Friday, August 28, 2015


Flowers arranged
In beauty
In joy
In hopes
In expectations
In welcome
In pride
Flowers symbolic
Of expression of ecstasy
Of shedding the past
Of embracing the future

Wednesday, August 26, 2015


One of those days it is
Where nothing goes my way
Churn out poetry I try
But dinged and dissed I get
Rejected by stalwarts
Reviewed and ignored
My writing never made
A mark, in their world
Heartbroken, I continue
Scripting. More drivel?
Words come easier now
But accolades shall never.

In the news

Menacing the trends
The slump continued
Unprecedented levels
To downward milieu
Models and resolves
Unravel shabbily
Money turns hands
Quickly, craftily
Rampant are setbacks
The unfulfilled dreams
Money talks the talk
Brings out human extremes
The ups and the downs
Aren’t easy to stomach
All  hunky dory, at rallies
But not so much at plummet
All and sundry claim
Their share of the pot
Experts and laymen
With their pain are wrought
The vagaries of nature
Is well applied here
All the stochastic motions
Begin to now appear
The laws of the finance
Of capitalistic market
Stands out unscathed
While goes on – this racket.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Nostalgic melancholy

I come back, here again
I wander far, but I go back
This place is welcoming
Within, time stands still
Musty the smells are within
Floors been walked on
Overflowing with things
Stuffed to the gills with belonging
Generosity lies inside the doors
Aging gracefully the structure
Brimming still with souvenirs
Of the many past decades
Once, a shiny new build,
Now a museum of sorts
Collecting dust among others
Time flies, but is rooted


Parallels I draw between
His accomplished life
And my transient shambles
Something calls out
A borrowed family
None to call one’s own?
Compensation for loneliness
Are the acquired things
That money begets
Choices were they?
Or plain ol’ destiny
Shackling him
The point of no return
No escape
When here, its final

Saturday, August 22, 2015


As I listen, I am reactionless
Within I shake my head
In disagreement, I think
I am unsure of it, myself
Conversations are beautiful
I participate meekly
I never voice out strongly
But I nibble aplenty
Wallflower, I no longer am
Small talk comes easy
Social chatting my forte
But it never was this way
Get on my nerves some do
I control myself with élan
Some I blast out amply
Then brood a while in regret

Friday, August 21, 2015

Off you go... yet again

The ding of the ringing bells
Woke me up from my reverie
Sweaty palms and parched lips
Put an end to any revelry
Dreams, no, nightmares
Plagues all of yesterday
An apprehensive optimism
For it was ‘back to school’ day
Books and pens, my first love
Armed with thirst for knowledge
Like New Year’s resolutions
Many things today, I pledge
The first week flies by
Reconnecting rediscovering
Then begins the hard work
And at the teachers’ cowering
Days go by in rapid pace
The its time to test
Hours as I pore over my books
I meekly let out a protest
The realization sinks in
The teachers stand firm
Gently guiding the astray
With pride, your work, affirm
And, it is all over
Times to say goodbye
But one things stand out
The strong bonds of an ally.

Train tales

I am left with the shake
The aftermath of a locomotion
The big beast of burden
Just whizzed by this station
Like rooted in time, I stand
Unable to process it all
If not pulled away
I could stay till nightfall
The 70 coaches fly past me
he passengers waved and smiled
I soaked it all in with feeling
For after all I was a railway child.
The hustle of the world
For all of five minutes
Embarking of its journey
The lifting of my spirits
Snaking away slowly
Way past my line of sight
I am left pondering
At my lonely plight
Goodbyes are hard
But its only until next time
Then a cheery hello
Such is, of life, the clime.
Photo credit: Douglas Salisbury (through Imaginary Garden with Real Toads)

Lost in thought

By the side of the river
The silver meander
I walk, lost in thought
To refresh renew and repair
The chirping of the birds
The slow swaying of trees
The lush green beneath me
And the blissful breeze
A perfect picture they paint
I, however, am rooted within
I look inside my heart
Oblivious to the worlds’ spin

Thursday, August 20, 2015


A nasty itch began
Eyes twitched and teared
Runny was the nose
It was just what I feared
I knelt down in despair
A silent cry I gave
There it goes again
The ills I have to bear
Trigger what was it by
I began to ponder
And, then I faintly heard
A very distinct purr.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Summer days

In the last leg of the day
From summer of this year
Is the crisp warm evening sky
That will soon disappear.
Rituals of the warmth
Imminently to be replaced
In respect of the freeze
With cold, as days are laced.
As it had often been done,
A hop and a skip outside
Shall be a thing of the past
As, nervously  are huddled inside.
A lucky show of the sun
A shy sunny day, in between
The critters come out to play
And, nature does her preen
Seasons are a friend to all
Like shopkeepers doling out treats
The cycle slowly moves forward
We see our share of repeats

Tuesday, August 18, 2015


There’s no other locution
Used more often
Reminiscing or speculating
Vocal or written
Life without regrets
Utopian at the least
But the joy it begets
Aspired and beseeched

if only.. translated

If only I did
If only I could
If only it were
If only he would
The hapless sighs
And the lost hopes
The wishful eyes
And incessant hopes



Sunday, August 16, 2015

Be you, be cursed

He just throws them
Like that
Belittling, trivializing
Words, sharper than sword
Churning in her mind
They wound her
Pecking away joy
Like a woodchuck
Until the final blow
Striking her down
Negativity cultivated
Cursed by all
From maternal
The heritage, ancestry
Spewed forth
The melancholy, he permeates
To his loved ones
The most loved
Word, with words, he strikes
Forever, mired in such
resentment. Be you, be cursed

Monday, August 10, 2015

The far away gaze ...

Into the horizon she gazed
Amidst the chaotic crowd
Transported to eons away
As for answers she scoured.
Burdens of thought pervaded
Not a moment of respite
There are lives to be saved
Not a day of plain old trite.
Amid the race to cure
There’s the other side
Responsibilities to kinfolk
That she needed to abide.
She was bound for prominence
Mundane life tied her down
Though pale in comparisons
In banality, she started to drown.
Untethered should have soared
Instead against the currents swims
Life is nothing, if not strange
Upheavals are created in a whim.
A sort of a tribute ... you know who you are ...

Thursday, August 6, 2015


Half-baked lines
float around
I write one down
And blanks abound
A word stands out
I rush to make a verse
Stubbornly it resists
And, I take a recourse
Books and pens I buy
Dreaming a fresh start
But a few pages into
Nothing stands apart
I move my place
From work and home
Even a bookstore once
Thoughts continue to roam
Not a chance I have
To see through my dream
Of filling up my rhymes
In papers by the ream

Wednesday, August 5, 2015


Addicted, I am to the thoughts
To the concept of suffering
Defiantly I resist all relief
Not to let go of the misery
In the filthy pool of self-pity
I wallow incessantly
I wait for the wave of tears
Between now and nether
Ridden in the guilt of joy
I refrain from the happy
Addicted I am to the pain
The soul wrenching kind