Entreating

Pleaded in prayer

Vital one wasn’t answered
Final forever   

Superable, it is

Invincible, it is not today,
Ways and means are many,
Catch a hold, an iron grip,
Tame it like a Spanish bull.

Matadors are built if steel,
Doctors too aren't any less,
Holding on to dear life are
Riders atop the topsy turvy.

Disable, deform it might,
Subdue, it shan't succeed,
A day will dawn clearly bright,
Rising beyond these pin pricks.

Spooks and Spirits

A collective gasp, precludes,

But eerie silence prevails,

The clichéd pin drop extrudes,

Soon broken by the wails.

The dark silhoutte of ghosts,

Muted cries of the brood,

Surrounded by deep moats,

Danger here, viably brewed.

Ghoulishly forward specters,

Sucking the joyous souls,

Marked and signed as defectors,

All that remained were their howls.

Grandiose verbose

Rambling wasn’t her forte,
Crisp and dry her repartee,
Acting lessons made her stray,
In a tangent, wandering away.

Loquacious, an occupational hazard,
Putting on a false façade,
Bordering on loud and effusive,
Far from her previously pensive.

Not anymore, who she was,
One day, she would take a pause,
For now, frontward to the fore,
Milestones many, she had to explore.

One Single Impression

Museum manifests

A day at the museum,

Exhibition of the past,

Exposition of the art,

Anticipation of future.

Art in its entirety,

Genres of several kind,

Masterpieces of yore,

Mingled among potentials.

Bones and fossils crowd,

The flora and fauna cloud.

Machines from the bygone,

Rudiments of the science.

Voyeurism of life inherent,

Inexorable curiosity  reigns,

Transparent show for posterity,

The cycle of inquisitiveness.

OSI

Framing

In a jiffy, a line is drawn,
Maps are made in closed rooms,
Relationships in a snap, withdrawn,
And, a separate future looms.

Families are broken apart,
All for an arbitrary line,
Fences built, play their part,
With the singular aim to confine.

Creating borders is fairly swift,
Mingling, conversely, daunting.
Rather than at division, be miffed,
Togetherness, shouldn't we be flaunting?

Meager emancipation

A shackled existence I lead,
Tied to my work, I seem to be,
Straight jacketed with deadlines,
Ceasing to persist for none else.

Is there a way out ever?
Am I sealed in an airtight box?
Will I be able to come up for air?
Can I choose to wish it all away?

Pretext I am probably seeking,
to hide behind, so my pathetic
excuse for the life I seem to lead,
doesn't seem so dismal.

Fighter, Survivor, Hero

An accidental fighter
A deliberate survivor,
Chance and destiny
Marched on along.
With determination,
And, mind set strong.
On sights of recovery,
Recovery to the full.
A proud family watches
The quest in elation.
Tears of joy wells
Greeted without restrain
A new birth, life afresh
A voyage to savor.

The subsistence shindig

Life is a carnival of sorts,
To comedy, it resorts,
A journey of its own, is life.
Some peace and a lot of strife.

Is there a purpose to this mess,
At times, amusing I must confess.
Pandemonium continues to ensue,
And, then turmoil begins to brew.

A street party, life is every day,
A cavalcade of joys to sorrows, sleigh.
From sorrows, slowly the joys stem,
And, that is how I remember them.

Qualms, no calm

Can I eat myself to obscurity?
Like the customary caterpillar
Will days in a cocoon then,
Turn me into something else?

Beauty is far from my mind.
Nor colorful transformations.
Seeking the elusive peace,
And for happiness to follow.

Have I not asked for before?
Feeling a sense of déjà vu
Repetitive I have become
Like a broken record, I sound.

Misery

I have to wonder
An avatar of sadness
Is it possible?

Hued motley

With whimsical wings,
Flitting and fluttering by,
Myriad monarchs

Itchy feet

This immense nation
With her brimming gorgeousness
Feeds my wanderlust

Providential

I revel in the strength,
of my talisman's power.
I guard it with my life,
I religiously follow routines.

Is it that powerful,
To guide every step I make?
To it, I attribute success,
to lack of it my failures.

Could it really be,
I am my own power?
Stripped free of charms,
Will I still be me?

Are amulets just a prop,
To stir the dormant self?
The trinkets I lug around,
Are they holding me back?

Should I be reveling, instead,
in me and who I am?
I'd rather not jinx my life,
For the want of luck!

Vivid vivacity

Colorful, like butterflies, flitting by,
Dressed in their dance costumes,
Little ones, with their heads held high,
Their dedication spoke volumes.

With pride, my heart swelled,
Seeing our dear little one there,
Joyous tears, in my eyes, welled,
Looking at her lovely fare.

Murky

Overbearing gray
Descending fog stifles all
Leafless trees in line

Treasured pleasure

Your identity, that is your name,
To fame, it shall be your claim,
The joy in the process, beyond dreams.
Its loved by all, luminous – it gleams.

With bated breath, you were awaited,
Your tiny presence, got us elated!
The thirst of longing for you was sated,
To greatness, you are, one day slated.

Nurture you, we will, as you grow,
With pride and delight, we seem aglow.
Soon, our hopes you will transcend,
Today, with love, all our wishes, we send!

You know who you are, little one!

Home

Opening the door
Fragrance of love wafting by
Home, I have arrived!

Musing

It got me thinking,
How complex things can become,
My life as it is!

Blue rain

Bright and shiny sun
Dreary and overcast sky
Mix to pour, blue rain