Friday, July 25, 2014


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.


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


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.


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


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.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Adorable darling

Your tears break my heart,
My whole world falls apart,
You fix yourself with a smile,
To regain myself, I take a while.
I follow you to every single nook,
I understand your every look,
Your incessant calls make my day,
Keeping all my doubts at bay.
I know one day, off you will go,
I just hope that day doesn’t show,
Interwoven, you are into my fiber,
As I hold on to you, a little tighter.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Angels hark

An invisible hand hovers,
Over my troubled head,
My thoughts then recover,
As though back from dead.
My sheltered existence,
Seemed to be threatened,
Required of me was penance,
For the unrest to amend.

Let down

You are the one I call my own,
But you treated me with a frown,
Horrible days, then followed,
Your pride, you never swallowed.
Listlessly, dejected I went about,
Uncaringly, your day, you tout.
Moody, of me, you dismiss,
While you went on with your tryst.
Pieces, I picked up, one by one,
Propped or prodded, I was by none.
Alone, I decided, is the way to go,
With you, there is only sorrow.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

To flourish while fading


I will fade away, into recognition
The seasons maybe any
I will wilt and wither here,
Possibly Thursday, the day in spring.
I decide on Thursday, because I was
Born on that day,
I pen these lines in fear,
In dread of diminishing,
The end is terrifying.
There will an emptiness
No one to recollect my days,
Truly I will vanish
Into dust, in the woods,
On a rainy sunny day.
And now for today’s (optional, as always!) prompt. Today, let’s rewrite a famous poem, giving it our own spin. While any famous poem will do, if you haven’t already got one in mind, why not try your own version of Cesar Vallejo’s Black Stone Lying on a White Stone? If you’re not exactly sure how such a poem could be “re-written,” check out this recent poem by Stephen Burt, which riffs on Vallejo’s. Happy writing!

Lurid quietude

Plagued by nightmares,
My life takes a turn,
Blood and gore don’t fare,
Still makes my heart churn.
Waking up in cold sweat,
There are visions, that stay,
Tragedies that torment,
Life turns into gray.
Like dementors to my soul,
Gnawing away the calm,
Smells so acrid and foul,
Seem to all over, embalm.
Knee jerk tears flow,
Swaying in the anguish,
Nothing stems the throes,
In desolation, I languish.
Respite, there isn’t at all,
From the infinite agony,
Ordeals continue to whirl,
Dissipating all harmony.

Monday, April 7, 2014

Captivated by doohickey

Not a day goes by,
When I don’t fondle you,
With all my undying love,
Your praises, I spew.
Your bright response,
To my first look,
Continuing from where left off,
Taken line, sinker and hook.
I caress your behind,
As I hold you tight,
We both settle down
Under the covers each night,
The lights turn off,
You grip me with your glow,
Spending hours together,
No fatigue, you seem to show.
As sleep plays on me,
My dear, I let you go,
Until the next time to play.
My iPad, I adore you so.


I sit to paint a picture,
Of me, in my element,
Long gaping at the canvas,
No ideas seem to cement.
A female, I am, I conclude,
Do I owe me any props?
Is there the ideal mix,
Of the gains and the flops?
Successful, I decide to add,
Generous all the way,
Intangibles, I list many,
But, how do I portray?
A briefcase, do I depict
Or money illustrate?
Kids and husband in tow,
Joy, does it demonstrate?
While I ponder over these,
The blankness stares back,
In the nothingness, I settle
I am an unfinished abstract.
*A play on introspect


Thursday, April 3, 2014

Note to self


I am my biggest foe,
I reap whatever I sow,
Dejected I feel at slight,
And, on it I focus my might.
Frustrations show me raw,
Discontents  begin to gnaw,
Discouragement, a self blow,
I am then forced to lie low.
With all these within me,
Who needs an enemy,
For me, I should root,
My own horn, to toot.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Withering sight

Emaciated, he looked gaunt,
His past continued to haunt,
His vile deeds of the yore,
Gnawed at his innermost core.
Decomposing his life gone by,
He awaited his verdict with a sigh,
His few remaining days on earth,
Of love, there was a dearth.
Repentance, it crossed his mind,
‘Too little, too late’, he resigned,
No one else will ever come to know,
To the grave, he will take his woes.

Lost in fantasy

Like the proverbial Alice,
I have entered the mythical land,
Of Fujins and Thors, Odin too,
The Gods of Wind and Power,
I am sufficiently entranced,
Perplexed overly.
Eleves and dwarves scurry about,
While Gozu and Mezu guard,
I don’t make any sense,
I stay entrenched, deep
Escape my real world.
A realm beyond my conscious
I have descended into.
I make my own stories
History is fiction
Characters my figment
Blurry with sensory illusion.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014


I rake my brains hard,
To name something blue,
I have been duly dared,
That it cannot be “you”
While on my thoughts, I chew,
And, think of the ocean,
As I try to not eschew,
The skies of the blue notion.
As I ponder over more,
There is the Hindu God,
Devotedly followed by scores,
Who are humbly awed.
I think of joyous beauty,
And the peacock comes to mind,
To spread its splendor is its duty,
Just when the gray skies descend.
Or it could be the Nav’i tribe,
In the mystical Avatar space,
That’s all I am able to  scribe,
Of Blues there are no other trace.