Thursday, April 16, 2015

A science poem

Atoms and molecules
Are the building blocks
Holding together they
Are of the earth’s stocks.

Combining in ways,
Beyond human’s claims
They get bent in shape
To fulfills its many frames

Anything that exists
Does so, just because
Mushrooming together
Atoms got on the cause

90 naturally and 25 more
Just that few, we wonder
If they are matter,
from atom they occur

Tuesday, April 14, 2015


Honestly I led my life
Righteous path followed
Harsh was the return I faced
When I entered the hallowed

‘Why’’ I now begin to ask
Did I not sway or stray
Why are the good guys
Always the ones to pay

Isn’t there the universe
Keeping the clich├ęd tally
Aren’t the debauched
Meant to suffer their folly.

Monday, April 13, 2015


A wallflower is what I see
When I think of me
In my childish mind,
There isn’t another way to be
Blend in, I was told
A lesson reinforced
Never to stand out,
Moderation was enforced.
Now, leading my own
I don’t snap out of it
Living in hesitancy
I scarcely subsist

Sunday, April 12, 2015


Life, as I know, is broken
Without a means to mend

Days go on just a token
No joy to nurture or tend

Dull and gray everything seems
Without a hope to clutch on

Not a ray of bright gleams
Nor hopes of a dazzling dawn

Saturday, April 11, 2015


The wait has been long
For the hues to burst out
The pinks and the pastels
Are delayed beyond doubt

Holding to its last leg
The toothless frigid frost
Let go, if it doesn’t
Our spring could be lost

Winter and summer alone
Cannot hold the balance
The moderates play their part
Even if there isn’t valiance

Friday, April 10, 2015

How I wish to write

Words, they elude me,
But I chase them down
Then I set them free,
To take a life of their own

Verses I pen many,
Just for the love of them
But I do have an envy
For the impactful poem

I wish and sigh
And sit down to write
I will continue to try
Till I get it right

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Occupation action

Setting out at oh-dark o’clock
Many a hour, I daily log,
Sitting for long amidst machines,
To the outcome, they are the means.
In a paper forest, I subsist
Figures are all that exist
Spreadsheets come in handy,
Reports, I make them dandy.
Formulae are copious in numbers
Volume in billions, no encumbers
Though all that matters is speed,
Accuracy is a pressing need.
Tickers and trades roll by
With regulations to comply,
The closing bell now has rung,
But I am far from being done.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015


Flimsy were his excuses,
All options were rebuffed,
Futile were the reassurances,
As he walked off in a huff.
Tense the scene seemed,
As more tantrums thrown,
His little world fell apart,
Signs of hunger were shown.
A hearty meal was had,
All was well once more,
There were still some things
He needed his mommy for.

A dare poem

As meek as I am
I am up for a dare,
Never the one to miss
No matter how I fare
This month of spring,
A deadline I have set
To slow down, to pause,
Of little things not fret
The venture to brave
To triumph over fear
To embrace the water
In swimming persevere
For across from the dread
is everything I desire

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Sunshine and strawhats

Temperatures aren’t in the teens
Days aren’t short nor light scarce
Frigidly, the months aren’t spent
Plans, the blizzards don’t thwart
Hues of nature, aren’t many
Crisply chill, mornings aren’t
Leaves aren’t falling in hordes,
Skies don’t bring out torrents.
On the other hand …
Longing, basking is done,
Pools and beaches swarmed
Heat is all that’s around
The occasional day is stormed.

Break up

She poured her heart out,
Vilely she wanted to let it out,
All the pent up emotions,
She just wanted to spout.
He stood in callous calm
Her cries weren’t heard,
Moved on, he had for long,
A sense of loss never occurred.
A sad ending imminent,
As they went their ways,
She had never been his,
He never let go his space.
She had held on to him
He was her first love
Patiently she waited
Is spite of his heartless shove
It was time, she  knew,
Her heart would never mend,
Though love begot hate,
Not a thing would she amend.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Venerable vegetable

A stroll in my garden,
Past the lush and lively beds
The sustenance of humans
The greens and the reds.

Flowers bloom as they do,
But what makes me glad,
Is the freshest of produce
The healthiest of spreads.

Bell peppers and tomatoes
Lettuce, Spinach and beans,
There?s Zucchini and squash
And pumpkin in the scenes.

Okra in bunches stand tall
Eggplant shows its hue
Radishes in white and red
Beets and berries in blue.

Varied in shapes they are
With the seasons, they grow
Sized in miniature to large,
Their grandeur they show.

A day I overlook their care
They shrivel and give out,
A little love and warmth
In leaps and bounds, sprout

Saturday, April 4, 2015

A departure poem

A departure from routine
I sought for long

When the day was here,
I was forlorn

All I had wanted was to
Lay in peace

But worrying about life, I
Wasn't able to cease

With a burden of thoughts
I left home

A new land, far away, I
aimed to roam

In a few days, I returned
To my domain

The yearning for a holiday
does not wane.

Friday, April 3, 2015

A machine poem

I dream of laying
Under the clear blue sky
Opening the blinds
I stay put, wonder why
Lodged between the
Couch and the chair
The TV and the PC
Causing technology wear
Mechanical, life is now
Dulling the general pace
Paying the huge price
My entire being is debased

Thursday, April 2, 2015


My door shall not open
You have to stop with the chivy
My space is just mine
No one shall be privy
Mysteries may lie within
That need no elucidation
I can have my skeletons
You daren't seek justification.
There shall be no interference
My life is mine to lead
Curiosity is an innate fetish
But yours, I refuse to feed.

Glitter and gleam

The roof of my room
Gets blown away
As I get to slumber
Glimmers come my way
I gaze in rapt attention
At the gray black skies
They seem to send a message
Of twinkle, in the guise.
I pick out the clusters
I join up some shapes
Amidst the fullness
I see all the gapes.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Resist no more

Fly, soar, in the vast skies,
Shedding the shackles
Sans inhibitions
A recurrent dream of mine

Bogged down by the
Insurmountable weights
Of the daily drudge

Gravity pulls me down
While I irrationally gravitate
Toward the utopian paradise

The urge to run amok
In unbridled joy
Overbearing in its charm

The perfect moment
When I shall be free
A defiant chase toward
Resisting the routine

Fatuous fright

I frisk and frolic in oblivious disarray
Ablaze in the irresponsibility of youth
Deep within lies the fear of aging
Concealed well, though are its signs
Rabid in the horror of the fated
The imminent fallacy of being dated
In the present not deemed to be
Beyond the brooding, unable to see