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Summer of 2024


The sweet smell of petrichor,

promises of a cool shower

like waves on a scalding shore.

We await the rains

to kill the dour weather 

As clouds rumble and thunder

we mutter a fervent prayer..


It's been too long,

the summer severe and strong

The mind is griped by guilt, 

we have done many a wrong

As if in answer, fuelling more despair

the skies switch gear

reject our pleas for a downpour


Should we begin the blame game,

or brush it off as an odd affair?


High time we do our bit

Instead of erecting concrete 

sow a seed in every pit

nurture every creature

to save Mother Nature

Build cities but with care 

Our soil, our lakes, our rivers

are drivers of our fate

Let's wake up before it's too late



A decade of togetherness!


It's our tenth this year
a magical number, for sure
Has it been that long 
since we intertwined our future?

Sometimes it feels like yesterday
and at times an eternity
So different we are
how did we find similarity?

I'm the idealist, prefer the order
you're pragmatic, find beauty in chaos
I like to plan, you're spontaneous
I crave for newness
You love the familiarity

How did we survive?
I ask in mock wonder
We had faith, you affirm
and the trust in each other

Where's the mush? but I whimper
You smile, wide with humour
remark that you'd rather 
warmth, share and care gather

It's true, I know the answer
Indeed I cannot remember
a time when I haven't 
enjoyed a status that's equal
full of respect that's mutual

From the time I stepped in
as your wedded bride
you've held my hand
as a friend, philosopher, guide

You've chosen to lace
the romance with grace
the love, never a blatant show
burning a constant, subtle glow

A supportive co-parent, 
a progressive thinker,
a caring companion, 
an encouraging mentor,
You're all this, perhaps more

 We are a match, probably
even as we bicker silly
about who's a bigger bully
That has to be you,
even you'd agree, surely

We may not hear the thunder
or mellow violins of yonder
no candles are perhaps lit
none ever to offer
a fragrant flower

But, listen we do with our heart
that beats for the other
in the mundane, in the banter
in the squabbles, in the laughter

For you, my breath sings
You're the wind
beneath my wings
Be mine, forever together

****

Rays of light #BARWoWe




When long periods of night
descend on paths unknown
keep going anyway
It's just a matter of time

Clouds of darkness 
that seem like an eternity
are sent way scurrying
with the first rays of light

In stealth always
daybreaks arrive
Working their way 
slowly first, a simmering fire
to restore faith, they aspire

flushed with passionate rage
Dawn bursts into flames
slaying demonic vestiges
defeating despair

*****


Life drama


Seeds we sow of verdant promises
some do bloom, many wither
Among uncertainties and skirmishes
We falter and dither

In quest of grasping eternal essence
We find our Selves shrinking
Into shoes larger than our tiny presence
Some lament, it's wishful thinking

Enacting roles in worldly show,
we get caught red-handed for
Fallacies we don’t care to amend
Alas, it's also what we don't know

Our part on the stage is awhile
Lives we play, all fragile
A greater truth awaits, as we leave
Stranger than the fiction we now believe

****
A round up of all the 7 BarAThon theme prompts into a bite-size philosophy. 

Day 7 theme prompt: Promise


Fragile lives

Even the ferocious perish one day
leaving behind bones and clay

Ensconced within a tough exterior
we are, but, fragile lives
eager to bequeath a lasting memoir

Why, then, do we overlook the right,
 lusting after power, position, might?

Let’s practice a life of grace,
despite experiencing 
undesirable snags we must brace

Rather than surrendering without a choice,
Let’s exit quietly with poise


Image credit:Pixaby.com

Linking it to day 3 at Bar-A-Thon
Theme prompt: Fragile lives




A sweet renunion

The house echos with familiar patter
a constant rain of chitter-chatter

A stream of hugs and kisses pour
"miss you's and love you's" galore

Stories flow of another home yonder,
a loving aunt, and sibling love grander

Suitcases full of love and warmth
grandparents had showered forth,

Got unpacked neatly with care
reminiscing about the fun affair 

Surprise gifts were thrown in
for us parents in the waiting

By the adorable, little guy
who's back from Mumbai!


A first Mother's Day card for me
 
Heart's melted now

Hit, but not out

Pic courtesy: taylortalk.org

Promenading in her own style,
she entered a known circle;
anxious with an eager smile

She imagined delighted cries,
being pulled into whispered confidences,
some tight hugs, and high-fives

Cheeks blushed a rosy sheen,
with heady thoughts of acceptance;
a yearning of a teen  

She scanned to meet an eye,
a cozy groove, familiar warmth;
a friend who'll rejoice to say hi,

Heads looked on, faces smiled
but none who walked up 
and called out to their side

Corners lit up with banter
voices gushed and guffawed; an inner circle
she remained, the outsider

The evening wore on; cold,
she sported, in pain, a cheery mask,
withering under its fold

Pride hurt, she kept low,
the eyes stung, vision blurred,
her head held high, though


The painting

I’m held captive by the sight
As the canvas slowly unfurls
Warm ochre clouds hug and unite
Blushing crimson, they kiss goodnight

Streaks of cooled rays, but, slip quietly
to kiss goodbye to the sleeping grass
Chirps and twitters lower their pitch
Singing lullabies, oh, so sweetly!

Leaves on tall trees gently dance
To the lilting breeze that dusk beckons
I thank the stars that gather at once
Smiling at the moon in cool radiance

I soak in their graceful beauty
Glittering in dark ambience
I’m grateful to be able to witness
Nature’s bounty, a gift from heavens 

Image credit: Pixaby.com

Hope never sets

The day held on to the sun
wishing for light to dwell a bit longer
The dull crimson, but, pulled away,
to a hue of blue; much deeper

A shadow of despair looked within
to bury its weariness; the heart felt empty
The day bid a tearful goodbye,
asking for grace from the Almighty

Elsewhere, a sunflower, mellow
perked up bright at the sun's warm kiss
It was her turn to finally glow;
A happy adieu to darkness

Life's wheel of light and dark
spins at its pace, but, with a purpose
Your time shall come,
Pray, keep alive the dying spark!






I'm the rock

The waves reach a crescendo
the water tickles my feet
spent...

I want to jump high
the weight pulls me down
Sigh!

My friends are seasons
we laugh, we play
then they've to go
leaving me
Alone...

I want to see the world
the sea and the sky
are not enough
I feel
tied down

I then see the sand
hugging me
I feel warm

A weary traveller
rests his head
over me
I feel calm

I sense a purpose
in giving
of being an anchor

I know now
why I'm a constant
why I'm the rock!

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On your birthday

Would a simple thank-you
suffice?
my love and gratitude, it all
encompass?

Will it seem small,
not needed even,
since our love's mutual,
a given?

But, this is not a note
to settle our score,
or to dust my hands
off a chore

I truly want to
express my delight.
You're my life; ever inspiring,
like bright day-light

Standing by me,
like a rock,
whenever life slowed
over a gridlock

You held me,
when I slipped
Nudged me ahead,
as I dithered

The sun shines brighter
gloomy days, soon wither
only because, my dear,
you're there near

No other day seemed fitter
to profess and confess
than today,
as you grow a year older

So, thank-you,
for always being there
with an ever gentle flair

May the grace of God
ever shine upon you, and
we remain blessed, thus!



Divine

Uplifting despairing souls
Transcending physical folds  
Lilting prayers in joyous alley
Strumming raw nerves in melancholy

Oh Music, you’re truly divine!

A blessing, when known in its entirety
A means to experience divinity 
For, even He stands to be your slave
When offered in a humble way

Perceived as the spiritual ladder
 to reach consciousness, much higher 
It's a wonder, but a few 
can cross the borders yonder

You grace the heart, only that is pure
Even at your feet, we find Him near

Oh Music, you’re truly divine!


If I were an animal #Drabbleweek #100words

Jumping, growling, scratching
Howling, screaming, chattering
Loitering about without a hurry
Unrestrained when in fury

Rules of the game, no one dare change
Only the strongest can manage

Long ago, only animals operated thus
Alas! We humans are in a similar circus

Considering ourselves to be greater
Trying to race past against nature
A folly, to realize only in future

Perhaps, if I were an animal
I’d laugh and not marvel
The myths, I’ll dispel,

“Of higher conscious, you are capable
Yet, choose to live below your level
Why the arrogance and the pride
When you live in greater divide”

_________________
Word count: 100

Written in response to the day 3 prompt " If I were an animal" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.


An urban morning

The alarm buzzes with alacrity
there’s no time for lethargy

The cuppa brews slowly,
the brain rattles loudly

Did I turn on the geyser?
Oops, don’t let the milk boil over

Morning noises; honking school buses
bustling with energy
heralding new synergy
Word count: 42

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A green date

Image credit: http://vidyasury.com

The flowers cried
to see me cut and lay bare
A show of solidarity;
 at least they cared

The quietness belied the sinister
The fall too added colour,

 Oh, what irony!
to hear passers-by
marvel at the beauty,
but not reckon its cruelty

A few hands nurture
A hundred, but, torture
I cried to thee,
 let me be
Why the hate, when I’m your mate?

I plead to humanity
allow me to live, to multiply
Your own life is at stake
Yet you repeat the mistake

It’s not too late,
to re-write your fate
let’s go on a green date

Written for 100 words on Saturday at Write Tribe- my first for Write Tribe.



Facing the ultimate truth

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It's not easy to bid goodbye
to the soul who has left our side;

No words can soothe or aid
the person who's been bereaved 

A cruel reminder of the eternal truth-
after life, comes always death
leaves the griever in despair
asking God, "is it fair?" 

Denial, grief, anger and acceptance
all follow a natural succession

but he who leaves us to be with Him
tells us to be brave and strong within

It takes a while; 
only time can travel the mile
to teach the aggrieved to come alive,
and start again with a smile

Seven

Step by step by your side
a wholesome journey, a joyous ride

Quite apart in our ways,
We've traipsed yet so far
with more ayes than nays

Together we walk the beaten path,
crossing each milestone and some more
doubling happiness as we go
did we calculate the math?

Not without a thorn
thrown callously now and then
to test our grit, perhaps 
or to let us thank the stars
that despite all, we have 'us'

Seven is the year,
Ah! the proverbial itch, do I hear?
I'd rather choose to remember
the seven sacred steps around the fire,
and, hum the song of our life,
Say, aren't the notes too seven in there? 



*An attempt, yet again, to commemorate our anniversary-yes, it's the 7th this year.*

The story of her life

She wipes the sweat from the brow,
her hands suffer everyday blow,
She smiles through pain,
and hopes to bargain
a life better for her children,
a pucca house,
a caring spouse.

Life can never be simple
when money as little
flows just as a trickle
slipping into crevices in mockery;
a debris of unending poverty

Tides of sorrow rise in count
sprinkling little joys, as pittance.
Seeking the shore, hopes surmount
only to break in an even dance

A happy home is all she wants,
but is far from what she gets
Mind and body sport several scars
given by the mister, a rouge above par

The house crumbles under, 
when children too move afar
all the trouble now seem in vain
for alas! she lost the bargain.