Long long ago...

Looking back, I feel old,
Recollection is a strain, truth be told,
Look back to an earliest one,
Think I must, a memory to summon.

I must have been about three,
Playing by myself, happy as can be,
Found something strange on the floor,
Next thing I know, my breathing's sore!

A panicked yell from my mother,
Off to hospital, dashed rather,
I did give them all a scare,
Do it again, I wouldn't dare.

A fine evening years ago,
Was to be special, little did I know,
Clutched the handle of the scooter,
I was off to see someone cuter.

Tightly holding on a lollipop,
My only concern, lest it drop.
Later, when I do remember,
I know I welcomed a new family member!

Homeward bound!

Aboard my million dollar ride,
Across time zones, I stride,
Onto my destination, I proceed,
A trip back home is joy indeed.

Stories to swap on a late night chat,
Trip down the memory lane, is just that.
By the time it ends, I do concede,
A trip back home is joy indeed.

A vacation, on which I hoped to revive
Unnoticed by me, elation did arrive,
This is exactly what I did need,
A trip back home is joy indeed.

Aboard my million dollar ride,
A trip back home is joy indeed.

Jolt of joy!

Monday Mural





A delicate beauty, gleaming,
Slowly, by the sun scorched.
Wilting away, withering off
Shriveling gradually in fatigue.

All it takes is a sprinkle,
A cloudy respite would do,
Back to blossoming it goes,
Unmindful of sun's fury.

Isn't life ever so similar?
Challenges all along the way,
Droopy shoulders let out a sigh,
all need a breath of fresh air!

A little spray is what we need,
No one awaits a pouring shower
Little pearls of joy one collects,
To smile away all the tears.

Blank!

Today I draw a blank,
Writing now for writing sake,
Among the bottom, I would rank,
Excuses here, I try to make

Clichés I seek to avoid,
But, on days like today,
Of ideas, when I am devoid.
Mediocre is the price I pay.

Childish a word comes to mind,
Tag this in the class sub par,
This day I come to find,
I need to lower the bar.

The more and more I begin to fuss,
Looking for that one spark,
My brain feels like a sticky mess
Looks like emptiness left its mark.

Flocked

Three birds of a feather,
Vagaries they weather,
Musical notes tied together,
On beauty & melody, they tether,
Tunes so soft, they don't smother,
Pausing to take a breather
Come closer, come hither,
Soon, before the songs wither!

Farewell

Her heart is like falling leaves,
Today, as someone close leaves.

Time together spent has come to an end,
Taking along the memories, he leaves.

The history between them is long,
For her to go, she needs her leaves.

She stood waving, in the narrow alley,
Eyes following his steps on the strewn leaves.

Just the other day, Just someone said,
Goodbyes are always hard, when one leaves!

Crown prince!

The Prince!!!
In his priestly robes,
Adorning the royal ring,
He strolls through the garden,
Waving to the awaiting throng of crowds,
Under the magnifying glass of public eye, all the time,
His private life, and his childhood dreams, taking a backseat,
Oh! There are unseen and unheard rigors of being the crown prince.

Momentous impetus!

In the pouring rain, she frolicked,
Not a worry in her mind, carefree,
To the vagaries, she was indifferent,
To enjoy life, she didn't need a reason.

Things hadn't been this way always,
To her friend, her sorrows, she poured,
She used to cry for no real reason,
And, to life, she was indifferent.

A conscious decision she had made,
Pouring into it, her heart and soul,
To live well, her motivating reason,
And, to others, she became indifferent.

A sliver of hope

Global warming and wacky seasons,
Violence for no specific reasons,
Death & destruction that's rampant,
Tell me, tell me, it didn't happen!

Rising gas prices, falling economy,
All over, countries seeking autonomy,
Plotting and scheming, going on then,
Tell me, tell me, it didn't happen!

Peace and harmony, no longer a priority,
Kindness, a quality seen in a minority,
Weapons, not skills, people sharpen,
Tell me, tell me, it didn't happen!

Environment is itself in question,
Selfish reasons at one's discretion,
Our earth becoming quite misshapen,
Tell me, tell me, it didn't happen!

One day, things will all be right,
Future, for all, will be bright,
It will not be 'if', but just 'when?'
Tell me, please tell me, it will happen!

Doorway

an open doorway
to invite or inhibit,
allures and intrigues

Branched

Monday Mural

Looking into my palms,
I see my unending qualms,
In the mirror, I detect,
Self doubt, begins to infect.

As I branch out, growing,
Taking root, as life is slowing,
The arm is broad and strong,
sending fears to where they belong.

Lasting I hope, I can be,
Giving to all, like the tree,
Head held high, forever,
In the face of adversities, I endure.

Summer song

Summer’s here, summer’s here!
Umbrellas up, and sunscreen smear,
Mornings are bright, evenings clear,
Mangoes, peaches and cherries appear,
Expect to see some roadside deer,
Road trip to the sea-side pier.

Summer’s here, summer’s here!
Olympics in summer too, this year,
Nice weather, will soon disappear,
Go, on! Have fun! Without a fear!

A saga once more

Down the stairwell, she rolled,
With her, died her secret,
So he thought! but truth be told,
there was something he'd regret.

A mute spectator peering through,
In a roll of film, he caught the action,
He was found by her killer, though,
Beaten, almost dead, pleased at his infraction.

Back to life, slowly was nursed,
By a doctor, who upon him stumbled,
He kept to himself, his lips pursed,
but about a guy, he always mumbled.

A conversation, over the telephone,
About the killer, he overheard,
his ears, he quickly honed,
It was time for action, he feared.

The news caused a stir all over,
His fame shattered by his past,
Over her grave, the mute guy hovered,
Glad, she found her closure, at last!

Auto narrative

A nagging feeling I have
I feel a shake coming,
Will I just fall apart?
And, my engines break down?

I am old, but have been loyal,
Running through all the years,
Across the coast, through cities,
I have seen it all, I must say.

On all their spontaneous whims,
that they pick me and drive to,
I stood them through thick & thin,
Through some rain, and some shine.

Now, I think its my time,
And, to let me off and just stay,
I know they love me, for who I am,
But, embrace the new, they should

I think I heard a rumor whir,
A shiny hybrid to take my place,
I would still be here at home,
Ready in tow for any occasion.

Like the old horses of yore,
I'll be a teacher to all those new,
Trusted with the novices at the wheel,
Seasoned and reliable that I am.

Past my prime, still a beauty,
performance matching the young,
A trip I will take in a bit,
right here, down the memory lane.

Melody...

melodious strain
harmonious and poignant,
the musical note

A dog's life

He was brought in as a puppy,
Romping around, he was happy,
He didn't have a care in the world,
On the sandy beach, he rolled.

Older he grew, he was stubborn,
Impatience, in his master he'd discern,
With a dog trainer, he spent his time,
He grew bigger, into his prime.

He knew to respond to a whistle,
Seeing strangers, his fur would bristle,
Loyal, he was to his master,
He had prevented many a disaster.

In the backyard, he did spy,
A little girl, eating her pie.
He went closer, wanting to befriend,
And, a friendly paw, he did extend.

Soon, the two were inseparable,
To be without one, the other wasn't able,
Thus, they continued to live on,
soon, they realized, how time had gone.

Time passed by, he became slower,
He couldn't lead, became a follower,
Day-by-day, he grew weaker,
He could hardly drink from his beaker.

The vet said, he'd soon be gone,
upon the master, the bills piled on,
They wanted for him, all the comfort,
For he had loyally, once held fort.

His little friend was inconsolable,
To forget him, she was unable,
All the good times, together they spent,
she remembered, amidst, her lament.

A different ball game

Frequent passes,
to one who is open.
Run back and forth,
shooting baskets.
Fouls, one too many,
Both teams struggle,
Winning and losing,
just part of the game.
Someday, maybe,
I too will play,
Until then I'll be,
a silent spectator.

Guided

Friend, philosopher and guide,
Take them all in your stride,
Everyone needs someone to be each,
But, they better not just preach,
Look for, in them, these traits,
Your support, in all straits,
Ideally, leading by example,
Upon you, shouldn't trample,
But, remember, you too,
do unto them, what they are to you!

Precious pal

From under the covers,
Your shiny face peers out,
Once you get started,
There is no looking back.

Previously, you were bulky,
A new avatar, you are sleek,
Change you did always,
In response to every fad.

Your speed makes me dizzy,
But your performance is key,
No matter what you will become,
I will adore the way you are

Maybe one of these days,
Technology will breathe life into you
Until then, my laptop, you will remain
My precious, inanimate friend!

Happy Anniversary!!

Hip! Hip! And a hurray! Today is the day,
A celebration of your love going strong,
Predicted further to continue that way,
Pleasant journey that has been all along,
You just want these good times to stay!

Always together, with each other you belong.
Nothing but the best is wished you way,
Never ending stream of joys – may they throng!
Inspiring memories that were gathered day by day,
Valuable lessons too, some right and some wrong,
Each of those, however, a fear – they did allay.
Remembering the roses, not any of the thorn,
Sprinkled though, the years, were with some fray.
Advancing on forward, with togetherness lifelong,
Respect for one another, that you always essay
Your hopes of a good life, may they prolong!!!


... you know who you are:)... heartiest congratulations!

Fallen!

The valiant lies crushed,
For him, by his side, she mourns,
The whole field was hushed.

Devastated, she becomes as she learns,
Of the plots against him, the brave!
Always more, than the eye discerns.

Out of respect, she will not rave,
She will, though, fight tooth & nail,
For the motherland, he fought to save.

One day, a martyr - the world will hail!
And, peace in their land will prevail!

Assessment

Examination,
An undeniable imminent action,
Uncomfortable long hours in preparation,
All smiles soon, upon completion,
Evaluation??

Be right back!!!

Going on a break, a week, maybe two,
Swamped with commitments and things to do
Obligations demand all of my 'little' time
So much that I am not able to rhyme,
Whatever it maybe, I intend to be back
I just need the time to get on track,
Once it's done, I will be in joyous heaven
Hope to be back here, by June seven!

A new beginning...

They lived in the building, thatched,
Kids, with family dreams farfetched,
Parents, who by fate were snatched,
Living on life, almost as if detached,
They went on not once they kvetched,
A little boy there, had once sketched,
His mom's picture, in his mind etched,
One day, though, he was to be fetched,
A family who had grown quite attached,
The day, when he was to be dispatched,
He took along, a shell slightly blotched,
And a discarded soapbox, mismatched,
Rubber soles, in his shoes, very patched.
Comic book, with pages coming detached,
A postcard, that was never dispatched,
All in his tiny box, he held, securely latched,
On one hand, these memories, he clutched,
The other, toward his new mom, he stretched!

Half-done!

There are things to be done?
Better delayed than never,
Focus on, what has been begun,
There are things to be done,
Getting an edge, is half the battle won.
There are things to be done,
Better delayed than never.

My own race

Less than a month,
An exam is near,
This race against time,
Is my biggest fear,

Is it of my own doing?
Studying that I opt?
Its fun at times,
But more often not.

State of affairs!

Weary, exhausted,
Worn-out and bushed,
Beat and drained,
Sore and fatigued.

Drowsy and wiped out,
Depleted and washed out,
Sleepy and weakened,
All-in and enervated.

Best Friend

Being the way, we both are,
East or west, be it near or far,
Someone who I can count on,
Today, tomorrow or next eon,

Forever, for me, she will be there,
Rain or shine, no matter where,
It has been so, since I can remember,
Equal she is to a family member,
Notable is the impulsive rapport we share
Deep secrets and our soul, we do bare!

Choices

When he was a child, he always heard,
As he grew older, he could do whatever he preferred.

A mechanic, he could become,
Fixing up, with his set of tools, a car’s brake drum.

He could be a chef, if he so wanted,
Cooking up a storm and some spaghetti undaunted.

He could be a plumber, if he so desired,
To set up a Jacuzzi or a bathtub, he could be hired,

A carpenter, he’d make - one very fine,
Beginning, with his stool that he could now design

He had it in him to be a teacher,
Chalk, in his life, would then be a regular feature.

Any role he wanted, he could don,
Achieve anything he wanted, that he set his sights on!

Outcome

Writing I was, at breakneck speed,
To nothing else, I was paying heed,
Time seemed to be running out,
I could hear kids playing about,
Blurry writing and scratched out papers,
Lighting was dim, with burning tapers,
I could see the results, below average,
I felt like, I was trapped in a cage,
An imminent exam and its nightmares,
I am beginning to pull out my hairs,
Its just a phase and it will pass,
And, tackle it, I will; hope to surpass!

Colored dust

A mixture of colored dust,
What is the color?
Where is it?