toddling in art

Picking up the brush,
You paint a bold stroke,
‘Digger’ you declare,
Your creativity, we stoke.
 
A squiggly wiggly in red,
Takes its daring shape,
‘Humpty dumpty’, you say,
In admiration, we are agape.
 
‘Blue and yellow, and more’
You sing in all gusto,
Pages turned and filled,
As you go on with tempo.
 
‘Painting!’, you proclaim,
Looking all around,
Your ardent admirers,
Applaud several rounds.

Art of life

I watch life, as if it were an art,
A painting, a landscape, set apart,
I watch it, as if it is the stage,
And, stay away from it, I manage.
 
Every brush stroke, is a breath taken,
Some unfinished, midway forsaken,
The climax is awaited, hoped befitting,
Actors in it trudge on, unwitting.
 
A blank canvas for one and all,
Hues and grays have now befall,
Unscripted was how it all began,.
Destiny, and then its course ran.
 
A canvas, a stage, that’s all it is,
With onset and ends, hits and miss,
Subjects and actors keep moving on,
Many a shapes and roles, each dons.

Thoughts in randomness

I write, I accumulate,
My darkest fears and thoughts,
It never does satiate,
The ghosts with which I am wrought.
 
I read and absorb,
All of the hurt and sorrows,
All of it distorts,
My heart’s beaming pharos.
 
I mull over and muse,
At others’ every spoken word,
My heart is bruised,
As the intent behind each is heard.

All for a smile

I smile today, for no reason,
Lifts my spirits, for its the season,
I pause amidst and ponder,
I jolt me back to life’s wonders.
 
All the quotes and books I read,
Positive, I try to be, never succeed,
Of everyone else, but me, I worry,
Brings me down, however I parry.
 
Every new day, to myself, I assure,
Turning into a new leaf, has allure,
Today, this moment, as good as any,
Therefore, I smile, I smile aplenty.
 

Follower, forever

Muddy paths formed by foot,
By the many before me.
Pioneering is liberating,
But, it is not for me.
 
The vicious cycles of firsts,
To lead is never my forte,
My own pace, I would rather,
And, hover in its comfort.
 

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Wee wily nily

 
 
You resist, I persist,
You win some, I the rest,
Every day, I marvel,
At your garble, larval,
Wise beyond your age,
Grasping the language,
Vocal and verbose,
Regaling grandiose,
You push to the limit,
I pull in, and inhibit,
Knowing you are wrong,
In a hug, you merrily throng.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Scenes of serenity


 







 
Monsoon peering in,
And peacocks are preening,
The fluty squeals of birds,
Trills of swallows reeling.
 
The bright moon shining,
And streams rustling on rocks,
The earth blends with the sky,
There’s silence in the blocks.
 
Chestnuts dropping,
Pings the eerie quiet,
Branches sing the blues,
Nothing short of a riot.
 
I step into this scene,
Heavenly as it seems,
Breathing deep in my lungs,
This picturesque dream.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Regeneration

 
 
Her namesake, yet to be born,
Her effects, one to adorn,
Every little gesture of the one,
Just like her, will be found.
 
In one, I shall see the other,
With love, on both, smother,
“If only” – everyday I will sigh.
But no one can answer my why.
 
My life, she had mothered,
For her, I create another,
Their lives shan’t ever meet,
But her soul, in one repeats.
 
Without her, I have no rudder,
In the one, I find my succor,
Her life, I can never revive,
In spirits, I keep her alive.

Formulaic

 
 
A profound statement, I heard,
Of smiles and tears,
Of mother and child,
 
Asked of a day marked in history,
Of cycle of life,
Of joys and sorrows,
 
Idealizing general stereotypes,
Of the right thing,
Of presumptions,
 
The mentality of herds seen,
Of acceptance of norm,
Of never straying tradition.
 
 

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Ardor Candor

 
 
I wish to blend in and disappear,
My plan for life is never clear,
Off the beaten path, I wish to veer,
And, the aimless life, better steer.
 
Every moment is spent in fear,
Every day, I shed a tear,
For everyone, I hold dear,
I sigh and wish they were near.
 
To let go, and live in cheer,
Into the past, to stop to peer,
After all, a mortal, I am mere,
One day, like all will expire.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

A second look, maybe

  
Liberally, laced with profanity,
He shouted around in fury,
Like a banshee, spouting insanity,
No one in particular, his quarry.
 
Quarrelsome, he is dismissed,
But not once received empathy,
Was he evil, and very pissed,
Or a victim, of severe apathy.
 
Sides of every coin, are two,
Every shade of black has a white,
Gray are how the most do,
We are, to set the wrongs, right.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Impressions by the sea

 
 
By the side of the waves,
Contemplating my days,
I walk on, without a care,
Oblivious to others, unaware.
 
A sense of urgency pervades,
The answer I seek, evades,
Burdens have me cornered,
How do I unshackle onward?
 
Poring away, into the horizon,
Awaiting the days to enliven,
Bleak, look the days ahead,
To the future, I set foot in dread.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Fragments...

Incomplete, you and I are,
So close together, yet so far,
Incomplete are my words to you,
Yours complement me, too few.
 
Incomplete, the life goes on,
The halves we each mourn,
Unfinished, I am without you,
Not whole, you are too.
 
In search of the completion,
The missing piece passes mention,
How do we make us whole?
Is it within our control?
 
Inspired by song: Adhoori

Turning point

 
As I stand in the threshold,
Of a point of never return,
My feet stop short, cold,
And, my stomach churns.
 
Will I be able to go through?
Or will my fear pull me back?
One thing, though, holds true,
No one will cut me any slack.

Inscription

My notepad, my canvas,
My pencil, the acrylics,
As I tousle and touch,
I pan it like a critic.
 
Words, in excess as they flow,
At times can’t be stemmed,
Once in a while, I hem and haw,
For at least a line to be penned.
 
As I step back and view,
The filled up lines in the page,
Gratification washes over me,
In which, I revel and engage.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Possessor

A new day dawned,
And a new joy spawned,
A sense of entitlement,
Combined with contentment.
 
Joy, unparalleled, today,
All doubts set to allay,
A home to call one’s own,
Eternal elation, ever known.
 
Beyond a roof to shelter,
An expression of dreams stellar,
To flourish and thrive with it,
And, into its comfort, submit.
 
Had to commemorate this day for the posterity, being monumental! Congratulations to you-know-who!

Heartrending recollection

 
Fraught, we are with misery,
Of that long gone day in February,
Birth and death, are but a cycle,
To an honorable end, one is entitled.
 
Nocturnal nightmares abound,
Tears well up all around,
Not a single day goes by,
When her thoughts don’t make us cry.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Imaginative imperative

I look around and see,
Trying to piece my story,
Like a half done puzzle,
I feel broken and frazzled.
 
Cluttered everything seems,
Things bursting at the seams,
Purging, I am in vain,
Not an inch, I can gain.
 
Life but goes on though,
I reap what I sow,
Seeds of joy are here,
But happiness doesn’t appear.
 
I bite off more than I can chew,
Values, I incessantly eschew,
To put it into practice I try,
With my ideals, I constantly vie.
 
I then turn off the lights,
And with it, my brain bytes,
All I need to do is just be,
And, of thoughts, be free.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Vocational hazards, revisited

Emotions, I display, one too often,
Losing my stoic bearing,
Older, as I seem to have gotten,
Impatience creeps up, in snaring.
 
No time for incompetent goofs,
Annoyances beyond repair,
Time to face the harsh truths,
Stem the cries in despair.

Just a random rhyme

I live in a constant fear,
Of loss of everything dear,
I anticipate every moment,
As an upcoming doom omen.
 
I read all the quotes,
All about happiness it connotes,
I cannot seem to shake off,
A thought of possible lay off.
 
At the deathbed not to regret,
And, travel tales to beget.
Maybe I should let go,
The disguised-as-work, throes.
 
Alternatives, I don’t have many,
The gutsy ones, I much envy,
Forever, on the right path,
I incur my own wrath.
 
Whimsical, I want to be,
Unburdened and just free,
This shall never happen,
I will continue misshapen.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Sigh, sigh... cry, cry!

Disappointed, an understatement,
The look-backs and what-ifs.
Inconsolable, I am within,
All the clichés I sound to myself.
Deep down is a gaping void.
 
If only, just one more,
Why couldn’t luck favor?
Many a such I am asking.
Cocooned from any talks,
Everyone moves on, but me.
 
In denial, I steadfastly remain,
Accept, I hope not to,
Not a word about it now,
Someday, I shall move on too.
Passing time, changes all paths.
 
Today, I will sigh, once more.
Silently wishing an outcome,
Nothing like the one past.
It probably wasn’t meant to be,
But is there another chance?
 
 
Everyone who knows me, knows what it is. Oh! not a big deal at all, but had to mention!
 

Is it for real?

Through my lens, I see,
What life, one day shall be,
If only future, I could tell,
And, on past, not dwell.
 
The fear, of the imminent,
Of being forever transient,
I feel like I am done,
But I have far from begun.
 
I wonder about the whys,
Zest for life, has demised.
Miles and miles, I have left,
At prospects, I seem bereft.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Again, I do

Insignificant, it is overall,
But I feel an inner pride,
Unable to divulge at all,
I caress a smile inside.
 
Godless, others have been,
Stating skeptic negativity,
I held my ground wherein,
I shut off all the pity.
 
Recreating historical reports,
Nothing short of grueling,
Many a skill I did court,
Outcome, in time, fulfilling.

Monday, June 30, 2014

Being alive

One day frail and fragile,
I shall lie, with time to while,
Counting down all alone,
Closing on a life to bemoan.
 
Time, while still is there,
I should try to, life, repair,
Grab it today, by the horn,
Looking back not to mourn.
 
What is, that hold me back,
The clichés I should wrack,
Live, I should in the moment,
Not fear the future and lament.
 
Today is as good as any,
Reasons there are aplenty,
Fortunate I am in that account,
Blessings many I have in count.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Ho hum

A cathartic hiatus, I seek
Without jeopardizing my streak,
A workaholic by demeanor,
To keep it that way, am eager.
 
Risky propositions, I don’t undertake,
Hasty decisions, I don’t make,
A mundane existence I lead,
Pathetic, it seems to be, indeed.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Serenity, serendipity

I dream of a day,
That I can while away,
Creating my happiness,
In my serene ambience.
 
Life has other plans,
Peace and calm sans,
Racing the proverbial
Since the primordial.
 
All around fall apart,
Its own courses charted,
I shall take heart,
In the joy, chaos imparts.

Friday, June 20, 2014

Poignant Parting

I can’t say goodbye,
Don’t want to get on by,
Time doesn’t yet heal,
Life no longer appeals.
 
She wouldn’t want,
Her memories to haunt,
Farewell in peace,
Was one of her pleas.
 
Tears well up today
It happens this way,
A momentary pause,
The uneasiness gnaws.
 

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Irresolute concession

Connive is what life does,
Against my apparent resolve,
Coming out top on a day,
I assume there’s success involved,
But is vehemently denied to me,
As everything begins to devolve.
 
Intrigued, I still am enough,
Challenges, as I try to solve.
One after another though,
In the downs, my life revolves.
Since I haven’t been broken yet,
Now waiting for the strength to evolve.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Perils of pusuit

A burden I carry, a cross I bear,
Unable to refuse, I do others’ share,
At deathbed, I may come to regret,
For now, as success, I tend to interpret.
 
One after another, crisis, I solve,
A race against myself and my resolve,
My life and priorities come to stall,
Slowly every day begins to appall.
 
I hold my gripe and move on,
Trying hard to keep the smile on,
Weakened, however, as the years go by,
I let go of everything with a sigh!
 
 

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Sham charade

Her words and actions are hollow,
Pretense of perfection wallows,
Fluffy comments of a know-it-all,
She continues to make one appalled.
 
An pompous air of superiority,
Her endless putdowns of asperity,
She seems to be harboring within,
Some unadulterated loathing.
 

Summer, you say

 
 
The heat, I complain,
Sitting cocooned within,
Overlooked passed wintry chill
What is with this summer
I throw a resigned sigh
 
Forgotten are the beach trips,
The ice creams and vacations,
Long gone are the lazy days,
Waiting to begin anew
I just annoyingly bustle .
 
The hues of wildflowers,
Chirps of the night crickets,
The dried brown grass
And the long bright days.
Uncaring, I whirr the AC on.
 

Monday, June 16, 2014

There I go again

Today, as I rejoice in celebration,
I can’t stem the deluge of tears,
Over the lost moments of life,
And opportunities’ missed over the years.
 
My utopian ideals lets me down,
Every now and then, it appears.
I try to squelch it and move on,
But toward it, my thoughts get steered.
 
Perfect, a picture I paint,
Father who roots and cheers,
The mother, an epitome of wisdom,
The little ones, two, are dears.
 
Yanked away by stark reality,
I paddle on, trying to steer,
Yet again, I do concede,
That I have to switch gears.
 
That brings back the heavy heart,
By the time it begins to clear,
There it comes, all over again,
‘The tide in the affairs’

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Just a thought

A step back, I pause and ponder,
At you, I look in wonder,
Bonding with you, in an instant,
In my life you shall be a constant.
 
Not a grumble, at your acts,
We have our own little pacts,
You twirl me around your fingers,
As you continue to toy and tinker.
 
Painless, was your transition,
Happy, your regular disposition,
With love, you shall be enveloped,
Into a fine being, as you develop.