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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Time of life

Annoyed every morning,
At the recurrent pain,
Gnawing away the insides,
Seeking relief in vain.
 
Age is the cause,
But it gets hushed up,
The need to stay young
Necessitates cover up.
 
Like a switch turned on
The aches began to garner
Just as she went past
The proverbial corner.
 
Admittedly she did not
Look anything like old
But the body discerns,
The groans are foretold.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Short stint

 
Not so long ago
Your head fit in my palm
 
I look again today
My hands are normal
Far from gargantuan
 
I think I blinked
The customary forty winks
 
Where did time go
Was I enshrined
In suspended animation
 
Is the time continuum
Inflated exponentially
 
Age is just a number
While I stop tallying mine
You accumulate digits to yours

Gift of infatuation

 
Giddy with anticipation
Was a clichéd one-liner,
 
The lewdness of her gaze,
Wasn’t lost on her or others,
 
The craving was a frill
The lavishness a guilt,
 
Needless to say, she was
Just a slave to her desires.
 
Her heart was in tremor
And her head dizzy in excess
 
The day finally was here
It came packaged in white
 
As she pulled away the covers,
Revealing the shiny new gadget.
 
An attempt in stealth
From her loved ones
 
A lapse from prudence
For just this once.

In contentment, in joy

 
You, to be born tomorrow
Of me, mine shall be called
You shall bring me no sorrow,
As with you, I shall be enthralled.
 
As much a part of me, you are
Though seeds, I’d have sown,
Truth could be very bizarre,
You shall be of your own.
 
I shall bring you into the world,
I will wait to see your face,
And then let you free to unfurl,
Every bit will forever amaze.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Defiled

 
 
My sacred sanctuary
Away from the routine,
Unlike my crowd that
I think I fit in
Was violated beyond repair
Left with a gaping hole
 
Not so much a compunction
Not a sense of qualm,
Again my soul is stripped away
As I try, to move on, get a grip.

Baffling

I don’t get that about me
Unexpectedly I begin to rebel
Against the unfairness of it all
 
Right thing, I thought if I do,
Always of the virtue,
The evil bias shall not
Raise its iniquitous head.
 
That was not to be
Prejudicially, I was taunted,
The clicked lesson reinforced
 
Life is far from fair
 
Questioning the premise,
Gets me nowhere
Why doesn’t everyone
Live and let live

Friday, February 20, 2015

Just another tirade

Omnipresent, the callousness,
That get me agitated,
Obnoxious are the actions,
That make me unsettled.
 
Offensive, the comments,
And inconsiderate observations,
Obtusely interfering,
In every others’ business.
 
Obsessively, I rant about,
The infuriating foibles,
Oblivious, the person leads,
An existence joyful.

Hindered

 
 
Words, I had in my repertoire,
There was a steady stock,
Sadly, not the case any more,
The supply has been caulked.
 
Thoughts and feelings flow,
That tide doesn’t ebb,
To confine them apropos,
Is mired in a thwarted web.
 
Attempts lay half done,
Never to see the light,
I am left to now mourn,
The verse’s curtailed plight.
 

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Oldness

As I evolve into the new me,
A grave discontent pervades,
There is a yearning to be free,
But life seems to invade.
 
Sobering into maturity,
It is time to pull back,
Accompanying it, insecurity,
And it cuts me no slack.
 
Days begin to fill with despair,
The feeling won’t go away,
Encroaching, it slowly ensnares,
The imminent birthday.
 

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Nowhere but up

As I hit rock bottom,
About how to go on
There’s not a ray of hope
That I could fall back on.
 
As I want to just
curl up and cry,
Nothing I do matters,
Life just goes awry.

Monday, February 2, 2015

To nothing…

 
The countdown begins
To nothingness
Assigned to loneliness
 
There’s no next time
No tomorrow
No joy no sorrow
 
Age isn’t any number
Its speed bump
To the flump.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Out with the old?

 
With promises of
Turning a new leaf,
The air is filled with hope
And, of ringing in the new.
 
Resolute seems the intent,
Shedding away the past
Trying to embrace the present,
The next chapter in life.
 
Jovial, the mood is
Far from the somber,
The grouchy groggy,
Of the many yesterdays.
 
The start afresh and
The clean slate
A new beginning
Yet again, in cycle, goes.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Is this she?

Help from none, she expects,
Gifts, she hopes to refuse.
Every gesture is suspect,
When mistrust is diffuse.
 
Not a moment of joy,
Not a nice word to say,
Dripping in sarcastic decoy,
Says, she whiled away.
 
Of others’ actions, critical,
Never any appreciation,
Of everyone, she is cynical,
Breeding constant revulsion.
 
Life, it is said, in fleeting,
Purpose is to spread love,
But, all the while bleating
In misery, as she wallows.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Pre-destined... are some ...

Deserving of it,
Some seem to be
The hardships.
 
The constant nagging
In their spiteful mind,
The persisting worries.
 
They have done,
Their share of ills
To one and all.
 
Bearing fruit, they have
Of their malicious ways,
Karma, they say, bites.  

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Aspire to inspire

 
 
I nurture and protect
My little one with care,
I ensure right things and
thought to others he spare.
 
While I cocoon him today,
From the happenings away,
I stop and pause and wonder,
How will I keep horror at bay?
 
The big bad world, I caution,
Will set out to get him,
While mountains, he scales,
And oceans he swims.
 
Hurt and disappointment,
With love, I can embalm,
Nightmares and torture,
Disturbs what little of calm.
 
I equip him well, I try,
To face the world with élan,
Everyone’s qualms to defy.
To be the human, he can.
 
 

Watchful Wonderful Wordsmith

 
 
Words are putty in my hands,
Mold them into emotions I can,
To meet anyone’s demands
Any gamut of feeling, I span.
 
Melting others’ hearts, my letters,
Travel wide and travel far,
Shackling all of their fetters,
Of beauty, they raise the bar.
 
And, of my heart, these are decoy,
Of course, they are all my dears,
My readers weep in elated joy,
Choking, holding back tears.

Humble, the endeavor

Misty eyed, at the sight,
Of his glorious presence,
 
Otherwise languid in pace,
She seemed rocking today.
 
The glaring difference then
 The turnout of one other
 
Felt alive enough, to muster all,
She said, once of my words.
 
Being there was another jolt
A shot of buoyant optimism
 
Morale booster, was the word,
Used by a usually reticent one
 
That’s all that is the purpose,
To be of use to another.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Dull and gray, it is

A neglected heart
yearning for affection
jubilant at the prospects
Anticipation keeps it going,
Compacted within are
Unbridled emotions
Waiting to boil over
Expectations are copious
Serving no purpose
When Dull and gray
Is the way it is.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

In inadequacies, I thrive

 
Ailments, I can help treat,
Not of the deliberate harm
How do I catch it all?
And, rightly raise alarm.
 
Death, as scary it is,
The joy is in living,
To move on ahead,
In spite of all misgivings.
 
Equipped with my shield,
Of unconditional love,
Face adversities in aplomb,
Unscathed rise above.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Episode in psychoanalysis

 
 
A nonchalant mention,
A passing by question,
How do you feel when stressed?
Pondered at it and paused.
 
Can’t you tell how wired I am
With a trillion thoughts swamped,
Sending silent prayers upward,
While barely moving forward.
 
A smile and I slowly spoke,
Heart heavy, like being poked,
Palpitations are one too many,
Stress is something I can’t deny.
 
It isn’t my age then, she replied,
That notion, I gently decried,
In me she laid her trust,
The role, I accept, if I must.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

My perturbed mind


In denial, I pause,
A deferment of the ruling,
The disbelief stark,
The distance not consoling.
 
Turn of events,
I'd rather they not
The clock, can it not tick
With fear, days are wrought.
 
Twiddling all fingers,
I await the reckoning,
Idle, the mind isn't
Anticipating a rude awakening.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

First day, of many …

Today, a new phase begins,
Entering the elementary echelons,
Leave behind others’ fawns,
And setting aside nervous Pons.
 
Confident march toward the bus,
A wave, a ‘goodbye’ and no fuss,  
Looking from behind, in repress,
Pride and joy at the finesse.
 
Twiddling thumbs others scrambled,
With elan, the day was handled.
Mustering the whole mettle,
For the long haul, steadily settled.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Can’t beat, join?

 
 
Bribery I desist from,
The idealist agrees,
Skeptically, I move ahead,
From the shackles freed.
 
As time moves on,
My principles are clobbered.
I clutch on to the last straw,
But now steps are labored.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Zenith Zen

 
 
One step after another,
With feet feeling like lead,
As toward the peak, I gather,
My soul is waiting to be fed.
 
The top of the world feel,
The beautiful solitude,
In tranquility, I kneel,
Everything is perfectly tuned.
 
The blood and sweat, on the way,
Didn’t for a moment, matter,
In perfect harmony, I sway,
No thoughts, nowhere scatter.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Searing to fall

On a aesthetic high,
The trees felt, all summer,
The life flourished,
Never for a moment dimmer.
 
Now, there is a pause,
As the greens begin to hue,
Slowly take a fall,
As if, long overdue.
 
The warm dyed leaves,
Slowly waft to the ground,
Days lose the sheen,
And, clouds pale around.
 
It’s time to rest the weary limbs,
Take a break from dazzle,
Grays are not so bad,
As nature winds down her muscle.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Muddled struggle

 
 
Is my entanglement my undoing?
Or is heartless the way all are going?
 
Every word of others I dissect,
End of the day, my heart feels wrecked.
 
Sensitivity has it heightened in me?
Is death the only way to be free?
 
Bereft of joy, I don’t want to end up,
And unnecessary emotions stirred up.
 
To smile, I enforce upon me, a rule.
My thoughts, I also slowly retool.
 
Change, I anticipate in life’s chapters.
And, forever, I shall be in raptures.
 

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Unfettered

I was the master of my world,
Hands on the wheels, I soared.
The journey was the destination,
Solitude was the ultimate intention.
 
No voices egging me on,
No safety net to fall back on,
My battle was just my own,
The road to finish, unknown.

Turn it around

The path is punishing
Arduous and demanding,
I will my steps to not falter,
Towards the win as I totter.
 
Dismissed by some, as a joke,
My passion, I needed to stoke,
Proving to none other than me,
This is who I am, I proudly decree.

Live on...

And, thus it ends,
An illustrious life,
In memoriam,
The words are rife.
 
For every birth,
Death’s in the sphere,
There’s no escape,
The End will be here.
 
That’s how it is
The mark of final.
Instinct is it primal
For survival?

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Rhyming reasons

 
 
Morose, my verses are, I am told,
Grief is instant, never foretold,
Welled up tears, I don’t let fall.
Instead, on paper, I begin to scrawl.
 
Sparse have become the joys,
Age and circumstance destroys,
Whatever little seeps through,
Days are strewn in sough.
 
Impulsively, I should set out,
And, a change bring about,
But as days slowly pass by,
My resolve begins to go awry.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Tag, tag my way...

Here are the rules of the game: 
  • Thank and link to the amazing person who nominated you.
  • List the rules and display the award.
  • Share seven facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 15 other amazing blogs and comment on their posts to let them know they have been nominated.
  • Proudly display the award logo on your blog and follow the blogger who nominated you. 



About me, seven facts,
So sweetly, she did ask
Deny I cannot this one,
Being awarded an inspiration.
 
Plain Jane, I think of me,
Uninteresting in all degree,
I will introspect to  uncover,
What will I find, I shudder.
 
A wallflower, I try to blend,
A helping hand always extend.
Thoughtful I am, others say,
I guess I was made this way.
 
Memories are my strength,
To preserve them, I go any length.
Of the past and the future, I worry.
Amidst that in the present, I scurry.
 
Collections, I love to complete,
From angels to elephants, no mete.
I dream of my own sanctuary ,
To escape into a world, imaginary.
 
Photographs are my antidote,
Time to it, I always devote.
Seven now? have not lost count,
Distracted, as my life, I recount.
 
Now, I express gratitude,
To reflect, had the latitude.
Opportunity in the form of a tag,
And, also an award in the bag.

Dear Maha, I truly appreciate,
An opportunity to satiate,
You, who I deeply admire,
Never do cease to inspire.

Tagged by Maha

Thursday, August 14, 2014

The lows of the high

Eradicate the sorrows of today,
Plunge in and rejoice all the way,
For there’s no certain morrow,
While through days, we all furrow.
 
Squeamish in happiness we are,     
Awaiting misery, that’s not far,
Silent have become the lips,
Smiles fade away into the dips.
 
The means of joy aren’t mercenary,
Just clichés age old and legendary,
Of little grins, the many drops,
An ocean of joy, it does prop.

Taught by a tot

Through your eyes, I see now,
Little things, to me, you show,
 
You teach me to be present,
And not into brooding, descent.
 
You emphasize on this instant,
And not to dwell on the distant.
 
You show me to be open,
And, not obsess over what's broken.
 
You educate me to prioritize,
And, by words and actions, entice.
 
You instruct me to engage,
And, each one, to aptly gauge.
 
Wise beyond your years,
For you, I am all ears.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Reeling reality

I daydreamed a childhood,
In my mind it exists,
Reality doesn’t matter,
For I have it all figured.
 
White picket fence home,
With grass to skip upon,
Pink drapes on my window,
From it to peer outside.
 
Gardens with daisies,
And bluebells and lilies
Paths to hidden cozies,
And tree-houses on top.
 
Picture perfect the happiness,
And, days bright and slow,
Paradise appears in paper,
But none has seen it, at all.

A mid life hiatus

The road oft traveled,
The middle of life,
The clock a-ticking,
Mind begins to strife.
 
Attempts to alleviate,
Fall through flat,
Days are moving on,
Life goes on with a splat.

Toddling in art

Picking up the brush,
You paint a bold stroke,
‘Digger’ you declare,
Your creativity, we stoke.
 
A squiggly wiggly in red,
Takes its daring shape,
‘Humpty dumpty’, you say,
In admiration, we are agape.
 
‘Blue and yellow, and more’
You sing in all gusto,
Pages turned and filled,
As you go on with tempo.
 
‘Painting!’, you proclaim,
Looking all around,
Your ardent admirers,
Applaud several rounds.

Art of life

I watch life, as if it were an art,
A painting, a landscape, set apart,
I watch it, as if it is the stage,
And, stay away from it, I manage.
 
Every brush stroke, is a breath taken,
Some unfinished, midway forsaken,
The climax is awaited, hoped befitting,
Actors in it trudge on, unwitting.
 
A blank canvas for one and all,
Hues and grays have now befall,
Unscripted was how it all began,.
Destiny, and then its course ran.
 
A canvas, a stage, that’s all it is,
With onset and ends, hits and miss,
Subjects and actors keep moving on,
Many a shapes and roles, each dons.

Thoughts in randomness

I write, I accumulate,
My darkest fears and thoughts,
It never does satiate,
The ghosts with which I am wrought.
 
I read and absorb,
All of the hurt and sorrows,
All of it distorts,
My heart’s beaming pharos.
 
I mull over and muse,
At others’ every spoken word,
My heart is bruised,
As the intent behind each is heard.

All for a smile

I smile today, for no reason,
Lifts my spirits, for its the season,
I pause amidst and ponder,
I jolt me back to life’s wonders.
 
All the quotes and books I read,
Positive, I try to be, never succeed,
Of everyone else, but me, I worry,
Brings me down, however I parry.
 
Every new day, to myself, I assure,
Turning into a new leaf, has allure,
Today, this moment, as good as any,
Therefore, I smile, I smile aplenty.
 

Follower, forever

Muddy paths formed by foot,
By the many before me.
Pioneering is liberating,
But, it is not for me.
 
The vicious cycles of firsts,
To lead is never my forte,
My own pace, I would rather,
And, hover in its comfort.
 

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Wee wily nily

 
 
You resist, I persist,
You win some, I the rest,
Every day, I marvel,
At your garble, larval,
Wise beyond your age,
Grasping the language,
Vocal and verbose,
Regaling grandiose,
You push to the limit,
I pull in, and inhibit,
Knowing you are wrong,
In a hug, you merrily throng.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Scenes of serenity


 







 
Monsoon peering in,
And peacocks are preening,
The fluty squeals of birds,
Trills of swallows reeling.
 
The bright moon shining,
And streams rustling on rocks,
The earth blends with the sky,
There’s silence in the blocks.
 
Chestnuts dropping,
Pings the eerie quiet,
Branches sing the blues,
Nothing short of a riot.
 
I step into this scene,
Heavenly as it seems,
Breathing deep in my lungs,
This picturesque dream.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Regeneration

 
 
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.

Formulaic

 
 
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.