Relationship

My child

related to me through blood

not my spouse

but both, equally important!

What a loving lesson

on relationship I learn
in the very home I house!

Keep it up

Keep trying
in autumn or in spring
in times smooth and rough
the terrain might be tough
write your lines
and keep writing
in the open page of life
keep doing

keep failing, falling
in every season
in the leaves that unfold
in the obstacles
of stories unheard, untold
that appear as lessons
read them through and through
whether they’re false or true
keep reading

keep listening
the guide is sure to find
nesting in the mind
singing the tender tone
the bell so sound, so own
keep loving, keep looking, keep moving
keep going, keep growing, keep glowing

keep travelling
being in the journey
is the key
winning, losing we equally brave
we emerge not as a slave
but as a queen or a king
keep your chin up, your faith high
to reach the touching sky
keep smiling

seven stories in three lines

my ears
heard enough tales
return to the mountains

the ash has fire
a gray-haired man sees
on heaps of burning leaves

useless promises
on barren fields
winds buzzing shame

blank page
looks at the monsoon sky
stories rain

an old pond
a child plops a stone
frog leaps in time

flowers blooming
cajoling the wired borders
spreading friendship out of control

my eyes
seen enough stories
return to the seas

In the company

It was at a party – at night
I watched the stars
drink, dance, dream
their eyes awake
blinking, twinkling, winking
soft music played the wind.

Friends, they could be guests
I must have held some hands
stars hung beside the moon
the sky became the room
I was a little high.

Woke up late drowsy
still in trance on the floor
remembered how I danced
I stole myself out
with shoes in my hand
stories in my mind.

Thinking of birds asleep in their nests
I yearned for life!
Drove back home with the moonlight.

some small poems

trees

from the desktop

witness deforestation

***

sunshine

on the canvas

in the child’s smiles

***

waves crying on the beach

rain

in the child’s eyes
***

dust-bath of sparrows

bird-bath

waits for monsoon

***

food-wastes

drain the tongue

of a weeping urchin
***

Gears

Eyes and ears are drivers of a kind

hands that compose through light and sound
as organs they nest inside the mind
to chirp the tale of what is around.

Dead-and-alive

Verses on pages fall beyond rehearse
as reserves in thoughts progress, reverse
lines lie dead like writers’ hearse,
revealed and alive by healing readers.

Retelling

Lines do not come from me
they do, through me, says Rumi*.

Yes I know we steal the tune
in every day and night to prune
with or without the witness of the stars
rises and falls, lies in our hearts
comes out as words, humming breeze
in seconds, as thousand memories
touch the leaves or the flute
as fruits flowing deep, from the roots.

Verses that give us a hand
mimicking the message of the Band.


Rumi* - A famous poet who needs little introduction

Pen to paper

Floating in the mind are stories to pen
emotions of unnoticed ladies and gentlemen
meandering, looking out for leaves
embrace them all, without motives, malice.

Their skin, kith and kin, to matter least
patient pages like earth, to drink the ink at ease
no questions asked, no judgements passed
fables of colorful days, simply present from the past.

Once written off, where will the yarns lead
in the lifeless shelves or in the lively read
whatever be their fate, wherever they are to reign
papers will devour tales, of ladies and gentlemen.

Take an apple break

My cell has become my cell
but worse is desktop, I can tell
I have ceased to breathe free
to be under a winsome tree
in garden of flowers and fruits
to retrieve my fading roots.

Nature I see on screen
but the one that’s out serene
I ignore to see and smell
this weakens every cell
I run tad out of breath
waste my time at length.

The techs are not so bad
they often make us glad
they were bought to ease our life
but we’re seized and trapped in file
they came to us for sure
so we’d work a little less
but we slog now even more
and find us all in stress.

O my loving mind
be a little kind
drive us from this mess
tell us how to find
a balance and be friends
with all these helpful techs.