Wednesday, February 19, 2014


Nature’s insatiable desire,
Toward the ultimate equilibrium,
The delicate thread holds on
The massive sense of balance.
All the man made contraptions,
Prostrate before her raw power,
The feral urges she fosters,
To drive in the ignored lessons.
Not a shred of remorse,
The humans seem to show,
A day will come, not far,
Knowing will dawn on them.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014


For now, awash in white,
The entire land awaits,
A slippery slew will follow,
Until the melt-away floods.
As far as eyes can see,
A fair pallid encompasses,
The grass is no longer green
And roads have lost their gray.
Piled up, everywhere around,
Mountain loads of snow,
Winter wonderland of yore?
Or is it arctic of the future?
Navigating through these,
Feel like amidst glaciers,
Could very well swap shoes,
For a pair of well oiled skis.
One of these days will happen,
Discovering what lies beneath,
Spring will unravel it all,
Along with unbridled joys.

Monday, February 17, 2014

Contiguous ambiguity

I plan for the morrow,
Without knowing in certainty,
If time, I have enough to borrow,
Or succumb, will I to adversity?
The dreaded moment, there is,
Comes with no premonition,
Things may not seem amiss,
Still comes the final transition.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Shoring up smugness

Nurturing comes easy to me,
Is there any other way to be?
Loving without restraining I do,
In likeability, I pull the coup.
Like the honey to the bee,
They all flock to be with me,
Clichéd as it may sound,
With pride, my heart is abound.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Prominence, in anonymity

I seek to emulate the greats,
Rub off on me, I hope, their traits,
Sharing some Longfellow tastes,
Dickinson, Whitman and Frost's days.

Walking into their hallowed homes,
Breathing in the smell of their tomes,
Pacing by the desks of oaken,
The air is filled with words unspoken.

I close my eyes and take it in,
In the turmoil, of where I begin,
I harbor no mammoth ambition,
Humbly, I set out on a poetic mission.

Solitude and sanity

A boisterous crowd,
Cracking up in unison,
Bubbling over in laughter,
Smiling in excess.
Unknown to each other,
Began the hesitant hello,
Within a couple of hours on,
Had all gelled well into one.
Heads throbbing with sound,
Ears reverberating with rings,
Moved on away from it all
A haven, in splendid isolation.

Friday, February 7, 2014

Pursuit of repute

With a fine sense of balance,
Not missing the bucolic essence,
Synergetic hats openly donned,
Eyes set on gold silver and bronze.
Quitting is not an alternative ,
Pushing to the limits, the motive.
Daring to live on the edge,
Potentially jumping off the ledge.
Inspiring others are the former greats,
Pushing, pulling and throwing weights,
Tiptoeing, twirling and springing high  
Towards excellence, as they vie.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Lettering on the sly


time at work,
Writing verses on the lurk,
I embrace my poetry bug
Sustaining it may become a tug.
Facilitating it, are aspects,
Of life and its usual suspects,
Strands of words together,
Many revisions, they weather.
No matter what the throe,
Whatever plans may throw,
Wherever I am sent,
To write on, is my intent.
States and countries don’t matter
Verses are never a smatter
Writings  always my reprieve,
Pictures in words, as I weave.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Laced in poise

Gifts to each other was trite,
But the thought behind, just right.
Years haven’t ebbed the joy,
Low key is just a meticulous ploy.
Life begins to fill up with platitudes,
Ventilated, it gets by fresh attitudes.
Every moment launches itself anew,
Toward content comfort, gets skewed.
The day may feel like any other,
There's no way else to want it rather.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Hark back

A little girl, I cowered in fear,
Everyday was spent in high gear,
Await as I did for a pat on my back,
All I got was oodles of flak.

Pathetic as it may sound now,
Lessons from it, I learned to plow,
Harden me for life, it did not,
Delicately, for affection, I sought.

Scarred, others may take me to be,
Childhood, to return to, I am free.
Every day, is a turn of the page,
Everything, time will assuage.

Escape, I do into my own world,
Hoping that as events unfurled,
I shall have my share of stars,
Though sprinkled with battle scars.

Cherished consort

I sit in my corner,
In awe of my charmer,
The love is stronger than ever,
The bonds shall never sever.

Watching in love and joy,
As I turn away, feeling coy,
Words, now, feel overrated,
In silence, thoughts translated.

Blended in unison, forever,
Hand in hand, in every endeavor,
Facing ups and downs, in candor,
As we, through life, meander.

Beyond chums

Friendships blossom and bloom,
Days and hours they consume,
Old memories are exhumed,
Laughter left off, resumes.

Childhood BFFs stay that way,
Age doesn’t dim the cliché.
Toward each other, they sway
Miles between them fade away.

No matter where life leads,
Into joy, friendship feeds,
contentment also it breeds,
Fulfills even unknown needs.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Tryst amidst turmoil

Agitated, whenever I feel,
Colors are always calming,
The store beckoned to me,
Mysteriously patterned and hued.

Shelves lined with yards of reds,
Fragrant candles waft along,
Carved into beauty many a box,
Glittering décor strewn around.

Minutes can turn into hours,
With a pick of the random
A trinket that's filled with hope,
And heart serenaded with peace.

I wondered why it was so,
Not once but every time,
This happens to be the outcome,
Then today, it dawned on me.

It wasn't the materials within,
Rather the transportation sense
Takes me to times serene,
That's nowhere else to be seen.

Casual chronicle

Trains do this to me,
I watch detachedly

I see a house there afar,
A silhouette in the window ajar,

I create him, in my words
In bits and pieces and blurbs

Wrapping up my made up tale
Making it all smooth sail

As the train chugs by
I close my eyes and sigh

I think of thoughts trite
Biographies of strangers, I wish to write