Thunderbolt and lightning Shook me to my root, I screamed in fear. What a fool I’m, to forget You’re my root, You the thunder, And lightening ! While trucking thorny, stony woods Unable to bear the wound, ‘Where you are?,’ I screamed, What a fool I’m to forget The wound was on your feet! … Read more
Funny is your ways, ma patting me with right hand And beating with your left! You bash, at times, black and blue Or kiss me on my head, Am I a football for you to kick Or a flower to wear and throw ? On cloud nine, for a moment I’m The next in ferment, … Read more
When I’m alone with myself, It pains more. with a forceps in hand, I go deep into my mind and picks up a thorn. It bleeds, as the thorn is big, Strong and deep rooted. ‘Let it bleed,’ I tell the wound, And spread to act as a lotion To soothe you and … Read more
Shake, shake, Let my hands, legs and whole body shake I won’t slip if my mind is steady . How will my mind be study Always looking at the shaking peacock feather On His crown, the glistening jewels moving on His chest His rosy lips blowing air into the flute? The melody from his … Read more
Everything is on move’, they say yes, I know, as my mind moves. I see my health moving, wealth moving Don’t ask, ‘up or down?’, but they move. I see ants moving in a row, in a hurry ‘Where to?’, I ask and follow them They rush as to get something And return doing … Read more
Don’t know it’s name, so what? It is lovely and it is a bird. May be a robin or may not; Eyes don’t see name boards, Only art! Dropping from nowhere Swiftly and elegantly, Perches on the railing of our deck Looks for the feed to peck at. Turning neck left to right to assure … Read more
‘Wralk’, when I say, my legs should walk They do now; I’m happy. ‘Talk’, when I say my tongue should talk It does, I’m happy. Many are not that lucky, I realized, Still I want wings. ‘Dipping in Ganga for Moksham?’ Asked someone from the bank ‘No, praying for wings for me’ ‘Can you … Read more
Wild winds roared like hungry lions Flood, furious fire, all at once. The roof was about to fly, the home about to flood Pitch darkness, death howled like wolves at backyard. Raising my paining head, I pleaded, ‘You are the Maker and Master Who can face your ire? Be kind to agree for a swap’ … Read more
After an amazingly break less sleep, when I got up this morning with full vigor, I realized that there is no dearer friend or closer relative than sleep and penned this poem as a tribute. No other woman can take your place Incomparable is your grace Don’t know from where you land With feathers of … Read more