Ice cream share

Kids get ice cream without asking, but not me So, I cried like a kid, argued like an young son Pestered like an old man And earned my ice cream! Unique is the happiness of sharing Ice cream with kids, Secret with a trusted friend House with own family Life with own woman! Sorrows ? … Read more

I emptied all my boxes

Emptied all my boxes, bags and baggages Emptied totally. Will I be able to empty my mind Of my desires, longings, Sorrows, regrets? Things, my own Things not my own? And empty totally? And where do I keep the unloaded stuff They are not clothes or books They are thoughts. How to transfer, whom to … Read more

Let me be relaxed

Thanks my Lord, my inner guard! For your blessings in abundance For giving me children with fondness, For giving a body that obeys A mind that shows correct ways! Enough money for day’s charm, Enough peace to stay calm. What do I lack in life? Nothing. Let me be relaxed Like the kids. Problems will … Read more

Our house is living

Back home, my own sweet home, But what a mess, all things amiss. The mess will go in no time Thank god, not the memories. Many a time, I painted the walls, Everyday, I wash the floor Glad not gone my kids’ palm prints And their mom’s food prints. Is therein’t a little one, look, … Read more

My reason is simple

Banana peels, orange peels Discard, after eating fruits Even books and clothes, if torn Even utensils and shoes if dented But, man, how can you discard Your sick wife or old parents! My reason is simple: They didn’t cut your tube When you wet their robe!

While driving back home from Stamford

Megh, with a mini computer in her brain, mentioned when she was driving us back home from Stamford: “Appa, exactly 14 years before, on 11-08-2004, you landed in the USA, for the first time. Atchu was with you” She further added that I’m now on my tenth visit and so far, in total, spent more … Read more

Continue Krishna, continue

Whiter than the snows of the Himalayas, Lighter than a peacock feather Was my heart once, soft and subtle. It became hard, rough, unsensitive Like the rocks bordering the Kalpathy river Where people from both banks Beat and beat their soiled clothes Before bathing and after bathing. Surface looks smooth now, really? Hasn’t the beatings … Read more

On a stroll in a winter evening

  On a stroll, with kids in a winter evening The sky got crowded with dark clouds Drizzling started, the wind whistled loud, Shreya enjoyed its sound and speed. Seeing her hairs and frock frills rocking ‘How, this?,  she asked. ‘The wind God’s hands,’ I replied. ‘God’s hands, where?,’ she asked I smiled and she … Read more