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.