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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Clandestine

Love, the illicit kind
Scarcely, the legitimacy
Sneaking away is thrill
Heightens the intimacy
 
Pacifying the prying eyes
Playing hide and seek
The rage of stealthy hideout
For each other, thirst bespeaks
 
Covert, one tries hard,
Forbidden fruits tasted
Other throws caution to wind
In so many actions stated
 
In passion, oblivious
Surreptitious glances
A tryst into verboten
With blatant advances
 

Onward in Optimism

 
 
A melancholic day
It began in earnest
Anxiety and panic
The heat at its sternest.
 
Nimbly, I tried hard
To maneuver my day
Opaquely stared back
While options, I weighed
 
Doomed and bleak
Words popped in my head
Dismissing it away,
In hope, I march ahead
 

Irrational ire

 
Livid, he turned pale
Impolite words slipped out
Pounding on the frail
The evil he began to spout
 
In knotted anticipation
His subjects tremble in fear
As he flounders in frustration
The ambience is austere
 
No rhyme nor reason
Is seen in his outburst
Irrationality the season
To ambiguity, cursed.
 

Saturday, April 23, 2016

A perfect day

Halting my wavering mind
From its turbulent thoughts
I brought a flicker of joy
To my life’s, be it ersatz.
 
Elated, we set out in tandem
Reminiscing the days past
A good day in the repertoire  
Amid memories amassed.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Last Hurrah, or not

The innumerable photos,
The awed silence
The enthusiastic bravos
The victories of science
 
Milestones attained
By the human brains
Praises for each claimed
Reaching unknown terrains
 
To mars in a discount
Reusable rockets follow
Fascinating heights paramount
In success, mankind wallows.
 
 
 
 
Amidst all this gala
Unseen, unheard the ones,
They, with unbridled talent
Mostly facing the shuns
 
Fading into oblivion
The many worker bees
With not even a mention
They ready for a reprise
 

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Savored sustenance

Concocted, a meal
Prepared in great pomp
Traditional menus created
In a jiffy, bowls are filled.
 
The courses are many,
Flavors, loads of them  
Tangy, tart and spicy
Sweet, ripe and mellow.
 
Elaborately served in
The majestic banana leaf
In grace, it is served.
In artful sequencing
 
For each, a place and
Rightfully so. The flavor
Smacking deliciousness
Of gastronomic chow
 

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

In search of sagacity

A novice, I remain in
The field of life, day by day
I continue in my quota
Of apprenticing. Forever,
Or so it seems.
Age, a number I rack up
But wisdom, does it bring
Remains to be seen. I
Lay in wait for the
Epiphany, days of gray hair
Becoming of the learned.
 

A flowery tale in heirlooms

 
 
The Canterbury bells ring
every day at four o' clock
when the lassie panting
in a baby’s breath
fox gloved and in cotton
run across being
love in a mist, awaiting
the lads, prim in their
bachelor’s button, for the
kiss-me-over-the-garden
the customary rite of love
in the morning glory
of the day after
black eyed Susan vine
remained a wallflower
in the Chinese houses
while the bells of Ireland
rang in the cosmos.
 
 

Monday, April 4, 2016

Distance

At arm’s length, I place
The many who seek me out,
There are an elite few
Closeness I can tout
 
Uncomfortable in proximity
I need my distance
No matter the reason.
This defines my existence
 
A step forward, if one takes
Instinctively I step back
Familiarity bounces off me
While I stay wrapped in a mack
 

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Three obsessions

A fixation to happy endings
In movies, I see. visions of cheer
Neatly tied up in bows
 
A fascination for storage I
Seem to harbor. Deep down
Within, everything I enclose
 
A passion for memories, the
Mania for photographs, frozen
In moment are the laughs
 

Luminary

 
 
You can do no wrong
In my books, at least
In a pedestal I place
You, the highest among
 
Flawless, in demeanor
The flawed are others
Not a speck of dust
In your spotless life
 
It is just a game
They all seem to say
At the top echelons
You always stay
 
Stoic and solid, you
Barge ahead in grace
Accepting defeat in
Same breath as victory
 
Lasting, your legacy
Shall remain. A spot
In the world’s history
At the very lonely top.
 
Prompt courtesy: NaPoWriMo.net
 

Saturday, April 2, 2016

He said.. She said, they concurred

He said that life was meant
To be lived in the slow
Making memories not money
And not collecting baggage to tow.
 
She said, nothing short
Of a rat race, life was
Milestones to attain
And no time for a pause
 
He saw the beauty
In the mundane things
He promised to be the
Wind beneath her wings
 
She raced past in
Her dogged pursuit
Deserved accolades
And gaining her repute
 
Comfortable in their
Own unique skin
No place for conflicts
To idyll, their life was akin.
 

Chip of the block

A little bit of both
I am, I have heard
My father stands tall
My mother in gird
 
Of the same mold
And chip of the block
I seem to be of my
Parents, in chock
 
What I shall become
Shall feature me
The launch pad is
Solid, as it can be
 
The lessons are from them
Theirs, the values imbibed
Gently propping me up
While victories to me ascribed

Prompt Courtesy: NaPoWriMo,net

Friday, April 1, 2016

Friday, March 18, 2016

Reminiscences

Memories flood our eyes
The heart doesn’t play nice
Stories pour out today
Just the same as every day
 
Of this tiny being, who
Brought moments, a slew
The distance now exists,
The bond, however persists.
 
Not a day goes by
in recollection, we don’t sigh
Days into months and years
We await, holding back tears
 
The yearning still lingers
Refusing to ever wither
Our arms ache to hold
And, his joy to behold

Monday, March 14, 2016

The battle’s begun

 
 
The innocent face
Looks at me in faith
I let him down
wont emerge unscathed
 
the world got to him
before I could
leaving wounds
heal, no salve would.
 
Before the race,
Began, was snuffed
Out and screened,
Treated with unjust.
 
Life ,I have heard
Is always unfair
To my little being,
Explain I wouldn’t dare
 
Break barriers
Rewrite destiny,
He shall, with the
grace of almighty.

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Silence? relatively ..

A piercing screech
of incessant chatter
Baring souls, heart
in naked banter.

The words burn on
my poor brain
obey my commands
it seems to refrain

White noise, in effect
nothing but that
polluting my little
serene habitat

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Reflective

Maybe I can be sad
Said a three year old
Wise beyond his years
With words profound
 
From tomorrow I
Try to barter and probe
Like the little boy from
The other side of the globe
 
He rewards me with
A million watt smile
Today is for us to live
Tomorrow away by miles
 
It may turn out
Great, bright and cheery
Not like what I feared
Not dark or dreary

(dedicated to a very important little one, who has enriched my life beyond words)

Looking within, letting go

 
 
I flutter above
Suspended animation
I oft state
 
I want to watch
Myself go by
I await completion
Of a well put day
 
Instead of a chaotic
Mad rush of
Pandemonium
Surrounds my
every move
 
every step of mine
fumbles and slips
I fool myself
Of being settled
 
Far from it! Very!

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Enveloped in love, strangely ...

Limp with overwhelming
Gratitude and joy
Marveling at all the
Love pouring in deluge
 
With not a hateful bone
None of any spite even
A day and people
Filled with pure love
 
Unlike any other
Today was different
Just a warm blanket
Of much needed affection

Silent love

Oh you, I remember everyday
Beside you, I sit to converse
Without you, tears will flow
If only, time, I could reverse
 
Today, the first of the rest
Of my life, as I begin
Milestones none, void many
Just a series of has-beens
 
Little does one know, I
Walk in silent love
Burying regrets within
Hearing you, from up above.
 
(Self commemoration for the birthday, a milestone one...maybe)
 
Walt Whitman’s Leaves of grass, 1900
“O you who I often and silently come

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Tales of joy

 
 
Let’s go and find the key
That’s close to the fine pot of gold,
Tell me where the empty room is
To fill it with my range of dreams
 
Let’s return to the place of tales
And a case a case of happy endings
Met our match, we shall stop
The magical window sill
 
It then hit me, smack on
The searching high and low
At all costs, shall go on, for
There is no risk of “The End”
 
 

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Ramta Jogi

Drunk with emotions
She lived over decades
Going through its motions
Till the memory fades
 
Contrition and reparation
Were her companions
Forever in preparation
Of the imminent canyon
 
This unforgiving penance
Her stark, austere living
Conspicuous in presence
Her qualms and misgivings.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Candor

Twirling in the freedom
Of today’s gorgeousness
Frolicking in my wisdom
Letting go of annoyances
 
In hues of pastels
With rosy spectacles
Breaking out of their shells
Are the little miracles
 
I crave this innocence
The living in the moment
The state of immanence
Where happiness is potent
 
In quest of the tenuous twister thriller
 
 

Repentance

An apology to myself
For putting me through
The proverbial wringer
 
I don’t even once
Make it easy on me
I make lists beyond
my capability. I overdo
I overstretch my limits
I fail miserably to love
Up to my unrealistic
And utopian expectations
 
Mediocre, I make me
But excel I hope to
I seek my own forgiveness
Which I then will deny
A bundle of contradiction
Complications. Complex
That’s me in a word

Itinerant

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I will live on
adrift but
anchored
like the bobbing
Motorboat
confined to
A tight
turning radius
I will know the stillness
while the
storm
hits. The distance
isn’t a safety net
And, closeness –
Not the end.

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Same day, same time

Clich├ęd resolutions
Fresh starts
That’s not the norm
 
Same old continuations
Novelty stalls
To monotony we conform
 
Cyclical rotations
The new pitfall
Predictability swarms

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Agony

My well woven existence
Slowly began to unravel
Already in visible shamble
On the fringe of complete dishevel
 
Current days feel like
On rocky terrain
Nights are harder, so to speak,
As I beg to relieve the pain
 
There’s the constant battle
To pick between flight and fight
As my body gets chafed and filed
All I seek out is respite
 
 

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Festive, the feast

 
 
Hark ye, the holidays are here
Christmas eve beckons all near
The reds and the greens are visible
Out, come the tales and parables
 
A race against the hour to do
Collection of gifts and the ado
It’s all about the thought I say
As the holiday sales, I try to parlay
 
Trinkets laid out in neat displays
As I maneuver the shops in a daze
Does it really need to be in plenty
After all, it should not be about the money
 
On the day, I gather loved ones
Food abundant and chatting tongues
The joy of being under one roof
Of a richly content life, is proof.

Cloaked and covered

Clothed in shackled formals
A tie around my bonded neck
Like the caged bird who sings
I harp on useless jargon
 
Feet leadened by heavy wear
Like the chained elephants’ leg
Roar, he can, bellow at best
I scream to no avail
 
Layers of pieces stitched
Clothing cover my body
All that I will end up with
A piece of simple shroud
 
Silks and fancy polyester
Cuff links of gold, studded
Head to toe, each item
Reeks of nasty captivity.
 
The pure soul escapes
Discarding the body
Why do I then clutch on
To these useless dons

Epitaphic

Resonant is the grief,
And the void burdens
Days are led in subsistence
And heartache extends
 
Placid, the outer remains
Turmoil and cries are
Well cradled within
Bottled up, with a vengeance
 
A life doesn’t cease,
With just an obituary
There’s the memories
In the hearts of who love
 
Life is short and done
Physical, with hurt and pain
But then there’s the fact
For others, it goes on.
 
There’s the clinging
The longing of the past
But, forward is the truth
The present, the moment

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Quirky cat videos

Funny, offensive or amusing
People react to it, in many ways
Likes and comments cause a rousing
Move on, they do in few days
 
Symbolic, the creator aimed,
But, was lost in translation
Disclaimer, no animal was maimed
Was needed to appease the nation
 
Cats and dogs come and go
Causes, they espouse are many
Life is, after all, a great big show,
Actors on stage are zany.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Demise

 
 
Death is lackadaisical
A nude awakening of
The only certainty
In all of eternity
 
The barest of emotion
The whys and the how’s
The ceasing of life
But, I have to go on
 
Makeshift plans are made
Overwhelmed and overcome
Irrationality rules
Mind is beaten down
 
Continuity and onwardness
Get hard to relate to
Time can heal, probably
But I shall resist

Space

Imperfectly, it started. Rustic, not
It is all not about me, I need
To learn that lesson and move on.
 
I conjure up old memories and
New insults. I overreact, in
Anger and despair; shedding tears.
 
I want to run, escape this
Human jungle. Faraway into
Pastoral oblivion.
 
All I need is a day of peace, a
Routine without sadness, a
Home to relax in
 
A soul space of escape
Untethered. But, in the midst of
them humans, Ambitiously greedy?
 

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Haiku

Inadvertently
I absorb what is around
Certain emptiness

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Without a moment of neglect

Parenting, oft analyzed
With no agreement in opinion
Admired from outside
Mired while within
 
He was uptight, fearful
Thoughtlessly transformed
Into constant putdowns
His offspring suffered
 
Bore it well, till a day
With tears became
deluged. Till the yoke
of burden heightened
 
Days were woozy with
Strange emotions. Where
he lacked, others stepped
up. Seamlessly, impeccably.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Righteous pursuit
Of freedom and beauty
Of gratification of purity
Of new beginnings.
 
A sedate existence
Of protected living
Placid to others
Monotony to one
 
A pathetic sense
Of romanticized
Stature, garnering
No respect, none
 
Trials and torments
Troubles and tribulations
Forgotten in a jiffy
Swathed in nurture.
 

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Poised to prominence














You, my brave soldier
Venture into territories
Newer and bigger they seem
But I only see your victories
 
Amusing your approaches
A smile to tackle all downers
Elastically adapting to all the
Challenging encounters.
 
Deeply rooted at times
Within your own thoughts
But at ease at making
Everyone laughing in knots
 
A new day, of the year
Tomorrow will begin
Shine bright like the star,
You shall wherein.