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