Snarled in success?

Tangled, I am in
A mesh of my own making.
Not even worth,
the moolah I am raking.

With a fine tooth comb,
I go through several listings,
Shake out of my inertia
Cutting off the apron strings.

A new year,
A new beginning awaited
Likely to be disappointed,
Can never be sated.

Supercilious Superior

Sucking a lollipop, he came,
Showing off, he had some game,
To mankind, he was a shame,
As he set out, to others, maim.

Buckling under arbitrary pressure,
Evading reality in large measure,
A wedge he created for his pleasure,
Becoming a mean people crusher.

From integrity to deviousness,
On power, beginning to obsess,
Losing along the way, his finesse,
Falling into abyss, beyond redress.

As we lament the adverse loss,
Of a first rate superior boss,
Things will never be the way it was,
Life, but, shall go on without a pause.

Blazing Blizzard

A snowflake, like none other,
Zillions together, our lives they hinder.
Nature in her purest form of fury,
We stand a chance, before it, nary.

Cars spun around like hot wheels minis,
Passengers amid travel, brought to their knees,
Flying machines of fleeting speed,
To nature’s rage, they all pay heed.

False sense of security from size,
SUVs, leviathans strewn around like dice.
Humbled with gratitude of life spared,
Shaken by how routines were impaired.

Colossal trees snapping like twigs,
In heavy winds, all doing jigs,
Not a soul escaped its wrath,
Shuddering to think of its aftermath.


(Sunday Scribblings)

Pause ahead!

Putting in perspective,
My disappointing thoughts,
I count my blessings
And pray for the have-nots.

This year tested me so,
Me and my dear ones,
I’d dare not lean to look
And I pray for no reruns.

In utter humility I seek,
Something to look ahead to
Will I get to dabble in
Life and its gifts anew?

A let down, feeling cheated,
I always knew life was unfair,
I wish I could be more heated,
I need to blow off some air.

Years I gave for this one,
Like a scrap, I get dropped
Rhyme and reason, there's none
Okay! I know I didn't get chopped.

I do well, not just well, great
I pour blood and sweat into,
This hurt, won't soon abate,
A lot of pain, this will stew.

Feeling like the world's end.
Trying to shake it out,
With a reminder to contend,
A vocation, ultimately to flout.

Hoping at the end of it, some gain!
Borne throughout for years,
Toiling away to point of pain,
Shed many a load of tears.

Reverie or reality

In my own world, a baby I yearn
In my mind, I make a great parent
In my dreams, I see her tiny face
In suspended reality, I dream on!

Will I ever follow through? I wonder
The reality scares me, beyond words
With the dinky life we lead, I pause
Hesitating to rock the boat.

Life moves on, barely I find at times
What do I seek, I ponder, failing to find
Drama, is it? That comes with kids?
A mom, a long shot? I beg to differ!

Attired

I dressed up for Diwali
She, for Halloween
In my finery, I stepped out
She called it a costume!
When will I not skip a beat
And use them together?
When will I blend the there
With the here, if I ever will?
A mishmash of cultures I call
But is it really so?
Some stand out, while others
Amalgamate easy!

This day in mind

A day I spent like any other,
Talking to my sister across miles,
I was beginning my day, when
She was in shutting down mode.

Reliving childhood, she mentioned.
An idea so delightful, I clutched on,
Just that little thought sowed,
Some seeds of happy in me.

Like so many of the others, ours
Too was a normal, uneventful life.
Growing up was hard, but
Had its share of memorable.

Now looking back, filtering.
What surfaces, what plays in mind
Makes us all who we are, though
maybe not who we want to be.

Setting foot firmly in the present,
Letting go of past, though hard.
We march together into the future.
Allies, we shall be for life!

Titular

Listening to the confession
That came pouring out,
From the American assassin,
The undercover detective,
Entrusted with the side jobs,
Wondered to himself,
‘was it worth dying for?’
Like the girl who kicked
The hornet’s nest, he felt
Not able to turn away,
Neither able to stay on
In the company of others,
He assumed will be safe haven
To Freedom and from there
The reversal of fortunes.
The fall of giants, the aftermath
Of which he didn’t stay to see!

Big Tent Poetry

Immersed in art

Within the four walls of the Metropolitan
Surrounded by hustling, bustling visitors,
The eerie effect is immensely disquieting
Human faces framed, in moods I spy,
A Da vinci, in shimmering sepia.
Van goghs with irises, wheat fields,
Cypresses, and other flowers galore
Renoirs with daisies, young girls,
Madame in gown with family.
Prying eyes were mine, amidst
The hush of the serene past.

Shock and stun

Solemn somber spooky silence,
seconds stand still, suspended.
Severe serious, supposedly scary.
Stopping short, scream slips.
Spine-chilling. Seen scrambling
Suppressing sensitivity,
Sensation shocking surely.
Soon shall subside,
Serenity shall succeed.

Assuaging assonance

Poetry could be my solace,
Rhymes without reason, my support,
When life moves in a harried pace,
Some normalcy, I try to purport.

Now-a-days, I seem to need,
Not a nudge but a shove,
Unease continues to breed,
Of anxieties a trove.

My steady gait belies,
My ripened state of panic,
With a smile I try to guise,
Fears within that are volcanic.

Uneasy angst

This little life of mine,
Can it change in a blink?
It makes me pine,
And drives me to the brink.

Nothing to show for the years,
There is just painful sorrow,
Comparison with ones’ peers,
No hope left for the morrow.

One after another follows,
I am left picking pieces,
In the dark and dreary hollows,
Misery just increases.

Tension in the mind,
Eats away day-by-day,
I am on a quest to find,
Some peace and make it stay.

A weak moment, when health issues of a loved one were worrying; now slowly and surely positive signs are seen,

Unseen, unheard, not unknown

A connection I formed with you,
unspoken, unwritten, unsaid
My nephew to be, my very own.
I dreamt of sitting by you,
breathing in, you, in peace.
I anticipated whisking you away,
to a world of you and me.
I waited to teach, you life
to read to you, entering
a fascinating world of books,
I would make you a reader,
a mathematician, along the way.
You would be eager, curious
and I would satiate
You grow and I nurture,
I could say nothing to you,
I wish I could speak volumes!

Little pleasures

Charmed, he did, his way,
Into our hearts, with ease,
Feasted our hearts away,
At his conversation piece.

Showers us, he always does,
With boatloads of love,
A relationship so robust,
Of memories a treasure trove.

To our own, he is akin.
And, with each day gone
Beyond anything we imagine,
He has excelled, shone!

Back to school, they go

Little ones with heads held high,
Others with a little tear standing by,
It is that time of the year again,
Enlightenment and knowledge to gain.

Pouncing on goodbyes to be gathered,
Breaking away from being mothered.
Parents and guardians with a brave face.
Rippling with worries beneath the surface.

With refreshed brains and a blank slate,
To negate the ignorance, the kinds wait.
Changes are a part of growing up,
Learning lessons to never give up!

Classrooms to find and buses to board,
Games to be played and points scored.
Just having done the best, is the reward.
Memories then, they will continue to hoard.

I survived

The day dawned bright,
Nagging fear, within slight,
Results and outcome I await,
Of the exam, to decide the fate,

At the time of the email,
Grimace I did, looking pale.
To clear the obstacle, would I fail?
Stumble or would I prevail?

A signal, positive, I asked
Fear I bravely masked,
And, then in the glory I basked,
This one I had surpassed!

Prismatic

A full rainbow, perchance I viewed
In its full splendorous seven
Be it a slit in the sky,
Or a bridge between earth and heaven.

I got my pot of gold,
My own, my very own.
I didn’t need the leprechauns
For seeds of my success are sown.

A promise I see it as, from above
A cleansed earth, by the rain
Embellished then, by the vibgyor
And, life thus shall remain.

A critical critique

Critical critique

A good laugh, that is what,
My story would seem to all,
Playing a joke on me is
Someone up there and all.

Laughter remedies distress,
Wiping away the tears,
Self deprecating hilarity
Leverage it, to allay my fears.

An escape into morrow

My feeble attempt at vacation,
I sit out there, soaking up the sun,
Try to Drink in the joys of nature,
A day like this is a good one.

Take in, what you can today,
Who can predict what’s in store?
Here today, elsewhere tomorrow,
No point living in the yore!

Qualms, no calm

Can I eat myself to obscurity?
Like the customary caterpillar
Will days in a cocoon then,
Turn me into something else?

Beauty is far from my mind.
Nor colorful transformations.
Seeking the elusive peace,
And for happiness to follow.

Have I not asked for before?
Feeling a sense of déjà vu
Repetitive I have become
Like a broken record, I sound.

Direct me, not!

Directions, are they any use?
I go my way, they go theirs.
Who in the world gets to say
This way to go and not that
To do as one’s pleasing,
Is what life’s about, ain’t it?
Would we then cease to be,
A visceral being isn’t so bad.
As creatures, to roam the world!

Marching on

Three strikes and I should be out.
I had many more and am still about.
Life isn’t a game, to say the least.
Trounce the hits, to beat the beast.

Won’t list everything that’s wrong.
Shift to positives and come out strong.
Serenity prayer plays on my lips.
Surge onward, not following scripts.

Disquieting disposition

As night nears, fear ensues,
The unknown, the trepidation
Life is bizarre, nay a narrative.

Normalcy I seek, I beseech
Shakespeare's world stage quote
Does not provide a good solace

A weight the size of a boulder
Hangs heavy on my head,
Trying in vain, to reassure I am

Triggers of alarm, are a few
A loved one in pain, is prime
Events, each, a part it plays.

Pinpricks, it shall remain,
To be rubbed away, and moved on,
For the positive end, I await.

Crusades for causes

If I die, think only this of me,
I was a citizen of a land that was free,
No name, I owned, among the millions
Soldier I wasn’t, just one of civilians.

Battle I did still for some rights,
Not one of the armed or armored fights,
With the mighty pen, I set out,
Poeming through causes, time I devote.

Fourth of July Fete

Over and above the great peaks,
At night, were fiery sparks seen,
Freedom celebrated with pyrotechnics,
Illuminating the sky, was a bright scene.

Mountains, they moved, fighting for it,
With swords, guns and words in revolution,
Not giving up, nor surrendering in defeat,
For life and liberty were the solution.

Spangled with stars, was the great banner,
Heads held high, with happiness and pride.
Tradition dictates, celebration in this manner,
Two-Three-Four, of course, was a great ride!

In which I create

To write, I set out with the greats,
Enthusiasm, a pot full, I stirred up,
Weakly to inject, I tried to, some humor,
A little style unique to me, I worked on.

Shot down, I thought it was all,
Rejection, I felt, I was facing.
Or was it acceptance shrouded
In veils of ruthless editing?

Obscured are the lines between
Hassle it is to totally decipher
Withdraw within, the old me would
Give up quietly and mourn it over.

The new me, is born today,
Write she wants to till she drops
To her heart’s content churning,
A wealth of ideas she has, to share.

Peeves and bones

I have a bone to pick,
Into others’ business they stick
If you really want to
Hear about it and know it all,
Stop being such a critique.

Sometimes, even if I am
Wrong, I don’t want to know


I have another pet peeve,
They are the ones who believe,
In the positive of all things,
Reading between lines for that,
Nothing, alone, they will leave.

Sometimes, I don’t want to
Cheer up, but stay and wallow.

A different day

Routines breed monotony
But are a virtue in their own right
A security blanket they provides,
Fostering a sense of belonging.
By virtue of which, I feel grounded.
Repeatedly imply a life being lived.
Change I feel I need, and, variety
today I crave. Risk averse I am to try
‘Surrender’, feigning irritation, I sigh.
And I move on, with a heavy heart!

Introducing

Your new life begins,
With a sweet cry today,
You are greeted with grins,
As the joy, all convey!

Beautiful, your name implies,
Clever too, it does denote,
Beyond your age, you’ll be wise,
And, upon you, all will dote.

This day will be in mind,
Fondly thought of all the time,
As you grow, you will find.
Into our hearts, you’ve climbed!

A little one, dear to our hearts...

Associations

Relationships lead to resentment,
A two part indenture it is,
One milking the other and t
The other coughing it up
Giving a bit of a drama
In the otherwise dull life
One party hungry for comfort,
Seeking appreciation, praise
The other dangerously unaware
Too self absorbed to care?
Parenting is hard work,
Being a offspring harder,
Divvy up the blame, can it be?
There isn’t any solution, ever,
There isn’t an escape either,
Inevitably intertwined, lives are
Worth a weighty ponder now
and again, while on a stroll
under the dim shiny stars
in the dark night sky!

Idyllic

A meadow of grass, so green
A sight to see, so serene,
Of disquiet, there isn’t a trace,
Life moves on at a relaxed pace.

To sit back and breathe in the beauty,
Erase away hardships of daily duty,
A place like this in every life,
And, with happiness, will be rife!

Little, not at all

I want to tell a story,
A little one and her glory,
Little she may look to us,
But, never ceases to impress!

Never a quitter, she will be,
Within us, she forces us to see,
Conformity is not the way to go,
How to live life, she will show.

Hard work she embraced,
She fought on unfazed,
With pure joy, she completed,
And, with cheers, she was greeted.

If only I could do it
To go on and on, never to quit,
I look at her spell bound,
A heroine for myself, today I found.

Baby

A brand new baby
Calls for a celebration
No matter when, where

Waging a war

I lost a battle with anger
I caved in, gave up on it,
The seething rage within
Encompassed me, overwhelmingly.

I give up today trying to win
A battle I brought on myself
Lose my temper did I?
Find it, do I have to?

Physical ravages, I bore,
Ranting and raving, I swore,
Life was on a short fuse,
Then it did happen!

I watch from above,
The fury of flurry below,
Will I be saved from the wrath,
Of my mind, which the body suffers?

Rapture or rupture?

Take me away to paradise,
Where sky shall meet the earth,
The hidden Edens of yore,
Where I can roam unfettered,
Where peace prevails forever,
And quiet holds sway
People reflecting on their past,
Noble lives lived free of regret,
Setting aside segregation.
The elusive Nirvana…
Is there one beyond fantasy?
I spend my life in its pursuit!

In the day’s last light...

In the day’s last light,
As life winds down by and by,
To sleep, the little one loses her fight,
An idyllic calm, she begins to spy.

A moment is all it takes,
The ensuing chaos now reigns,
The delicate balance of life breaks,
Sorrow pours like incessant rains.

Grappling with the loss afterwards,
Lonely and forsaken, she trudged on,
Not looking back to pick up the shards,
Will she ever be able to move on?

Summer

Summer came early,
Blasting the frost away
Summer held strong
Holding spring at bay.

The sights and sounds of summer,
Beginning from July,
The bliss and joy of being,
Even with the rain threatening sky!

The trees stand tall in splendor
Bathed in golden sunshine
Chirping birds do render,
Melodious songs divine.

The ground stays hued
Mottled in shades of green
The brisk breeze gushes,
Sweet smelling, crisp and clean!

State of mind

Monotony of life, it doesn’t budgeThe daily grind, the tedium indeed.
Could get to the nimblest of us,
I have questions, but answers I need,
A theory I seek, one I could use.
Fit it in, so I could, into my creed.
Meanwhile, from this languor, I ask,
Could I be freed?

Succor

I find solace in
A Disconcerting quiet
Will it continue

Not ready

Not ready to give up
on my dreams, abandon
my goals

Swamped as much
I am in the gray pile
of failures

Hold my breath, I shall
gradually resurface
break out from the
dark cold waters below

Precision wasn't my
strong suit
The tries could fail
plunging further
into despair

But I see, a stray ray
of light...

For you, li'l one...

"I like you the most" you declare,
But, others' feelings too you spare,
You are always caring and kind,
Pleasure in little things, you find!

You love to play, play with all,
With your lovely stories, you enthrall,
Your memory of events, beyond compare,
Great in everything, you want to fare.

Growing up, you are so fast,
Beyond toddler-hood, you moved past,
Friendly you always are, to everyone.
You are always ready for fun!

Smart, I see, you are beyond measure,
Your thoughtfulness, we treasure.
The bonds you form are many,
Happiness, in every way, is your company.

May you always be this way,
We will always love you, come what may,
Forever, you will remain, our little one.
The apple of the eye, of everyone!

We miss you, dear li'l niece. Until next time... :)

Unease

Dreading the test of
My grasp of complex topics
Need pacifying

Preoccupied

I am lost today, lost for words,
My thoughts seem to ebb away,
My poems, now, are but shards,
My moods are mostly gray.

A random spark, just one, I seek,
Tough negotiating with my brain,
Life, after all, isn’t for the meek,
So I shan’t let this be my bane.

Can I, in a day, get more hours?
Too many things on my plate,
Way above my head, it towers,
But, one day I know, it will abate.

A haven for earth

Brash and rash, we set out,
For progress, time we devote,
Resources, we slowly deplete,
Thence annihilation will be complete,

Saints we don’t have to be,
Just need to, with an open mind see,
Advancing we say, but are we really?
Consuming indiscriminately, freely.

In the name of process lubrication,
There’s by product of waste creation,
This earth, we do have but one!
Exploitation, alas, can’t be undone!

Enclosure

Fenced in I am by life
A tight one, nary an opening,
Sealed taut and firm, its all over,
Dig out from below, I cant
Not with bare hands, like an escaping convict

Like trapped it feels, under the weights,
Of the vast blue ocean above,
Feeling dark underwater, never to see light,
Gasping for breath, I seem to be,
To the surface I want to rise,

Thus he was burdened, just like another,
With thoughts of disparage,
Appearing to never be any respite!

Idyllic deviation

This is not how I envisioned!
Growing up on a staple diet,
Of happily ever afters.
I hoped to be saturated,
By the love of my family.
I identified myself as fortunate,
To be one among the few.
I wished to have a loving,
A nurturing family.
Life had other plans,
Deviated from dreams,
Family I still have,
A good one on the surface,
Delve deeper to see
The loveless deprivation,
Insecurity gnaws at my heart
And, the hurt speaks out!

A gaze – daze and amaze

A long gaze for me,
Far away into future,
I see what I can be,
My dreams if I nurture.

A long gaze at me,
From the loved one,
That sets me free,
Worries there’ll be none!

Misery

I have to wonder
An avatar of sadness
Is it possible?

What is lonely?

What is lonely?

I seem to love to wallow,
In its pathetic throes,
I seem to think it’s cool
To linger in its woes,

I stand away looking
At the chatter, the crowd,
Move I want to,
But glued to, are my feet
With hulkian strength,
I now slowly take a step,
Mingle I shall today,
Even if its my last breath!

Joyous rejoice

To others it would seem,
I have best of both worlds,
But happiness is just a gleam,
Sadness always, slowly unfolds.

I too have a dream, if I may,
Even if I ain’t one in a million,
Heal the world, I’d like to one day,
Even if I do it, riding pillion.

Full circle, I have come,
Start afresh, back to square one,
It’s a perfect day, I strum,
This joy, how can I shun?

Not my day?

Life seems to have become caustic,
Run far away, can I, from it all?
Sacrifices I make, feel like, in vain,
into any hole, can I just crawl?
I have a hunch, today isn’t my day
I am going to just, sit here and bawl!
that brings me to, do I even have a day?
and, that gets me into a violent squall!

Rambling jabber

Pulsing through the mundane,
Hanging on by the frayed thread,
Awaiting life’s mysteries arcane,
Patient I am mixed with dread!

Weary I am just by living,
A day to the next, is a chore,
Consumed further, by the reliving,
Picking up the shards, a furor.

In these verses, I seek,
An outlet for the maladies,
Through these I try to speak,
Without committing a reprise!

A break I need, don’t we all?
The how of it, is the ordeal.
Of chaos, there is a squall
Life, still continues to appeal?

Wishes smishes

Milestones crossed by one and all,
A bitter sweet day, is it today?
Far from from one and all,
When will distances go away?

A day to cherish, nonetheless!
With love and regards, its full!
Celebrate with fun regardless,
For birthdays are never dull!


Happy birthday to you, you know who you are...

A ray of radiance

As today, unveils, slowly,
Its a day, bright and jolly!
Five glowing candles on the cake,
A special day, of today, you make!

“Awesome” in every way, you are,
Nothing short of a rock star!
Every day, a new landmark,
On your journey, as you embark.

Obedient, you are, in your way
Well thought out, always you say!
Nothing in you, we would modify,
You are just the best, we can’t deny!

Like a ray of sunshine, you dazzle,
Never stumped by any puzzle.
You never cease to amaze,
May you be this way, always!

A birthday to remember, dear little one!
May it be just as much fun!

A wait for the date

Each day just goes so fast,
I turn around and its past.
But to tomorrow I want to hold on,
Five years ago, this day you were born!

Your excitement, beyond compare,
Your love for life, a joyous fare,
We wish you the best in life,
With happiness, may it be rife!

With you, we will celebrate,
Of the day, we patiently await.
With wishes. a lovely spate.
For you, the best we will create!

Happy Birthday, Dear!

Razzmatazz Jazz

A fluent, effortless flow,
Of notes and beats in tow,
The jazz was beyond compare,
A mix, as such quite rare.

A double bass stood tall,
Piano continued to enthrall,
Drums and banjo foot tapping,
Saxophones, left us, for more gasping.

The vocalist was wanting,
Finesse, lack of flaunting,
An evening, it was to remember,
Joy of it, nothing could hamper!

An angel, may I?

One of these days, I shall
Simply lay down supine,
Hands and legs will flail,
Make myself an angel divine.

All the many inches of me,
Impressioned in the snowy terrain,
Back and forth thus I will be,
Until a freeze hits my brain.

A childhood game, commonly
A little too old, am I?
Am I too ungainly?
I wonder, thoughtful and wry.

Incessantly incredible

In amazement, I stop to stare,
At the marvels of nature,
The frail balance of earth,
The cycles it does capture.

The sacred terrain that is
On which we land and lead,
A life that is a miracle,
Beyond imagination indeed.

A birthday to remember...

Birthdays to me are always dear,
Anticipation builds till the day is here,
I always wish it were perfect,
As, joy into it, I try to inject.

Now, as I age, as I get older,
I wonder if I should give it the cold shoulder,
Still, I would like to have it my way,
And, keep it as my special day!

Wishes, I want to have,
Gifts that I can always save,
Nothing fancy, just from the heart,
To make it beautiful, plays its part!

Mistress of my destiny

To grab life by its horns,
To take charge, to control,
My destiny shall be mine,
Not a race, but a peaceful stroll.

This day, I hope to begin,
To live the fullest, not just exist,
For a change, I shall be strong,
And, from joy, I shan’t desist!

I will not wait for the one,
Day, when the pigs will fly,
I shall not wait and watch,
As life slowly passes by!

On my birthday, I shall,
Do all these and more,
Slowly, but surely I will,
To happiness, open the door!

Mellowing

Middle age is but a tease,
Of the life that is to follow,
Running around with ease,
Is not for long, in the morrow.

The joys that are generated,
By the ecstasy of youth.
Now become highly overrated,
And ‘sour grapes’ follow suit.

The meager days that remain,
Prior to the days of grays!
It is now time to entertain,
The adage of aging with grace!

Identical in distinction

Homogeneous bed of white,
Pleasing to the eyes, they were,
A second look, they did invite,
More like a commonplace fare.

An infiltrate then raised its head,
Standing tall amidst them all,
Anomaly, it was inferred,
People stopped to stare, appalled.

A turmoil soon began to broil,
Did they infiltrate bring them shame?
For fame, was their forever toil
With notoriety came the fame!

They embraced it as their own,
Welcomed it to their fold,
The seeds of change thus got sown,
And, born anew, from the old!

Life as I see it

This comes across the miles from a talented photgrapher, poet friend, who sent this along to commemorate the milestone, the big two-five-oh!!!




Sitting in my rocking chair,
With hands on my heart,
I reviewed the life I led,
With evocative thoughts in my head.

Pictures of childhood chums, I see,
Electrical voices, I speak to,
The iPod, now my companion,
Solitary, things I do.

Run I do, the rat race,
Things I do, by the hand of clock,
Work I do, not where my heart is,
Live I do, like the flock.

Forgotten are the rainy days,
When I sit by the window,
Hand in hand, with the person I love,
A hot coffee to share.

Time, I ought to find,
Love, I need to convey,
To let the dear ones
Know that they are one of a kind.



This space awaits (updated to add "and received") a piece from a talented photographer and poet in commemoration of the milestone attained - the big two-five-oh!!

Dedicated

Old love, it has become,
Anything, it can overcome,
Years of togetherness divine,
For the other, heart does pine.

Forever seems too short,
To describe what we've got.
Even if today is just another day,
It is perfect in every way!

Happy Anniversary!!! to us:)

All I need is you...

There shall never be,
A lurch in my step,
All I need is you,
To give me a good grip.

There shall never be,
A frantic fear in my mind,
All I need is you,
To lend a hand with the grind.

There shall never be,
A tear in my eye,
All I need is you,
To steady me, to get by.

There shall only be,
The sweet odor of success,
All I need is you,
To help me under duress.

There shall only be,
A whole lot of love,
All I need is you,
To share, my love!

There shall only be,
A repeat of these years,
All I need is you,
For nine million more years!

On the eve of our anniversary, here is to you, my love!

True love

Milestone year, it soon shall be,
Very much in love, we continue to be,
Almost a decade, flew by like a week,
Each other’s company, we continue to seek!

One more year for those keeping track,
There is nothing in this, that we lack,
As long as we had each other,
Nothing else, was ever a bother.

Jinx it not, I shall by saying,
Just keep going, I will, by praying.
Each new day, is a pleasurable treat,
When together like one, our hearts beat!

Whale

A majestic fin
With shimmering shiny skin
And head deep within

Erstwhile and existing

Long ago were the good old days,
Touted now as the ideal of days,
Are we living in the allure of past?
Or was it great when it did last?

Is progress a double edged sword?
Faulting the convenience we can afford?
Are we too connected for our own good?
Should we go back in time, if we could?

Is there ever a measure of being?
Or from present, are we just fleeing?
Can we compare then to now?
Of a better life now, can we avow?

Teetering on more advancement,
Do we agree on life enhancement?
Or continue, will we, to pass the blame,
Attempting to reverse to, from where we came?


a lot of questions, a barrage of them, but don't have any answers myself :(

Joint Jaunt

Grow old along with me
The best is yet to be
As clichéd as it may sound
does convey something profound.

For tomorrows bring hope,
For betterment, there is scope,
A journey traveled together
Is better; with memories to gather.

Far from lonely twilights,
A companion brings delights,
Camaraderie beyond compare,
Tearing through forlorn despair.

Quaking and Quivering

A big jolt of nature
Toppling life enmasse
Buildings crumble to dust
A faint ribbon of life
Hangs by barely
Zealous human nature
Continues to thrive
Bounce back, one hopes
Every single being will
With empathies in large
And with heavy hearts,
People all over pray
In their minds, are
Sad thoughts of them all!

Risky rink

On the icy streets of life,
Where thin ice patches are rife,
Dodging them needs skill,
A wrong step could end in a spill.

Skating across it barely,
A few falls, I recall sorely.
Can I hold on to the fence?
Especially when it gets intense.

A soft cushion I would like
To protect from the rare pike.
Will I make it through the end?
To get there, I do intend!

Warmth within

Epical cold wave cycles form,
Nibbling away at life around,
Draining away the last bit of warm,
Lifeless quiet all over is found.

Arctic freeze, it seems to be,
Up and down the degrees go
What wouldn’t I give to be
Away from this wintry show!

Hued motley

With whimsical wings,
Flitting and fluttering by,
Myriad monarchs

Welcoming...

Thrilling New Year’s eve
Spectacular in Times Square
Electrifying

High spirits and hopes

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear.
We wait for the beautiful perfect year.

Like the Indian hornbill thirsting for rain,
We continue our anticipation, in vain.

Without letting go of the past, we stagnate,
With bated breath, the future, we await.

Amidst all these, we seem to forget,
Today, the present, is the best we get.

Paradoxically ours…

The New Year snuck in,
Ambushed all resolutions,
Was the past year hideous?
Or are they all this way?

Among those past, so far
Was this the lotus in the mud?
A diamond in the rough –
Was it one, in the making?

With natural course of life,
Meddling minds try to intrude,
The cycle of time continues
Paying no heed to powerless us!

Frivolous diversion

The unfettered joys
Of a late night session,
A group huddled over,
At times, around a table,
Otherwise sprawled over,
In the carpeted floor,
The aged smell of cardboard,
Laden with memories
Of the good old days
of carefree childhood,
the joyous rekindling
of the playtimes of yore,
in this digital age,
a round of board games
brings a welcome change

Dog's tail

I see waste all around,
The papers thrown away,
Each one a nail in the coffin,
Of our earth’s green cover,
Blatantly discarded
Without a paused thought
Weeping within, weakly
I am. Can I change?
The million others?
If I could, I would
Try and whip them in shape
Force them over and over
To turn a new leaf!
Reality is far from it.
And things will go on.
I shed a silent tear
For the meek in me!

A note to you, my dear!

With your words, you astonish,
Is there anything, to you, unknown?
Lovingly, our lapses, you admonish,
We wonder where time has flown!

Math interests you, more than ever,
Geography is your newest delight,
Read, you do, with zealous fervor,
Not to mention, how well you write.

Your artwork never ceases to amaze,
The confident strokes in bold color,
Your gallery puts everyone in a daze,
Splendid, it shone, in its grandeur.

Forever gracious, you are to all,
A great friend, you always are.
As everyone who knows will recall,
Your kindness reaches near and far.

Counting down, as you did,
Braving through midnight hour,
Just then, doubts any, were rid,
Of the goodness this year will shower!