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.

Blank!

Today I draw a blank,
Writing now for writing sake,
Among the bottom, I would rank,
Excuses here, I try to make

Clichés I seek to avoid,
But, on days like today,
Of ideas, when I am devoid.
Mediocre is the price I pay.

Childish a word comes to mind,
Tag this in the class sub par,
This day I come to find,
I need to lower the bar.

The more and more I begin to fuss,
Looking for that one spark,
My brain feels like a sticky mess
Looks like emptiness left its mark.

Flocked

Three birds of a feather,
Vagaries they weather,
Musical notes tied together,
On beauty & melody, they tether,
Tunes so soft, they don't smother,
Pausing to take a breather
Come closer, come hither,
Soon, before the songs wither!

Farewell

Her heart is like falling leaves,
Today, as someone close leaves.

Time together spent has come to an end,
Taking along the memories, he leaves.

The history between them is long,
For her to go, she needs her leaves.

She stood waving, in the narrow alley,
Eyes following his steps on the strewn leaves.

Just the other day, Just someone said,
Goodbyes are always hard, when one leaves!

Crown prince!

The Prince!!!
In his priestly robes,
Adorning the royal ring,
He strolls through the garden,
Waving to the awaiting throng of crowds,
Under the magnifying glass of public eye, all the time,
His private life, and his childhood dreams, taking a backseat,
Oh! There are unseen and unheard rigors of being the crown prince.

Momentous impetus!

In the pouring rain, she frolicked,
Not a worry in her mind, carefree,
To the vagaries, she was indifferent,
To enjoy life, she didn't need a reason.

Things hadn't been this way always,
To her friend, her sorrows, she poured,
She used to cry for no real reason,
And, to life, she was indifferent.

A conscious decision she had made,
Pouring into it, her heart and soul,
To live well, her motivating reason,
And, to others, she became indifferent.

A sliver of hope

Global warming and wacky seasons,
Violence for no specific reasons,
Death & destruction that's rampant,
Tell me, tell me, it didn't happen!

Rising gas prices, falling economy,
All over, countries seeking autonomy,
Plotting and scheming, going on then,
Tell me, tell me, it didn't happen!

Peace and harmony, no longer a priority,
Kindness, a quality seen in a minority,
Weapons, not skills, people sharpen,
Tell me, tell me, it didn't happen!

Environment is itself in question,
Selfish reasons at one's discretion,
Our earth becoming quite misshapen,
Tell me, tell me, it didn't happen!

One day, things will all be right,
Future, for all, will be bright,
It will not be 'if', but just 'when?'
Tell me, please tell me, it will happen!

Doorway

an open doorway
to invite or inhibit,
allures and intrigues

Branched

Monday Mural

Looking into my palms,
I see my unending qualms,
In the mirror, I detect,
Self doubt, begins to infect.

As I branch out, growing,
Taking root, as life is slowing,
The arm is broad and strong,
sending fears to where they belong.

Lasting I hope, I can be,
Giving to all, like the tree,
Head held high, forever,
In the face of adversities, I endure.

Summer song

Summer’s here, summer’s here!
Umbrellas up, and sunscreen smear,
Mornings are bright, evenings clear,
Mangoes, peaches and cherries appear,
Expect to see some roadside deer,
Road trip to the sea-side pier.

Summer’s here, summer’s here!
Olympics in summer too, this year,
Nice weather, will soon disappear,
Go, on! Have fun! Without a fear!

A saga once more

Down the stairwell, she rolled,
With her, died her secret,
So he thought! but truth be told,
there was something he'd regret.

A mute spectator peering through,
In a roll of film, he caught the action,
He was found by her killer, though,
Beaten, almost dead, pleased at his infraction.

Back to life, slowly was nursed,
By a doctor, who upon him stumbled,
He kept to himself, his lips pursed,
but about a guy, he always mumbled.

A conversation, over the telephone,
About the killer, he overheard,
his ears, he quickly honed,
It was time for action, he feared.

The news caused a stir all over,
His fame shattered by his past,
Over her grave, the mute guy hovered,
Glad, she found her closure, at last!

Auto narrative

A nagging feeling I have
I feel a shake coming,
Will I just fall apart?
And, my engines break down?

I am old, but have been loyal,
Running through all the years,
Across the coast, through cities,
I have seen it all, I must say.

On all their spontaneous whims,
that they pick me and drive to,
I stood them through thick & thin,
Through some rain, and some shine.

Now, I think its my time,
And, to let me off and just stay,
I know they love me, for who I am,
But, embrace the new, they should

I think I heard a rumor whir,
A shiny hybrid to take my place,
I would still be here at home,
Ready in tow for any occasion.

Like the old horses of yore,
I'll be a teacher to all those new,
Trusted with the novices at the wheel,
Seasoned and reliable that I am.

Past my prime, still a beauty,
performance matching the young,
A trip I will take in a bit,
right here, down the memory lane.

Melody...

melodious strain
harmonious and poignant,
the musical note

A dog's life

He was brought in as a puppy,
Romping around, he was happy,
He didn't have a care in the world,
On the sandy beach, he rolled.

Older he grew, he was stubborn,
Impatience, in his master he'd discern,
With a dog trainer, he spent his time,
He grew bigger, into his prime.

He knew to respond to a whistle,
Seeing strangers, his fur would bristle,
Loyal, he was to his master,
He had prevented many a disaster.

In the backyard, he did spy,
A little girl, eating her pie.
He went closer, wanting to befriend,
And, a friendly paw, he did extend.

Soon, the two were inseparable,
To be without one, the other wasn't able,
Thus, they continued to live on,
soon, they realized, how time had gone.

Time passed by, he became slower,
He couldn't lead, became a follower,
Day-by-day, he grew weaker,
He could hardly drink from his beaker.

The vet said, he'd soon be gone,
upon the master, the bills piled on,
They wanted for him, all the comfort,
For he had loyally, once held fort.

His little friend was inconsolable,
To forget him, she was unable,
All the good times, together they spent,
she remembered, amidst, her lament.

A different ball game

Frequent passes,
to one who is open.
Run back and forth,
shooting baskets.
Fouls, one too many,
Both teams struggle,
Winning and losing,
just part of the game.
Someday, maybe,
I too will play,
Until then I'll be,
a silent spectator.

Guided

Friend, philosopher and guide,
Take them all in your stride,
Everyone needs someone to be each,
But, they better not just preach,
Look for, in them, these traits,
Your support, in all straits,
Ideally, leading by example,
Upon you, shouldn't trample,
But, remember, you too,
do unto them, what they are to you!

Precious pal

From under the covers,
Your shiny face peers out,
Once you get started,
There is no looking back.

Previously, you were bulky,
A new avatar, you are sleek,
Change you did always,
In response to every fad.

Your speed makes me dizzy,
But your performance is key,
No matter what you will become,
I will adore the way you are

Maybe one of these days,
Technology will breathe life into you
Until then, my laptop, you will remain
My precious, inanimate friend!

Happy Anniversary!!

Hip! Hip! And a hurray! Today is the day,
A celebration of your love going strong,
Predicted further to continue that way,
Pleasant journey that has been all along,
You just want these good times to stay!

Always together, with each other you belong.
Nothing but the best is wished you way,
Never ending stream of joys – may they throng!
Inspiring memories that were gathered day by day,
Valuable lessons too, some right and some wrong,
Each of those, however, a fear – they did allay.
Remembering the roses, not any of the thorn,
Sprinkled though, the years, were with some fray.
Advancing on forward, with togetherness lifelong,
Respect for one another, that you always essay
Your hopes of a good life, may they prolong!!!


... you know who you are:)... heartiest congratulations!

Fallen!

The valiant lies crushed,
For him, by his side, she mourns,
The whole field was hushed.

Devastated, she becomes as she learns,
Of the plots against him, the brave!
Always more, than the eye discerns.

Out of respect, she will not rave,
She will, though, fight tooth & nail,
For the motherland, he fought to save.

One day, a martyr - the world will hail!
And, peace in their land will prevail!

Assessment

Examination,
An undeniable imminent action,
Uncomfortable long hours in preparation,
All smiles soon, upon completion,
Evaluation??