Friday, May 27, 2016

Wistful - a day on the beach

Spring seems to have glossed over
Of seasons, I have lost track
Missing is the clichéd may shower
While for the beach, today I pack
Sand under my feet, I can bear
Scorching nights will appear
I make it my mission to care
For a sense of disarray brings fear
Itching for the pleasant tropics
Willing to meander the trudge
A backyard destination, nothing exotic
In peaceful serenity, to indulge
Bells and whistles don’t matter
If only I could turn off my thoughts
On the sand, I stay splattered
Sans the glamor and the gloss
Forever the workhorse, that’s me
Harried life, a price that I pay
I look forward to a day by the sea
On this calm and gorgeous day.


Wednesday, May 18, 2016

I wait in hope

Giddy I am in anticipation
Of the enchanting day’s arrival
The joy I could not contain
For my love for him, was primal
Fanatical, in my preparations
I buzz around being busy
Every little bit, perfect for him
I drive myself into a frenzy
One thing makes it all worth
His look of love, with a yelp of delight
My heart swells in contentment
Everything else feels just trite.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Valued veneer

Cherished life I lead
Seemingly, from outside
Strong in the face of
It; adversity I scoff
I babble incessantly
Within my own entity
Prized be damned
Upright, I barely stand
The façade stays subtle
Through motions as I muddle
This life, I have conned
Survival I have spawned

El Yunque

Like a speck of dust,
On my messy table
I stand in awe at
The foothills of the mount
The enormity strikes
Spell bound, I remain
Multitudes of magnitude
I try to envision
Gentle giants they are
Staying put in peace
Letting life flourish
Standing tall, untouched
Refreshed and renewed
I head back home
The moment was the end
the beginning and all in between

Friday, May 6, 2016

A half-full realist

Laying under the stars,
A romantic notion,
While I explore and pursue
Alas, not come to fruition
That grass holds bugs,
Comes to mind
How about bears?
Chasing my behind
It could rain and pour
While I scramble for shelter
Or in summer nights
In torturous heat swelter
Seemingly is about the art of
In life, slowing down
But the pragmatic in me
Dismisses it with a frown

Tuesday, April 26, 2016


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
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


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


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:

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


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


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
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


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


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


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

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Same day, same time

Clichéd 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


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


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.