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Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Update

One of those days it is
Where nothing goes my way
Churn out poetry I try
But dinged and dissed I get
 
Rejected by stalwarts
Reviewed and ignored
My writing never made
A mark, in their world
 
Heartbroken, I continue
Scripting. More drivel?
Words come easier now
But accolades shall never.

In the news

 
 
Menacing the trends
The slump continued
Unprecedented levels
To downward milieu
 
Models and resolves
Unravel shabbily
Money turns hands
Quickly, craftily
 
Rampant are setbacks
The unfulfilled dreams
Money talks the talk
Brings out human extremes
 
The ups and the downs
Aren’t easy to stomach
All  hunky dory, at rallies
But not so much at plummet
 
All and sundry claim
Their share of the pot
Experts and laymen
With their pain are wrought
 
The vagaries of nature
Is well applied here
All the stochastic motions
Begin to now appear
 
The laws of the finance
Of capitalistic market
Stands out unscathed
While goes on – this racket.
 

Friday, August 21, 2015

Off you go... yet again

 
The ding of the ringing bells
Woke me up from my reverie
Sweaty palms and parched lips
Put an end to any revelry
 
Dreams, no, nightmares
Plagues all of yesterday
An apprehensive optimism
For it was ‘back to school’ day
 
Books and pens, my first love
Armed with thirst for knowledge
Like New Year’s resolutions
Many things today, I pledge
 
The first week flies by
Reconnecting rediscovering
Then begins the hard work
And at the teachers’ cowering
 
Days go by in rapid pace
The its time to test
Hours as I pore over my books
I meekly let out a protest
 
The realization sinks in
The teachers stand firm
Gently guiding the astray
With pride, your work, affirm
 
And, it is all over
Times to say goodbye
But one things stand out
The strong bonds of an ally.
 
 
 
 

Train tales

I am left with the shake
The aftermath of a locomotion
The big beast of burden
Just whizzed by this station
 
Like rooted in time, I stand
Unable to process it all
If not pulled away
I could stay till nightfall
 
The 70 coaches fly past me
he passengers waved and smiled
I soaked it all in with feeling
For after all I was a railway child.
 
The hustle of the world
For all of five minutes
Embarking of its journey
The lifting of my spirits
 
Snaking away slowly
Way past my line of sight
I am left pondering
At my lonely plight
 
Goodbyes are hard
But its only until next time
Then a cheery hello
Such is, of life, the clime.
 
 
Photo credit: Douglas Salisbury (through Imaginary Garden with Real Toads)
 

Lost in thought

By the side of the river
The silver meander
I walk, lost in thought
To refresh renew and repair
 
The chirping of the birds
The slow swaying of trees
The lush green beneath me
And the blissful breeze
 
A perfect picture they paint
I, however, am rooted within
I look inside my heart
Oblivious to the worlds’ spin

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Sensitized

A nasty itch began
Eyes twitched and teared
Runny was the nose
It was just what I feared
 
I knelt down in despair
A silent cry I gave
There it goes again
The ills I have to bear
 
Trigger what was it by
I began to ponder
And, then I faintly heard
A very distinct purr.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Summer days

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
In the last leg of the day
From summer of this year
Is the crisp warm evening sky
That will soon disappear.
 
Rituals of the warmth
Imminently to be replaced
In respect of the freeze
With cold, as days are laced.
 
As it had often been done,
A hop and a skip outside
Shall be a thing of the past
As, nervously  are huddled inside.
 
A lucky show of the sun
A shy sunny day, in between
The critters come out to play
And, nature does her preen
 
Seasons are a friend to all
Like shopkeepers doling out treats
The cycle slowly moves forward
We see our share of repeats

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Parroted

There’s no other locution
Used more often
Reminiscing or speculating
Vocal or written
 
Life without regrets
Utopian at the least
But the joy it begets
Aspired and beseeched

if only.. translated

 
If only I did
If only I could
If only it were
If only he would
 
The hapless sighs
And the lost hopes
The wishful eyes
And incessant hopes
 
 

 

 

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Be you, be cursed

He just throws them
Like that
Humiliating
Belittling, trivializing
Words, sharper than sword
Churning in her mind
They wound her
Pecking away joy
Like a woodchuck
Until the final blow
Striking her down
Negativity cultivated
Cursed by all
From maternal
The heritage, ancestry
Spewed forth
The melancholy, he permeates
To his loved ones
The most loved
Word, with words, he strikes
Forever, mired in such
resentment. Be you, be cursed

Monday, August 10, 2015

The far away gaze ...

 
 
Into the horizon she gazed
Amidst the chaotic crowd
Transported to eons away
As for answers she scoured.
 
Burdens of thought pervaded
Not a moment of respite
There are lives to be saved
Not a day of plain old trite.
 
Amid the race to cure
There’s the other side
Responsibilities to kinfolk
That she needed to abide.
 
She was bound for prominence
Mundane life tied her down
Though pale in comparisons
In banality, she started to drown.
 
Untethered should have soared
Instead against the currents swims
Life is nothing, if not strange
Upheavals are created in a whim.
 
A sort of a tribute ... you know who you are ...

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Pipedream

 
Half-baked lines
float around
I write one down
And blanks abound
 
A word stands out
I rush to make a verse
Stubbornly it resists
And, I take a recourse
 
Books and pens I buy
Dreaming a fresh start
But a few pages into
Nothing stands apart
 
I move my place
From work and home
Even a bookstore once
Thoughts continue to roam
 
Not a chance I have
To see through my dream
Of filling up my rhymes
In papers by the ream
 

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Infliction

Addicted, I am to the thoughts
To the concept of suffering
 
Defiantly I resist all relief
Not to let go of the misery
 
In the filthy pool of self-pity
I wallow incessantly
 
I wait for the wave of tears
Between now and nether
 
Ridden in the guilt of joy
I refrain from the happy
 
Addicted I am to the pain
The soul wrenching kind
 

Monday, July 27, 2015

In reverence, a homage

Death beckons at will
The gentle souls fulfill
 
There’s an end, to everything
The precursor to a new beginning
 
Some things don’t make sense
Especially when all feel the absence
 
Inspiration he was for all
Humble beginning to top it all
 
On his toes, till the very end
The common he did transcend
 
Dreams and visions he installed
Legacies remained to be built
 
Sacrifices, he stirred in many
From nothingness, he taught plenty
 
For the children, a better morrow
A life of joy, bereft of sorrow
 
Ideas, he worked for, tirelessly
But destiny took him irreversibly
 
A fine citizen, a cherished president
Collectively a great loss evident
 
Mourned by his countless countrymen
His greatness hailed time and again

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Adornment

 
The rays of sunshine
Dance with the leaves
A graceful rendition
A ballet of sorts
 
Shadowed amidst light
The foliage prance about
Breezed away gently,
By the summer wind
 
The elegance, the joy
The blissful trots  
The sparkling rays
The rustling trees
 
Operatic allegory
Of the unseen nature
Nestled within
The deep forests
 
No prying eyes
Just carefree abandon
The primal purity
And pristine grace

Monday, July 13, 2015

Mythical demesne

 
 
Resurrection begins in isolation
In werewolves and witches nation
 
Voodoo dolls are blinded aspiring
Nemeses begin their veering.
 
Hunted and branded they’re as fruitcake
Spells are chanted in heart break
 
Alone, they are left to face the facts,
Amidst scorpions, vermin and the bats
 
Perchance among mortals, they appear,
Ordered by the heads to cut off ears
 
An occasional sighting in the royal ball
Is enough to make the subject appalled
 
Persecution is all they have faced
From the face of earth, erased   
 
 

Legacy left behind

 
The rains, clouds and the roof,
The game of a lifetime
Merciless, the opponent
Obstacles continued to climb
 
Feels like no tomorrow
The sun shall not rise
Sinking feeling in the heart
Familiarities reprise
 
Dreaded destiny is brought up
Maturity is summoned
Tears are stemmed, through
The rough, emerges the diamond.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

A day from the past, today

I seek ways today
To pay my tribute,
There seems no way
Attempts seem moot.
Stuck up and formal
The very word sounds
Not meant for you
Whose laughter abounds.
I think up rituals,
Ceremonies and rites
I plan to recollect all
Of the sounds and sights.
Nothing will bring you back
That hits me hard
No matter what I do
From life you are barred
The loss shall remain
The ache gnaws away,
Time lessens the pain?
But not like what they say.
Destiny and fortune, I
Seem to call out much,
For want of anything better
That will calm me much.
As long as I can
Smile at thoughts of you.
That shall be my homage,
From my heart comes true.
Remembering you, today and always... I pray, it stays that way  

Happy Birthday!

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Exhausted essence

  
Aloof I want to remain
Ponder at the absurdity
Of the painful past
Of imminent adversities
 
Temporary, I deemed it,
But transient, it hasn’t been
Nary an up follows the down,
What am I supposed to glean?
 
Living is hard, I conclude
In reality, I shouldn’t carp,
Among privileged, I count me,
But, cannot stop this harp
 
The body of mine holds up
The broken down soul
When can I mend the tears
And become my old whole

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Entwining comfort

 
 
Weaving quilts of memories
Heartfelt grains of joyous moments,
Splintered by ominous worries
Cracking open anxiety torrents
 
The feeling pervades the bones
Dubious qualms crawl within
Escaping the cynical tones
And let some bliss seep in
 
Collapsing in a huddle of thrill
Crowing in a collecting hurrah
Like the clay pot water’s chill
Life takes a welcoming yaw
 
 
 

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Debased

 
 
Raspy, I got today
Trying to instill
Come obedience
But was a tedious drill
 
In a high, I set out
With a bag of wins
Brought to my place
With quips that stings
 
A nobody that I am
Was made to realize
Somber the moment
When I was left to theorize

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Fettered and free

 
 
Nervously I set out
To grab life by its horns
Changes that I envision
Are not without thorns
 
Puzzling, the actions seem
But that is just the way
Fearful, I admittedly am
Decisions, nothing shall sway
 
Lumped up life, I led
Unwavering the right course
Throwing caution to the winds
Freeing the shackles, I endorse.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Move on

Dead as doornail, my spirits are
Hunger for life, nonexistent by far
 
Threatening to stagnate, my days,
Unless mend, I did, my ways.
 
Blemished, as a consequence of past
Lopsided life was getting too fast
 
A commemorative to be erected
“Her life sapped, now corrected”

Spat with summer

The sun shines bright,
I am gray within
The breezy world beckons
My legs immovable lead
 
The cheery chirping
While I wallow in quiet
The joyous awakening
I choose to give a miss
 
I wait in patient gloom
For the apathetic autumn  
Mirroring my own ennui
Preview to the forbidden frost.
 


"I had a lover's quarrel with the world."
- The epitaph on Robert Frost's grave.


Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Green elephant

 
There’s an elephant in the room.
And it can’t be seen
No matter how much you zoom
He is beyond the screen
 
There are squirrels in the nook
Rainbow birds kissing
But however hard you look
The elephant is missing
 
In the jungle thick and dense
The trees have been
Veiling. If you look in the distance
This elephant is green
 
 

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

A betrayal

I should show, not tell,
Feelings to be deciphered
Not said. I try to yell
But its eerily silent
 
It hurts and hurts bad,
Love shall heal, so will
time. There’s no salve
just emotions to distill

Thursday, April 16, 2015

A science poem

Atoms and molecules
Are the building blocks
Holding together they
Are of the earth’s stocks.

Combining in ways,
Beyond human’s claims
They get bent in shape
To fulfills its many frames

Anything that exists
Does so, just because
Mushrooming together
Atoms got on the cause

90 naturally and 25 more
Just that few, we wonder
If they are matter,
from atom they occur

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Tallied

Honestly I led my life
Righteous path followed
Harsh was the return I faced
When I entered the hallowed

‘Why’’ I now begin to ask
Did I not sway or stray
Why are the good guys
Always the ones to pay

Isn’t there the universe
Keeping the clich├ęd tally
Aren’t the debauched
Meant to suffer their folly.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Divulgence

A wallflower is what I see
When I think of me
In my childish mind,
There isn’t another way to be
 
Blend in, I was told
A lesson reinforced
Never to stand out,
Moderation was enforced.
 
Now, leading my own
I don’t snap out of it
Living in hesitancy
I scarcely subsist

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Damages


Life, as I know, is broken
Without a means to mend

Days go on just a token
No joy to nurture or tend

Dull and gray everything seems
Without a hope to clutch on

Not a ray of bright gleams
Nor hopes of a dazzling dawn

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Spring-ter



The wait has been long
For the hues to burst out
The pinks and the pastels
Are delayed beyond doubt

Holding to its last leg
The toothless frigid frost
Let go, if it doesn’t
Our spring could be lost

Winter and summer alone
Cannot hold the balance
The moderates play their part
Even if there isn’t valiance

Friday, April 10, 2015

How I wish to write


Words, they elude me,
But I chase them down
Then I set them free,
To take a life of their own

Verses I pen many,
Just for the love of them
But I do have an envy
For the impactful poem

I wish and sigh
And sit down to write
I will continue to try
Till I get it right

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Occupation action

Setting out at oh-dark o’clock
Many a hour, I daily log,
Sitting for long amidst machines,
To the outcome, they are the means.
 
In a paper forest, I subsist
Figures are all that exist
Spreadsheets come in handy,
Reports, I make them dandy.
 
Formulae are copious in numbers
Volume in billions, no encumbers
Though all that matters is speed,
Accuracy is a pressing need.
 
Tickers and trades roll by
With regulations to comply,
The closing bell now has rung,
But I am far from being done.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Cosseted

 
 
Flimsy were his excuses,
All options were rebuffed,
Futile were the reassurances,
As he walked off in a huff.
 
Tense the scene seemed,
As more tantrums thrown,
His little world fell apart,
Signs of hunger were shown.
 
A hearty meal was had,
All was well once more,
There were still some things
He needed his mommy for.
 
 

A dare poem

As meek as I am
I am up for a dare,
 
Never the one to miss
No matter how I fare
 
This month of spring,
A deadline I have set
 
To slow down, to pause,
Of little things not fret
 
The venture to brave
To triumph over fear
 
To embrace the water
In swimming persevere
 
For across from the dread
is everything I desire

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Sunshine and strawhats

Temperatures aren’t in the teens
Days aren’t short nor light scarce
Frigidly, the months aren’t spent
Plans, the blizzards don’t thwart
 
Hues of nature, aren’t many
Crisply chill, mornings aren’t
Leaves aren’t falling in hordes,
Skies don’t bring out torrents.
 
On the other hand …
 
Longing, basking is done,
Pools and beaches swarmed
Heat is all that’s around
The occasional day is stormed.
 

Break up

 
 
She poured her heart out,
Vilely she wanted to let it out,
All the pent up emotions,
She just wanted to spout.
 
He stood in callous calm
Her cries weren’t heard,
Moved on, he had for long,
A sense of loss never occurred.
 
A sad ending imminent,
As they went their ways,
She had never been his,
He never let go his space.
 
She had held on to him
He was her first love
Patiently she waited
Is spite of his heartless shove
 
It was time, she  knew,
Her heart would never mend,
Though love begot hate,
Not a thing would she amend.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Venerable vegetable

A stroll in my garden,
Past the lush and lively beds
The sustenance of humans
The greens and the reds.

Flowers bloom as they do,
But what makes me glad,
Is the freshest of produce
The healthiest of spreads.

Bell peppers and tomatoes
Lettuce, Spinach and beans,
There?s Zucchini and squash
And pumpkin in the scenes.

Okra in bunches stand tall
Eggplant shows its hue
Radishes in white and red
Beets and berries in blue.

Varied in shapes they are
With the seasons, they grow
Sized in miniature to large,
Their grandeur they show.

A day I overlook their care
They shrivel and give out,
A little love and warmth
In leaps and bounds, sprout

Saturday, April 4, 2015

A departure poem

A departure from routine
I sought for long

When the day was here,
I was forlorn

All I had wanted was to
Lay in peace

But worrying about life, I
Wasn't able to cease

With a burden of thoughts
I left home

A new land, far away, I
aimed to roam

In a few days, I returned
To my domain

The yearning for a holiday
does not wane.

Friday, April 3, 2015

A machine poem

I dream of laying
Under the clear blue sky
Opening the blinds
I stay put, wonder why
 
Lodged between the
Couch and the chair
The TV and the PC
Causing technology wear
 
Mechanical, life is now
Dulling the general pace
Paying the huge price
My entire being is debased