Raving rant

I have skipped many a meal,
And, missed events for you,
I have cut short family time
And given up travel too.

I put my dreams on hold,
As fulfilling yours, I felt,
Would be realizing mine.
And, was I more wrong?

I was available anytime,
Multi-tasking a lot, I lived,
Yours before mine, I set,
Now, to what avail, I wail.

Time to be cutthroat,
There is no more us, I yell.
I remind myself slowly,
After all, it is just a job!

Weary of the wariness

Obsolete, one tends to become,
To this paranoid institution.
Brutally phasing out, they
Treat people like specks of dirt.

The hush-hush within,
Several layers of doors,
Dare they let out their
Precious, so called secrets.

In essence, they live in
An utopian world of substance,
Where every fallout is
Nothing short of a cataclysm.

In mundane routines of
Arrogance, they persist on
Practically, antediluvian,
Extinction could befall soon.

Camaradarie for Contentment

Love life and life will love you back. Love people and they will love you back.


Faces to friends, they move,
Loving people I begin to,
And, me back they do love,
World begins to get manageable.

Love life as well, I must,
Its love back, I do seek,
Need some gusto and zest,
Existing'll no longer suffice.

Alterations, I am long overdue,
Dramatic, maybe, not so much,
Babysteps, of it quite a few,
Peace and happiness, I aspire.

Super showdown

A scrimmage, I will witness hereafter,
The hype before, stayed much after,
The goosebumps accompany the thrill,
Stereotypes many it does instill.

A pizza, a big screen TV a few,
Beer and soda in many forms are due.
Gruff looking men reduced to tears,
Commercials are fun, it appears.

Yearly tradition, in homes a many,
Wintry distraction, it provides a plenty.
Passions fly in words and actions,
Together and rooting in factions.

Music, an interlude for all,
Crowds in passion, begin to sprawl.
In the end, winner is just one,
So, ending the season of fun.

Vows and wows

Living the life, we are, of a wedding vow,
Through better and worse, we have been.
Through laughter and tears we show,
The love for each other, grows within.

In sickness and in health, we shared,
Cherish we did from the day forward,
To each other, our souls we bared,
For richer, for poorer we were aboard.

We have both been freed and bound,
And, have been none other than ourself.
Standing by each other, we found,
The love in our hearts, is reward itself.

Decadal

A decade, is it already?
Still going strong and steady,
Living the clichéd style,
End the day, with a smile.

Taken for granted at times,
Airing out each others’ grimes,
Forgiven and forgiving forever,
Held a grudge, we have never.

Another year added to the kitty,
To commemorate, a new ditty.
Together as one, onward.
Memories as we continue to hoard.

Titanic

She loved him for an eternity,
Invisible, she however, had been.
Safe she felt in his vicinity,
Women then weren’t heard, just seen.

Decades ago it was, she lost count,
A shy smiling bride, she recalled,
Waiting for her groom to dismount,
Her friends, at his sight, enthralled.

She had hovered in shadows, forever,
Fishing around for his compliments.
Of respect to her, there was endeavor,
Of love, existed sporadic elements.

A second wind, she hoped to catch,
Past their prime, when they’d be.
Hoping now was just a random patch,
After all, together they were meant to be.

For her, love was just a salve.
To have her socks blown off,
She didn’t ever look to have,
Just enough, so no one would scoff.

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.

Heightened downer

An unexpected descent,
While awaiting progress,
Almost surrealistic
Aspirations killed off
In the blink of an eye.
All I am left with is
The ever relevant cliché
‘Life must go on’!

Outage outrage

With a power outage, we suffer,
Coping ways, among us differ,
Some like me write verse,
Others in here, plain curse.

A few overachievers as everywhere,
Catch up and try a show-off affair,
Work is standstill, by a breakdown,
Productivity for the day, unknown.

Automotives accidentally knock,
To the transformer, gave a sock,
People inside in tremendous shock,
All around crowds begin to flock.

A day in waste, to mourn of,
Solitude is anything to scoff,
Scrambling, others I seem
Puts life in perspective for me.

Buoyant bravado

Courage I need to take the plunge,
And the nerve to, the past, expunge.
Dare I rock the boat of familiarity?
Move on with an air of temerity?

Adversities, one after another, hit
My own worrying adds to the bit.
Getting through the days, one by one,
Motivation, to enjoy, there is none.

Fear for loved ones, tops the list,
Professional life too is in a mist,
Trying hard, in self pity to not wallow,
And, the greats, in spirit try to follow.

Come out of this, unscathed, I shall,
Prayers and faith, will break my fall.
Healthy and happy, shall be one and all,
Hardships blown away by a squall.

Tales of a basin

A bird bath waits forlorn,
Her friends get plenty attention,
Winters are hard on her,
Waiting, she is in isolation.

Come summer she'd perk,
Filled with nectar like,
Oh! What bliss in life!
When the heat does spike.

Now amid a wilted lawn,
by the side of a dry fountain,
she dreams of sunny days,
Of spring, she tries to feign.

Embarking on their flight,
toward south to warmth,
The birds seem to not care,
About this lonely basin bath!

Interchange

A conference room,
with temperatures freezing,
A stiff handshake,
And, then it began.

A flurry of questions,
Baring of inner souls,
The perpetual quandary
Always a baffling poser.

Do you tell the truth?
The modified truth?
The diguised truth?
or just plain lie?

Imminent in nature,
the necessity to speak up,
Befuddled I murmur,
Pulling myself together.

Giving them what they want
I simply sold my soul,
A flake, did I end up?
Isn't it after all, a job?

Now, on the other side,
I am an authority,
Not one to be deluded,
Unmasking them instantly.

To meet again,

A happy goodbye,
To a valued colleague,
Adventures will satisfy,
His zest for intrigue.

Not to taint the moment,
With sadness or regret,
Just an upward ascent,
Of deadlines, not to fret.

Look forward to the prospect,
Of plausible chances,
Crossing paths to connect,
As life slowly advances.

A willing participant,
He used to be in all,
With laughs, he can enchant,
And, in life have a ball.

Missed he shall be,
As he crosses the sea,
Welcomed he will be,
Back here, if he needs to be.

Snarled in success?

Tangled, I am in
A mesh of my own making.
Not even worth,
the moolah I am raking.

With a fine tooth comb,
I go through several listings,
Shake out of my inertia
Cutting off the apron strings.

A new year,
A new beginning awaited
Likely to be disappointed,
Can never be sated.

Supercilious Superior

Sucking a lollipop, he came,
Showing off, he had some game,
To mankind, he was a shame,
As he set out, to others, maim.

Buckling under arbitrary pressure,
Evading reality in large measure,
A wedge he created for his pleasure,
Becoming a mean people crusher.

From integrity to deviousness,
On power, beginning to obsess,
Losing along the way, his finesse,
Falling into abyss, beyond redress.

As we lament the adverse loss,
Of a first rate superior boss,
Things will never be the way it was,
Life, but, shall go on without a pause.

Blazing Blizzard

A snowflake, like none other,
Zillions together, our lives they hinder.
Nature in her purest form of fury,
We stand a chance, before it, nary.

Cars spun around like hot wheels minis,
Passengers amid travel, brought to their knees,
Flying machines of fleeting speed,
To nature’s rage, they all pay heed.

False sense of security from size,
SUVs, leviathans strewn around like dice.
Humbled with gratitude of life spared,
Shaken by how routines were impaired.

Colossal trees snapping like twigs,
In heavy winds, all doing jigs,
Not a soul escaped its wrath,
Shuddering to think of its aftermath.


(Sunday Scribblings)

Pause ahead!

Putting in perspective,
My disappointing thoughts,
I count my blessings
And pray for the have-nots.

This year tested me so,
Me and my dear ones,
I’d dare not lean to look
And I pray for no reruns.

In utter humility I seek,
Something to look ahead to
Will I get to dabble in
Life and its gifts anew?

A let down, feeling cheated,
I always knew life was unfair,
I wish I could be more heated,
I need to blow off some air.

Years I gave for this one,
Like a scrap, I get dropped
Rhyme and reason, there's none
Okay! I know I didn't get chopped.

I do well, not just well, great
I pour blood and sweat into,
This hurt, won't soon abate,
A lot of pain, this will stew.

Feeling like the world's end.
Trying to shake it out,
With a reminder to contend,
A vocation, ultimately to flout.

Hoping at the end of it, some gain!
Borne throughout for years,
Toiling away to point of pain,
Shed many a load of tears.

Reverie or reality

In my own world, a baby I yearn
In my mind, I make a great parent
In my dreams, I see her tiny face
In suspended reality, I dream on!

Will I ever follow through? I wonder
The reality scares me, beyond words
With the dinky life we lead, I pause
Hesitating to rock the boat.

Life moves on, barely I find at times
What do I seek, I ponder, failing to find
Drama, is it? That comes with kids?
A mom, a long shot? I beg to differ!

Attired

I dressed up for Diwali
She, for Halloween
In my finery, I stepped out
She called it a costume!
When will I not skip a beat
And use them together?
When will I blend the there
With the here, if I ever will?
A mishmash of cultures I call
But is it really so?
Some stand out, while others
Amalgamate easy!

This day in mind

A day I spent like any other,
Talking to my sister across miles,
I was beginning my day, when
She was in shutting down mode.

Reliving childhood, she mentioned.
An idea so delightful, I clutched on,
Just that little thought sowed,
Some seeds of happy in me.

Like so many of the others, ours
Too was a normal, uneventful life.
Growing up was hard, but
Had its share of memorable.

Now looking back, filtering.
What surfaces, what plays in mind
Makes us all who we are, though
maybe not who we want to be.

Setting foot firmly in the present,
Letting go of past, though hard.
We march together into the future.
Allies, we shall be for life!

Titular

Listening to the confession
That came pouring out,
From the American assassin,
The undercover detective,
Entrusted with the side jobs,
Wondered to himself,
‘was it worth dying for?’
Like the girl who kicked
The hornet’s nest, he felt
Not able to turn away,
Neither able to stay on
In the company of others,
He assumed will be safe haven
To Freedom and from there
The reversal of fortunes.
The fall of giants, the aftermath
Of which he didn’t stay to see!

Big Tent Poetry

Immersed in art

Within the four walls of the Metropolitan
Surrounded by hustling, bustling visitors,
The eerie effect is immensely disquieting
Human faces framed, in moods I spy,
A Da vinci, in shimmering sepia.
Van goghs with irises, wheat fields,
Cypresses, and other flowers galore
Renoirs with daisies, young girls,
Madame in gown with family.
Prying eyes were mine, amidst
The hush of the serene past.

Shock and stun

Solemn somber spooky silence,
seconds stand still, suspended.
Severe serious, supposedly scary.
Stopping short, scream slips.
Spine-chilling. Seen scrambling
Suppressing sensitivity,
Sensation shocking surely.
Soon shall subside,
Serenity shall succeed.

Assuaging assonance

Poetry could be my solace,
Rhymes without reason, my support,
When life moves in a harried pace,
Some normalcy, I try to purport.

Now-a-days, I seem to need,
Not a nudge but a shove,
Unease continues to breed,
Of anxieties a trove.

My steady gait belies,
My ripened state of panic,
With a smile I try to guise,
Fears within that are volcanic.

Uneasy angst

This little life of mine,
Can it change in a blink?
It makes me pine,
And drives me to the brink.

Nothing to show for the years,
There is just painful sorrow,
Comparison with ones’ peers,
No hope left for the morrow.

One after another follows,
I am left picking pieces,
In the dark and dreary hollows,
Misery just increases.

Tension in the mind,
Eats away day-by-day,
I am on a quest to find,
Some peace and make it stay.

A weak moment, when health issues of a loved one were worrying; now slowly and surely positive signs are seen,

Unseen, unheard, not unknown

A connection I formed with you,
unspoken, unwritten, unsaid
My nephew to be, my very own.
I dreamt of sitting by you,
breathing in, you, in peace.
I anticipated whisking you away,
to a world of you and me.
I waited to teach, you life
to read to you, entering
a fascinating world of books,
I would make you a reader,
a mathematician, along the way.
You would be eager, curious
and I would satiate
You grow and I nurture,
I could say nothing to you,
I wish I could speak volumes!

Little pleasures

Charmed, he did, his way,
Into our hearts, with ease,
Feasted our hearts away,
At his conversation piece.

Showers us, he always does,
With boatloads of love,
A relationship so robust,
Of memories a treasure trove.

To our own, he is akin.
And, with each day gone
Beyond anything we imagine,
He has excelled, shone!

Back to school, they go

Little ones with heads held high,
Others with a little tear standing by,
It is that time of the year again,
Enlightenment and knowledge to gain.

Pouncing on goodbyes to be gathered,
Breaking away from being mothered.
Parents and guardians with a brave face.
Rippling with worries beneath the surface.

With refreshed brains and a blank slate,
To negate the ignorance, the kinds wait.
Changes are a part of growing up,
Learning lessons to never give up!

Classrooms to find and buses to board,
Games to be played and points scored.
Just having done the best, is the reward.
Memories then, they will continue to hoard.

I survived

The day dawned bright,
Nagging fear, within slight,
Results and outcome I await,
Of the exam, to decide the fate,

At the time of the email,
Grimace I did, looking pale.
To clear the obstacle, would I fail?
Stumble or would I prevail?

A signal, positive, I asked
Fear I bravely masked,
And, then in the glory I basked,
This one I had surpassed!

Prismatic

A full rainbow, perchance I viewed
In its full splendorous seven
Be it a slit in the sky,
Or a bridge between earth and heaven.

I got my pot of gold,
My own, my very own.
I didn’t need the leprechauns
For seeds of my success are sown.

A promise I see it as, from above
A cleansed earth, by the rain
Embellished then, by the vibgyor
And, life thus shall remain.

A critical critique

Critical critique

A good laugh, that is what,
My story would seem to all,
Playing a joke on me is
Someone up there and all.

Laughter remedies distress,
Wiping away the tears,
Self deprecating hilarity
Leverage it, to allay my fears.

An escape into morrow

My feeble attempt at vacation,
I sit out there, soaking up the sun,
Try to Drink in the joys of nature,
A day like this is a good one.

Take in, what you can today,
Who can predict what’s in store?
Here today, elsewhere tomorrow,
No point living in the yore!

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.

Direct me, not!

Directions, are they any use?
I go my way, they go theirs.
Who in the world gets to say
This way to go and not that
To do as one’s pleasing,
Is what life’s about, ain’t it?
Would we then cease to be,
A visceral being isn’t so bad.
As creatures, to roam the world!

Marching on

Three strikes and I should be out.
I had many more and am still about.
Life isn’t a game, to say the least.
Trounce the hits, to beat the beast.

Won’t list everything that’s wrong.
Shift to positives and come out strong.
Serenity prayer plays on my lips.
Surge onward, not following scripts.

Disquieting disposition

As night nears, fear ensues,
The unknown, the trepidation
Life is bizarre, nay a narrative.

Normalcy I seek, I beseech
Shakespeare's world stage quote
Does not provide a good solace

A weight the size of a boulder
Hangs heavy on my head,
Trying in vain, to reassure I am

Triggers of alarm, are a few
A loved one in pain, is prime
Events, each, a part it plays.

Pinpricks, it shall remain,
To be rubbed away, and moved on,
For the positive end, I await.

Crusades for causes

If I die, think only this of me,
I was a citizen of a land that was free,
No name, I owned, among the millions
Soldier I wasn’t, just one of civilians.

Battle I did still for some rights,
Not one of the armed or armored fights,
With the mighty pen, I set out,
Poeming through causes, time I devote.

Fourth of July Fete

Over and above the great peaks,
At night, were fiery sparks seen,
Freedom celebrated with pyrotechnics,
Illuminating the sky, was a bright scene.

Mountains, they moved, fighting for it,
With swords, guns and words in revolution,
Not giving up, nor surrendering in defeat,
For life and liberty were the solution.

Spangled with stars, was the great banner,
Heads held high, with happiness and pride.
Tradition dictates, celebration in this manner,
Two-Three-Four, of course, was a great ride!

In which I create

To write, I set out with the greats,
Enthusiasm, a pot full, I stirred up,
Weakly to inject, I tried to, some humor,
A little style unique to me, I worked on.

Shot down, I thought it was all,
Rejection, I felt, I was facing.
Or was it acceptance shrouded
In veils of ruthless editing?

Obscured are the lines between
Hassle it is to totally decipher
Withdraw within, the old me would
Give up quietly and mourn it over.

The new me, is born today,
Write she wants to till she drops
To her heart’s content churning,
A wealth of ideas she has, to share.

Peeves and bones

I have a bone to pick,
Into others’ business they stick
If you really want to
Hear about it and know it all,
Stop being such a critique.

Sometimes, even if I am
Wrong, I don’t want to know


I have another pet peeve,
They are the ones who believe,
In the positive of all things,
Reading between lines for that,
Nothing, alone, they will leave.

Sometimes, I don’t want to
Cheer up, but stay and wallow.

A different day

Routines breed monotony
But are a virtue in their own right
A security blanket they provides,
Fostering a sense of belonging.
By virtue of which, I feel grounded.
Repeatedly imply a life being lived.
Change I feel I need, and, variety
today I crave. Risk averse I am to try
‘Surrender’, feigning irritation, I sigh.
And I move on, with a heavy heart!

Introducing

Your new life begins,
With a sweet cry today,
You are greeted with grins,
As the joy, all convey!

Beautiful, your name implies,
Clever too, it does denote,
Beyond your age, you’ll be wise,
And, upon you, all will dote.

This day will be in mind,
Fondly thought of all the time,
As you grow, you will find.
Into our hearts, you’ve climbed!

A little one, dear to our hearts...

Associations

Relationships lead to resentment,
A two part indenture it is,
One milking the other and t
The other coughing it up
Giving a bit of a drama
In the otherwise dull life
One party hungry for comfort,
Seeking appreciation, praise
The other dangerously unaware
Too self absorbed to care?
Parenting is hard work,
Being a offspring harder,
Divvy up the blame, can it be?
There isn’t any solution, ever,
There isn’t an escape either,
Inevitably intertwined, lives are
Worth a weighty ponder now
and again, while on a stroll
under the dim shiny stars
in the dark night sky!

Idyllic

A meadow of grass, so green
A sight to see, so serene,
Of disquiet, there isn’t a trace,
Life moves on at a relaxed pace.

To sit back and breathe in the beauty,
Erase away hardships of daily duty,
A place like this in every life,
And, with happiness, will be rife!

Little, not at all

I want to tell a story,
A little one and her glory,
Little she may look to us,
But, never ceases to impress!

Never a quitter, she will be,
Within us, she forces us to see,
Conformity is not the way to go,
How to live life, she will show.

Hard work she embraced,
She fought on unfazed,
With pure joy, she completed,
And, with cheers, she was greeted.

If only I could do it
To go on and on, never to quit,
I look at her spell bound,
A heroine for myself, today I found.

Baby

A brand new baby
Calls for a celebration
No matter when, where

Waging a war

I lost a battle with anger
I caved in, gave up on it,
The seething rage within
Encompassed me, overwhelmingly.

I give up today trying to win
A battle I brought on myself
Lose my temper did I?
Find it, do I have to?

Physical ravages, I bore,
Ranting and raving, I swore,
Life was on a short fuse,
Then it did happen!

I watch from above,
The fury of flurry below,
Will I be saved from the wrath,
Of my mind, which the body suffers?

Rapture or rupture?

Take me away to paradise,
Where sky shall meet the earth,
The hidden Edens of yore,
Where I can roam unfettered,
Where peace prevails forever,
And quiet holds sway
People reflecting on their past,
Noble lives lived free of regret,
Setting aside segregation.
The elusive Nirvana…
Is there one beyond fantasy?
I spend my life in its pursuit!