The Humble Wildflowers

Nor tall Nor majestic Untended They grow The humble wildflowers Riot of colours On Slender stalks Fragile Making Weakness their strength The humble wildflowers Bending to the winds In the darkness of the mighty oaks Overshadowed Joyfully they nod The humble wildflowers In rock beds Through bitter colds Rough storms They thrive The humble wildflowers…

Why we will never call our daughter a ‘Princess’

It’s not because she isn’t beautiful … She is lovely! Her eyes sparkle, her cheeks shine. There is pluck in the way she holds her head. A little defiance, that’s infuriating and yet so endearing.  She moves with confidence and poise. Her gaze seems cool, like she doesn’t care whats going on with anyone, but…

Matchbox homes

Matchbox homes piled up high guarded doors reticent windows behind cautious curtains hide frantic heart beats desperate sighs not a friendly face I spy

Hello! 

Hello old friend! Remember me ?  There was a time when moments spent apart felt like years  When the chatter was endless Filling morns, noons and nights Sleep felt like a fiend That snatched away at precious time Now years have slipped by without a word Doesn’t the silence bother you ?  It stifles my heart…

The Cat on the Moon

Almost no one is aware, On our moon – A cat is there! She purrs gently and sleeps all day, But at dusk as  the world turns grey And Mr. moon  begins to walk the sky, The wicked cat slyly opens her eyes Meowing “I’m hungry for tiny girls and boys, Who forgot to tidy …

No one will refuse my dad water again!

N is a bright XII standard boy. In the classroom he looks motivated. He works hard and while he is not the most talented in his class, his ‘driven-ness’ ( The strong desire to prove himself),  more than compensates for it. I was not surprised thus when he cleared his NDA written examination. I work…

She had some dreams

She had some dreams She had dreams that were star-filled skies She had dreams that were sleeping baby’s sighs She had dreams that were raging forest fires She had dreams that were noisy bazaars with impatient buyers   She had some dreams She had dreams that were an eerily quiet  graveyard She had dreams that…

Ode to the old year

Why is everyone So obsessed with the new year? What is so enticing about a year that hasn’t even begun? Why the hurry to rush it in? Only God knows what it will bring! Amidst all this fanfare for the new year, I wish to talk about the year that has gone by! 2016… The year…

Waterwheel

      Came across this Haiku Challenge in my friend Jacqueline’s blog. The weekly challenge is thrown by Ronovanwrites and the words this week were ‘water’ and ‘spin’

An Ode to the Old Year

Midway into December, I get a call from an unknown no. that flashes Scotland. Who do I know in  ‘Half the world away and at least twenty degrees colder Scotland?’ The only person that comes to my mind is Mukesh. I have never met Mukesh. Atleast not the way ‘met’ is understood traditionally.  I met…

A Wishlist

I wish to Chase ponies with golden manes Run through meadows that know no end Watch the sky as stars shoot out Run up a hill to breathlessly look down Listen to waves as they crash the shore In a strange land while all alone Stumble upon a childhood song Cool wind against my face…

awakenings

Night murmurs Breaking the dream I hang By a thread Slumber turns her head Like a scorned lover Dawn tantalizingly beckons Revealing only glimpses Between two worlds Wakefulness and stupor Light and shadow Future and past Coveted yet unclaimed In a limbo I lie