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!