Dawdling

Two geese crossing the road,
Intrusion of civilization?
Or union with nature?
The unhurried pace in tandem,
The cars wait, some honking.

A step, one after another,
Not a care in the world,
No place they need to be,
No concept of time, there is.

Uncorrupted by thoughts,
Without a sense of urgency,
Just the imminent task.

Can we get there one day?
Where contentment rules?

Once touched by goals,
We don’t stop to see!

Are we better off as animals?

Exams!!

Over these books, I pore,
The sweet sights out I ignore,
Spring from my life disappeared,
Exams were always just as I feared,
Practicing the numerous techniques,
Reading those pages for weeks,
Come summer and I will be done,
Until, of course, the next one!!

From a little one's mouth

Can we draw the equator,
Through where we want?
Would that mean the creator
Can be changed on demand?

Can there be reversal of time?
Reverse chronology in place?
Old man to a baby to nothing,
Kids never cease to amaze!

What if I am nocturnal?
Can I sleep during the day?
Kindergarten can wait for me
I will have it my way!

From pilot to a cook, they go,
In a minute, into the future,
Anything they can pretend to be,
That’s just their nature.

Recital

Diminished, she felt in stature,
Amidst the great poets present,
She held her breath and the rolled up poem,
And waited patiently for her turn.

Being introduced, as they did,
Was a blessing and a curse,
Striding up the stairs, there she was,
Out flew her courage and her notes.

Persevering, trudged up,
A deep breath and she began,
The outcome was dazzling,
She walked away with relief and the award!

Repeated routines

Every Wednesday I write,
A poem flirting with the words,
I make up a ploy, new each week,
To, it then I add some rhyme chords!

Every Wednesday I wait,
For the prompt of the week,
Desiring to create a stunning piece,
In my own style, I hope is unique.

Every Wednesday, I enjoy,
The entire literary process,
Of great works from others,
And in it, my own I assess!

Soaring

Prompt: ReadWritePoem

Feet up in the air,
Ground fading away,
The sense of freedom,
With the heart in the stomach,
Up, up and away,
As they rise higher,
Round they go again,
For the thrill of a lifetime.

Isn’t life like that?
Every passing day,
Each decision we make,
Of the consequence we face,
We move away, far,
From familiar grounds,
The sold home we leave
With feet dangling in the air,
All of this for what?
The thrill of a lifetime!

One more time...

Here I go again,
Challenging my brain,
Risking repetition,
Of previous rendition,
Loving the dare,
Of commitments, aware
For the love of rhyme,
NaPoWriMo, one more time!

(you know who you are, thank you always for your wonderful support)

Threshold

Celebrate, as we did,
Our holy matrimony,
Together every step,
we then pledged!
As we enter into
The symbolic threshold,
That was how it was,
And, today years later,
That is still how it is!

(the blur is the effect of lack of a pic handy and lack of a camera handy, and an attempt with the phone, blog friendly being the focus, so not sure if it does serve the tag, but it is a pic of the 'grihapravesam')

Indenture

Life is but a loan,
Contracted with the one,
The years that you own,
Have effects to be borne.

You sign the contract,
Unbeknown to all,
Each day is an extract,
From the infinite scroll.

Every day is a fresh page,
Written from scratch,
You are left to do damage,
Or of it make the patch.

At the end of the pact,
It remains yet unknown,
Continuing with abstract,
For none is ever shown.

Spring Sprung

Something is in the air,
Probably spring is on its fare,
Respite from the winter despair,
Interesting sights to share,
Nature is in her colorful attire,
Gardens bloom in full flair.

Seasons change, come and go,
Part of life, along with it will grow,
Refreshing changes, it brings in tow,
Undone, at times, by men, although,
Nature fights to keep the flow,
Glorious outcomes for her to show.

Reclusive

In solitude, he found peace,
Crowds brought him unease,
To that, he went to great lengths,
Affability wasn’t his strengths.

He avoided people like plague,
His words, always quite vague,
His avertive eyes, never met another,
People, soon of him, didn’t bother.

Into his world, I try to peer,
Maybe he is just austere,
Introverted, is just a quality,
Why show him this inequality?

Versify

A knack for rhyme,
Do I possess?
Topics varied with time,
As events I assess.

Quality not quantity,
I aspire,
Milestones I crush,
For it, I perspire.

Poets Who Blog: Day One of NPM, 2009

Poets Who Blog: Day One of NPM, 2009

A drop in the ocean

Sitting in the dark, I wonder,
Will it be of help? I ponder,
The message is out, loud and clear,
But, is it as bad as we fear?

My little part, that I play,
Accumulate, it will, day by day,
Leave it behind, as my legacy,
Not just rely on others' mercy.

As I observed the earth hour,
The neighborhood, I did scour,
There are others who believe,
Actions will provide the reprieve.

Cliched

Image source: Poefusion

Love is seeking and finds,
Love is direct, at times winds,
Love is earnest as is flippant,
Love is reactive and is planned.

Love comes layered and in bulk,
Love makes you savor and sulk,
Love, in it, you stumble and regain,
Love is tender, with some pain.

Love is elusive and brazen,
Love can slow, or hasten,
Love brings tears and joy!
Love, sure is complex, oh! boy!

For posterity

Of the burden, we carry,
Of issues, we must be wary,
Our children pay the price,
Now ways we must devise.

Ubiquitous in its presence,
Organic - of natural essence,
Green is the new goal,
Of course, there is the toll!

Being green needs prudence,
People, so, are on the fence,
Evaluate one must prior,
Else it could lead to dire!

On man can indeed,
when actions, of speech precede,
Our world in its splendor,
is one to our children, we render!

Adieu

Parted she has from childhood days,

Said good goodbye to the carefree ways,

Taken leave of nimble bodies,

Farewell to all the things the world embodies!

Alphas abound

Alphabets, ingredients of this verse,
Building blocks, I use to converse,
A writer I hope maybe I will become,
To words, one day, I may succumb.

Artist, I have always wanted to be,
Though maybe I do have creativity,
If only I could paint, I often sigh,
Create a masterpiece, my! Oh! My!

Anecdotes or yarns, I love to read,
To its pleasure, I myself cede,
Knowledgeable pastime it is indeed,
And, my curiosity it does feed.

Ancestry defines where I come from,
Family helps in who I become,
Friends belong to the extended kind,
With them, you make it through the grind.

Average, I think is the way to go,
Moderation, a trait, one should show,
Neither of the extremes I hope to be,
But the top may not be that bad for me!

Anonymity, very much a mixed bag,
Normalcy along with it, will tag,
Fame at times can be a can of worms,
Notoriety has totally different terms.

Arrangements bring order and organization,
Contentment is a great sensation,
A place for everything and everything in it,
Too often though, I deviate from it.

Architecture to accounting, its been a ride,
Structures and numbers in its stride,
Engineering can be of many a style,
To understand that, it did take a while.

Analysis, whichever way it is defined,
To investigation, it needn’t be confined,
I end up doing a little too much,
I know and have been told as such.

America- United States of, rings a bell,
A vast nation where I currently dwell,
Among the diverse, I do belong,
A feel of home here, would I prolong?

More ‘A’s here, not to be outdone,
My name and that of my loved one,
A tag prompted by someone I admire,
To continue to write, she does inspire.

Across the miles

Like a brother, he has become,
The one, with whom I kid around,
Lot of good times and then some,
Mutual respect between us abound.

Today is a day to celebrate,
The day dawned bright and clear,
Wishes flow in, in a spate,
Sending him a lot of good cheer.

An year older and wiser,
Feet firmly on the ground,
Today is so much nicer,
Just 'coz he is around!

You know who you are, Happy B'day!:)

Her calling

Lost in thought, on a lazy afternoon,
Her recent past flashed by then,
Seemed like time went by, just too soon,
Scooting by were her unfulfilled yen.

Cajoling herself out of day-dream,
She wondered, if she was a recluse,
Awakened from the stupor by a scream,
Tempering him became her excuse.

Dashing up to the source of cry,
Unevadeable responsibilities in her tow,
Picking him up, nimble and spry,
For she was a mother now!

She loved his every little freckle,
Smothered by loving pecks, she was,
Her life now had become a speckle,
Of little milestones and a lot of pause!

Ruminations

Here I go again, on a ramble.
Going about things, in a scramble,
Snow is here, all around in ample,
A blizzard, we get to sample.

It was Mother Nature’s revenge,
For a gorgeous summer, she tries to avenge,
Weather is, these days, certainly strange,
Winter to spring, all in the range.

A Genuine respect for nature,
Love for earth, one should nurture,
The delicate balance needs a suture,
For our land is growing an aperture.

Time flies...

Its that time of the year again,
An extra digit to my age I gain,
This day, I hope shall be perfect,
Memories along the way I collect.

If I had my way today,
Morning sun would shine away,
The best of seasons would appear,
And, all I love would be near.

Dreams aside, move in reality,
I seek a change from normality,
A day to celebrate, a day for me,
A day I hope, happy I can be.

Lady legacy

On an impulse, she decides,
Risking her all, she goes,
She takes failure in her strides,
This life for her, she now chose.

Single-handedly she marches,
Challenges, aside she shoves,
Her life path that arches,
For the one thing, she loves.

Now candid, in her admission,
Of the many, she did rout,
As she carried on her vision,
In a man’s world she set out.

Looking back in time, she sits,
Age in grace, now she has,
Legacies, she slowly revisits,
Lacking never, the pizazz!

Ramble

Economy in disarray,
The common man will pay,
In history books, will rabble,
Validate - only time will able.

Leaders seek validation,
Disarraying many a nation,
Rabbles out in throes,
Seeking solace for woes.

Trying times exist,
From rabbling, we must desist,
Disarrayed state of affairs,
Validating our despairs.

The day...

Just another day, it shouldn't be,
A party, celebration & confetti maybe,
Tout to all, love will never crumple,
Evidence of it, of course, is ample.

Ups and downs are part of the curve,
Never waver and never to lose your nerve,
Happiness, in abundance to elicit,
Contentment shall never be illicit.

Just another day, it has become,
Growing old together, whatever may come,
Years gone, years to look forward,
Life well lived, is the best reward.

History made

The day after is just another,
Memories as they try to gather,
People in their trek back home,
Of momentous, it was an epitome.

Humbled he stood, in their amidst,
Love and respect from people persist,
Festive mood is slowly fading,
Resolve, however, is pervading.

His message delivered in cadence,
Solemn, but deep and intense,
Nothing short of historic,
The day was plain meteoric!

Reflection

Looking back at the year past,
Memories, for a lifetime will last,
A new home, fingers crossed,
Starting fresh, in it time slowly passed.

Success were few, failures more,
Some events in the year, were quite sore,
Time spent with family and friends,
For everything else, that makes amends.

Visitors at home, were quite a few,
On a few trips, we traveled too,
Life can never be a balance sheet,
One thing that it can be is bitter sweet.

Years later, when I will look back,
Will this be a year, that I will keep track?
Memory is short and so is life,
Of such years, life will be rife!

Train travel travails

Inside the train, snaking through,
Valleys and gorges and over bridges,
Time moves, as if in a standstill,
I see others, but I feel detached.

As dusk falls, the lights are out,
The homes lining the tracks light up,
Children running back to their homes,
Lamps are lighted outside in prayers.

I watch from inside, as if unaffected,
Slowly, I see life passing by along,
Routines are kept up, in the outside,
I however break mine for this journey

Diaspora within is a dispersion,
Floating population, varied destination
For a brief moment, these lives merge
The disparate travails of travel abound.

Holiday greens

Holidays are here, to celebrate,
Over the lights, my eyes wander,
Economy this year, will dictate,
Balancing by thrift, the squander.

Anything down has a way up,
Patience it demands in such times,
Splurge with kindness and you'll triumph,
Setting aside nickels and dimes.

These are times to stay upbeat,
To maintain and to nurture,
Onward with optimism, not retreat,
With all hopes for a bright future.

Cheery insights

Surrender to the joys abound,
Relish the sights to see,
Hear the melody all around,
Remember to laugh with glee,
Recollect memories that astound,
Treasure all these, that are free!

Home and back

A visit back home,
Bitter sweet in review,
Homes to visit, time to roam,
Family are all over are strew.

Home is forgiving,
Sympathetic and magnanimous,
Consoling any misgiving,
the feeling is unanimous.

One drifts away, far off,
Patiently, but home awaits,
Warding away one's scoff,
Forever open are her gates.

This little one

This little one, today, I behold,
A connection, unspoken, untold,
In her, I see my own, my old,
A friendship, I seek to uphold.

For her, to all I beseech,
Hold her, to stars as she'll reach,
Learn, she will from all I teach,
Act, she will, defying speech.

To God, on this day, I implore,
One, who everyone around will adore,
Carry her, on her way to explore,
Pearls of wisdom - safe in her store.

Today, in her beautiful presence,
Just soaking in her sweet essence,
Bathed in contentment, immense,
Any doubts today, will dispense.

Growing old, I will see her grow,
A great life to her, I'll bestow,
March ahead, she will, others in tow,
She is the best, I know, I just know!

Obscure verse

In the sandy river bed,
Unseen by eye, undisturbed,
Soft and smooth pebbles abound,
Untouched and not yet found.

This vagrant piece of paper,
Words floating, almost vapor,
Creation born to remain unread,
And, no praise on it showered.

A rhyme - the best that was,
The only one with no flaws,
Perfection, if ever there's one,
But, Alas! A pity, seen by none.

Aweary

Men tire, growing weary,
Matters dire, eyes bleary.

Turbulence and turmoil

The markets all over are thrashed.
Effortlessly records too are smashed.
Economy is in a spiraling whorl,
Vindictive blows, it does hurl.

Let things be and take its course,
Intervene and it could break the bourse,
Deliberate long and discuss hard,
Nourish the depleted and the ones scarred.

Many a giants have dissolved,
Zest weaken and guilt unabsolved,
A few trinkets are all that is left,
Life ceases as people leave bereft.

Laud the torn tome!

Onto being shredded into tatters,
taking along with it, nothing that matters,
Selflessly giving away all that was,
Letting itself go for a noble cause.

This book in its heydays, imparted,
Forays into territories previously uncharted,
Many a hungry mind was satiated,
Setting foot where others, to tread, feared.

One of mankind's greatest discovery,
Aiding socities on their way to recovery,
A chronicle of countless past glories,
Manuscripts with scores of sorry stories.

Here's to the unassuming tome,
Patiently through it, as one does comb,
Every volume is a rousing find,
Stimulating indeed to the human mind.

Wall Street Woes

Tumbling debacle,
Followed again by rally,
Wall Street in blame game

Mind of mine

Listening to the color of my mind,
As I wind down, after the daily grind,
It speaks to me in colorful hues,
Sometimes, it acts as my muse.

My mind seems to have a mind of its own,
Over it, I don't reign, nor do I own,
Letting my imaginations run wild,
Taking care to not get it riled.

Listening to the color of my mind,
As I wind down, after the daily grind.

Tide a time...

Monday Mural







Are we in fact in a time warp?
"There is no time, we do harp?
Can we really distort time?
Is twisting time really a crime?

What do we make of it today?
For irreverence we do pay,
Any minute saved, is a gain,
Waste it and we will be in pain.

The wait for time is long drawn,
Its here now and now its gone,
Now is this moment, this instant,
Future is far away and distant.

Father time is growing old,
Branching out, we are told,
Time waits for not a soul,
Churning, it continues to roll!

Happy Onam!

Flowers and feast,
to say the least,
Festivity galore,
Prosperity in store.

Traditions abound,
Contemporary found,
Culture prevails,
Convenience entails.

Expansive celebration,
Elaborate preparation,
Embrace the new,
To the old, stay true.

The time is auspicious,
And harvest propitious,
Continues to enthrall,
Good wishes to all!

Deliberate dialogue

"What, oh, what, do I do?"
I asked with a huge sigh,
"One after another problems anew,
Life moves a step toward awry."

"Why do you take on worries?
What is that you dread?
Days go by, time just scurries,
Take life by the moment", he said.

"I have no one to blame but me",
I said on the verge of tears.
He consoled me, "better it will be,
Once you overcome your fears."

A distraction, a hiatus is what I seek
From the monotony of the routines,
Carrying on I am, like a meek,
Mechanically, like the machines.

Talking to him, changes things,
To cheer me up, he goes to any length.
Talking to him, my fears take wings,
For, he is my pillar of strength!

Mystical Maiden

Monday Mural

Glowing
Shining
Preening
Leaning
She has a slight glowing shining look
Standing in a preening, leaning crook.

Vacation!

Desperate for a vacation,
I am off to tropical nation,
Time will slowly lapse,
On the chair, as I collapse,
Away from all the stress,
Taking a little recess,
Bitten by the travel bug,
Off I go, with a bag to lug!

Olympics

It is an essential part of life,
This glorious game of sport,
Harmonious and absent of strife,
It is an essential part of life,
Catnaps and quick bites are rife,
Sourness is disagreeable & is thwart,
It is an essential part of life,
This glorious game of sport,

Chancing destiny

Settled it is on this glorious day,
Mottled is my life with success,
Rattled or bored I cease to be,
Battled strongly, will be any distress.

Old habits are said to prevail,
Mould my future, I will in gear,
Fold, I will not in my efforts,
Behold my will to persevere!

Glow of gloom

Settle for less,
A habit, I confess
Boredom in excess,
All lead to stress,
Life needs a recess

Happiness I feign,
Trying to, in vain,
Of existence, my bane,
Events cause a drain,
From wallow, I abstain!

Consequence!

Time to face my fears,
The thought sends a shiver,
Do I cry myself to tears?

As the day of reckoning nears,
My voice has a little quiver,
Time to face my fears,

Expectation of many a dears,
Results, I hope to deliver,
Do I cry myself to tears?

Intimate a positive, it appears,
Heart beats like an untamed river,
Time to face my fears,

Waiting, hands folded in prayers,
Seeking from HIM, the giver,
Do I cry myself to tears?

Looking for some cheers,
Of hope there is a sliver,
Time to face my fears,
Do I cry myself to tears?

Long long ago...

Looking back, I feel old,
Recollection is a strain, truth be told,
Look back to an earliest one,
Think I must, a memory to summon.

I must have been about three,
Playing by myself, happy as can be,
Found something strange on the floor,
Next thing I know, my breathing's sore!

A panicked yell from my mother,
Off to hospital, dashed rather,
I did give them all a scare,
Do it again, I wouldn't dare.

A fine evening years ago,
Was to be special, little did I know,
Clutched the handle of the scooter,
I was off to see someone cuter.

Tightly holding on a lollipop,
My only concern, lest it drop.
Later, when I do remember,
I know I welcomed a new family member!

Homeward bound!

Aboard my million dollar ride,
Across time zones, I stride,
Onto my destination, I proceed,
A trip back home is joy indeed.

Stories to swap on a late night chat,
Trip down the memory lane, is just that.
By the time it ends, I do concede,
A trip back home is joy indeed.

A vacation, on which I hoped to revive
Unnoticed by me, elation did arrive,
This is exactly what I did need,
A trip back home is joy indeed.

Aboard my million dollar ride,
A trip back home is joy indeed.

Jolt of joy!

Monday Mural





A delicate beauty, gleaming,
Slowly, by the sun scorched.
Wilting away, withering off
Shriveling gradually in fatigue.

All it takes is a sprinkle,
A cloudy respite would do,
Back to blossoming it goes,
Unmindful of sun's fury.

Isn't life ever so similar?
Challenges all along the way,
Droopy shoulders let out a sigh,
all need a breath of fresh air!

A little spray is what we need,
No one awaits a pouring shower
Little pearls of joy one collects,
To smile away all the tears.