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.

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.

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.  

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

 

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?

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.

Tag, tag my way...

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• Thank and link to the amazing person who nominated you.
• List the rules and display the award.
• Share seven facts about yourself.
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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

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.

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.

 

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.

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.

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.

 

 

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.

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.

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.

Fragments...

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.

Inscription

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.

Possessor

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.

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.

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.