Monday, 23 November 2015

Good Morning Love!

Good Morning Sweetheart

The splendent ray
It's incessant wait ends
touches her petaly skin
A soft smile builds on her face
A greet exchanged
Envious, I spew at the morning light
Her ethereal innocence
sets me in a trance
my eyes mist up
a fairy journey begins
apprehension trampled
vermin of anxiety shot
fear tamed,
pushed into the abyss
Only the heart beats,
as a zestful tide
the air redolent
with fumes of love,
purges the hidden chambers
drifts the nettling thoughts
She comes close
the shiny droplets
dripping through her hair
fall on my bare skin
the flesh breathes life
the holy water of love permeates
a greet exchanged - Good Morning!
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Thursday, 8 October 2015


A tunnel
Long and windy
Darkness engraved
Pressing silence
A furtive nexus, or
An ominous swear

Caged in,
my kicks, Feeble
my shrieks, Futile
if can permeate
those dense walls

Tender tapping
The sweet croon
A mellifluous voice
Vectors of assurance
Threats lifted

A sudden flush
All illuminated, white

One holds,

The emollient touch
One kisses,
Welcome note shared
One calls,
"You are mine"

I recognize
that Voice and that One
The cool gentle wind murmurs - 

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Monday, 17 August 2015


The wistful heart
Gloom whipstiched
Weeps for your absence

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Friday, 26 June 2015

The Cry!

Papa, So much to share, 
        But numbered are the days 
Can you not try, 
           And, extend your stay

Watery eyes, 
The formation of tears
And, his unflinching crusade to
Hide those shears

     Papa, w'll enjoy these three days
Let the future sink
      I see his struggle to
       Internalize the link

Papa, I understand the crux
       But, cannot fathom the brute
Why God is so unkind
 Why doesn't HE root

 Papa, I long for the feel
   The intertwined fingers
     But, Empty is the bed
             The smell of yours lingers

       Papa, I stare at the ruckles      
    Wallowing at my plight
        My shrills get drowned
              Amidst the dreary night

Papa, can you not fix
     Help me win this fight
     Motionless, I stand
        Oh son, I love you
                 I hug him tight.........

( During my return, after my term break, from my home location, my son's insistent cry left me in a bitter state. The way one forces oneself to unshackle, momentarily, the love grips of near ones, to chase ones aspirations can be shattering - I know it's all about the greater benefit, but hands on heart, at times, it kills.....the intangible stakes are equally high for a mba. I dedicate this to my son, but may be likewise applicable for our mom, wife, husband; sorry, if the post got a bit grim....)

Friday, 5 June 2015


Demonic black to Fairy white, 
Quiescent melancholy gives way to Halcyon tranquility
The harmonic symmetry of Life

Sunday, 24 May 2015


Black clouds of ennui
Restlessness of a fly
Synonymous with thee
Neither excited, nor doomed
Words fail to innervate

Your name, the Outlier
Queasiness nailed
Corneal spangle
Lather of Happiness
Love it is!
The variable, 
Quadrants fail to accomodate
And it grows, exponentially....

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Friday, 15 May 2015

Missing you....

His eyes
glisten, glister
Hugs me tight
Waves of Reunion
 The toodle-oo moment 
His eyes change, stolid stare
Tears trickling, cheeks moistened
 Weightless drops, heavy on my soul 
Tidal Wave of separation engulfs me

( This is an Etheree.  Etheree is a ten-line poetry ascending in syllable count for ten unrhymed lines. It’s attributed to an American poet, Etheree Taylor Armstrong of Arkansas. An Etheree should focus on one idea or subject )

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Saturday, 9 May 2015

The Beginning!

Midnight oil burns
Eyes swollen
Turned into a cognitive miser
Sleep stolen

The night became continuous
Days are discreet
Probability of staying awake
Post dinner, Strollers brainstorm on the street

Tangential goes the lesson
The 4P, and the 7C
Learnt to hide the rumples 
Confidence is the key

Pressure became a croon
Surprising is the fact
'Conditioning' is the deal 
The mind signs the pact

The dream and the pain
They heavily fought
Marginal rate of substitution
Cuts the Gordian knot

Gobbled the word exhaustion
Let the blood and flesh depreciate a bit
Future account is the impetus
Market value will be a hit

Maximising utility
That's the theme
Moulding oneself into a T
That's the scheme
The glorious end beckons
Clears the wooley sky
The choice I made
Hits the bulls eye.....

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Saturday, 25 April 2015


I would crawl back in my cocoon
Shielding myself from the rest
Worried more of other's thoughts
But, not put myself to test

Weakness, I keep to myself
Potraying an image that's not I
Start living in duality
Wary of the snoopy eye

The inhibitions, Can I shed
The false image, Can I tear
The reactions, Can I unhook
The naked truth, Can I bear

I can shield, I can cover
There's nowhere, I can run
An affirmative to the epochal questions 
Life is sorted, and done

The unflinching move to do the dare 
The penchant to break that shield
The sublime beauty of the emerging self 
An unmeasurable yield!

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Friday, 3 April 2015

Final week to B school....

7 more days
The friends will finally meet
All in a frame
Worked into a frenzy
An excitement, none can beat
The chance to add that fiery brand
Long cherished and dear
The odyssey is the enlivener
Game for the fun filled year

A heavy billowed heart, 
Calling family a bye
The cheerful greet, The sweet embrace 
Repairs the melancholy
Crafts the relationship pie

Hand in Hand, we will march
And in chorus we will sing
The pledge to back each is the totempole
Apprehensions get a ding

A deal to keep the flame alive
To walk the sinuous wire
Few bottlenecks might exist 
But we will wade through the mire

The end beckons, 
And we cruise on
The resplendent orange flame bombards the sky
Signalling a new dawn....

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Monday, 23 March 2015


I look at my kid...the innocence seems to spill over. The ethereal beauty of his face, his yearning of coming close and playing with me (till eternity).......ohh my, when he sleeps, his embrace - the magical touch of his says so many things; the sense of protection that he feels - anything and everything, demons, witches, and even his mama that come his way - baba is the sentry, who will build an impregnable wall around him, redirecting everything away.....I pocket HAPPINESS.

The other day, I asked him -  what do you like in me? He didn't even bat his eyelids to generate the impromptu answer: baba, I love everything of you. I hugged him tight, tears moistening my eyes.....I pocket HAPPINESS

He overhears, and could only distill that baba wants to get into some school by the name IIM. Every night, before dozing off, he would say -  baba, mark my words, your dream will come true. I would pat him gently, laughing to myself - Innocence is bliss. When I received the final admit, overjoyed I took him in my lap and spilled the news. He didn't show much excitement, and matter of factly said he knew it would happen. A bit wary, does this kid even know what and how much it takes to get into IIM? Smiling, I asked him, how could you be so sure? He with his casual promptness showed so much of assertion in responding to this: "Everyday, I told god, who resides in my heart, give my baba the thing which he wants because my baba is too good, and god if you don't, I will break my friendship and won't allow you to reside in my heart". I hugged him tight, tears trickling down....I pocket HAPPINESS.

Wednesday, 18 March 2015


Mom, I yen to utter
The deaf ear, the closed shutter
Papa, can you not hold 
The blind eye, the response in cold

Where did u all go
I sit, looking down the lane
Will you not come back
One two three....I count in vain

I didn't do any mischief
I wasn't at a fault
Why is God then so fumed
Why did he pick my vault?

Am I a slough, 
Which needs to be torn
Or, A case
That is just forlorn

Questions, trivial, spin round the morn
Why were I called the angel, when I was born?

My wails have lost its sound
The heavy grief, I have started to bear
A shadowy figure down the lane
The footsteps of mom, getting near....

I'm moved at the plight of the innocent bunch of tulips, the so-called orphans ( how can they ), at Liberia....

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Saturday, 7 March 2015

The Painted Lady....

Veins pierced, the blood is drained
Colourless I, the heart is grained
The painted lady- I, an anathema to all
Turned into a flesh pot, a risque ball

The ghostly night sneaks, stalking as an owl
The little lily deflowered, no one picks the howl
Stare at the bed, in a fluffy weightless state
The ruckles on the sheet, my only soul mate

Sit by the granite table, looking through the pane
Empty I, name-identity all lost down the lane
Sucked in the vicious circle, I yen for the dawn
The dim auroral glow, the fear of darkness gone

The hex will be broken, all will stop to leer
Women empowered, I hear the growing cheer!!!

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Saturday, 28 February 2015

My Father....

Hopeless and Delicate, I
The reassuring croon
Solutions perched
The tutelar touch
Like soft petal 
Accomodating the tiny dew drop
A parasite me nourished
The host drained 
Smile intact, Rumples hidden 

Ominous nebula cuts the blue sky 
The heavy deluge
Outside, I stand
I yearn, I pine
The umbrella
He will hold
Incessant wait
The river of tears
The pang of Gross truth 
I shlep myself towards the open door
Looking in

Dad, I miss u.........

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Saturday, 21 February 2015

The Solitude....

The impish grin!!!
A hellish union
Conspiracy on the roll 
Dreams crumble
Sanity on toll 

The stinky cage
Dungeons of desolation, He fears
Try not to flee
The shushed whisper, He hears

Loser, Loner
The words ring
The escapade
A wishful thing

The Armageddon
The trumpet blows
Life infused
A radiant glow

Cage walls crack
Shushed warns fade
The dawn's refulgent beam
Orange and red

The freedom
He devours
The triumph
He basks
Speaks to self
All thoughts merged
The blissful splashes of solitude
The soil of loneliness purged!!!

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Monday, 16 February 2015


All the nastiness inflicted upon me
I hanged on, And chose not to see
I could hear the giggle, Turning into a roar
Silence prevailed, Will I ever near the shore

The pent up anger, I wanted to open the gate
Endurance at its limit, I started cursing my fate
Tears trickled down, And wet got my cheek
Silence prevailed, Will the clock of joy ever tick

The golden rays finally emerge, cutting through the dark
The zephyr is here to stay, The thunder stops to bark
The tide has turned, The avenger inside will now manage the flow 
Silence prevailed, It's the lull before the blow 

A sudden tepidness, And I stop to think
Can I not ignore, and let those thoughts sink
Do they deserve so much of effort, or worthy of this glare
A whirlpool of calmness soaks me up, I move on without a stare

I internalised the notes of silence, A beat so mellifluous and dear
Silence prevails, "Silence is golden" - the byword rings in my ear!!!

Tuesday, 3 February 2015


The pleasant sun, the cool shades, the fragrant air points to one
My tongue can only roll over the word LOVE...see what you have done

I sit on the bench, enjoying the meadows so green
All thoughts open like flood gates, The cuddly moments keep flashing in

The best moment? People dives in the memory heap, scooping something with their try
Ask anyone who has fallen in love, impromptu he goes, without even batting an eye

The wait, the fight, the smile, the effort to look the best
Engrossed in the ripples of love, Let everything be at rest

I wanna get drenched in the air of love, the aroma sweeps me over
I wanna break all the shackles, and wander like a rover

I wander, cry, fall, and laugh with no clue of what I ought to do
The vortex of love engulfs me, drawing me near to you

I never feel the need of a snap, when I move out of your sight
I close my eyes, with arms spread....And can always hug you tight

Sitting at the vantage point, I watch time moving on
Fingers interwined, your head on my lap...we witness, everytime, a new dawn

The astrologer forebode... we, with strikingly opp traits, cannot walk long
Thanks my love....its 10th Anniversary, and we have proved everyone wrong.

Walking is not about miles or days, its about the moments that we share 
Time will fly off for sure, But then no more do I care

The loveboard spins, And at TEN stops the flying dart
I may miss the date, but not the feel....
Happy Anniversary sweet heart!!!