42 Years Down the lane

Back in those Black and White Days of serene `79,

When my mother was in innocent teen and father had just touched tough 20

There were no Smartphones, nor there was Internet or Selfie

Journey was simple, beautiful and pure

Soon, Father got involved in office and mother in household chore

My mother was a teacher and my father ,a thinker in his prime

I usually don’t write sentences unless they have meaning with rhyme

Yet, this one is special,4 decades of Togetherness,in limited verse,defined

My mother is Effervescent and Eloquent, father is fast on dribbling debates

She learnt to multi task while we grew up fast

He provided us the best education with honesty,honor and wisdom that forever last

She is sensitive,kind and compassionate while he is practical, disciplinarian and minimalist

80s welcomed my elder sister, and with it more memories, madness and change in responsibilities

My mother left teaching and did home classes while father toiled hard to bring us food and comfort

It takes patience, persistence and effort to raise a child

With 90s came the era of Computers. Still my mother was my best teacher

Father was an occasionally Preacher like that Speaking Tree stories in newspaper

What he lacked in words, he showed it in action

Selfless unnoticed tasks he religiously performs

While we children,never woke up without purpose or alarms

Journey of ups and downs,pain and pleasure,success and failure

All endeavored with a hopeful heroic Spirit

Yes, my father is apprehensive, afraid and critical at times and mother a tad too emotional

But together, they made us someone who is clear in conscience, values and science

Another decade beckons you with smile and good health

Staying, learning and growing together is an invaluable wealth

May this journey continue with Color,Courage and Sunshine

Everything is not left to chance, Destiny plays a magical part

In that sweet surreal year of `79,Stars Aligned and it continues to Shine

My reflection of love

I won’t prefer a sonnet,nor do I love an ode

Ah,mystical magical moments rarely demands a structured mode

As I dive deep inside her riveting earthy eyes

Oh stop! I earned a million dollar price

Beyond ordinary senses or touch

We flow together as waves,in blue and pink

Amplitude rise,emotions arise,frequencies sync

She sits with her eyes close

Inside her,infinite serene world she chose

Gently filling her grace and mine

In this dark turbulent times,my sunshine

She is me,I am her

More I absorb,less I can see the separation

She has taken this blissful body,for a special preparation.

My offering,my remembrance,my unconscious utterance

Her dwelling,Her acceptance,Her persistence

Her eternal eccentric energetic existence

She lights up everything with her surreal presence

Then it blurs,And All I see is,

She is me,I am her

A magnificent moment to revere

I won’t try an haiku or prose

Spiritual journey is of special significance

In her,I relish,revere and realise every essence

Let’s end this poem with a beautiful sentence

I am her,she is me,a medium to embrace the divine

Chance to Play

5pm,shoes,socks and hope inside

Taking his sizzling cycle ride

Carefully parks,walks and stand by the side

Smelling the grass,watching a thrilling game

Oh!He is not a part,what a shame

Everyday He watches in regret

Volleys,kicks and slangs on this dew kissed grass

Meekly makes an effort,a pleading sign

Ah,In hesitation, resign

He knows the bends,freekicks and razor reflexes

Why doesn’t he simply ask,is what perplexes

That day,it rained,something within him changed

He gathers courage,to mutter few syllables

Divine was amused by his incoherent babble,heroic yet hysterical

When the blue cap captain gave him a nod

A sign to wait,A glimmer of hope

A chance to play,that delicious dope

5pm,shoes,socks and excitement inside

Taking his steady subtle stride

He runs,reaches and waves at blue cap captain

Smelling the grass,watching the game

Oh,Finally a part,moment of fame

That eventful evening,he grabbed his chance

When Sturdy Sizzler fell into a trance

He entered with an uncomfortable stance

His tryst with football,a riveting romance

Blue cap captain in awe of his swivel and timing

I hope,story made sense with perfect rhyming

Alas! He got a chance to play

5pm,shoes,socks yet,a spirit that shone like a rising Sun

Fall in love again

As I stumble,slip and slow down in pace

I refuse to drown,effortlessly embrace

I can sense this unhealthy risky race

For the day will come again

When my efforts won’t wither away in vain

For now,I find comfort in devouring Twain

Let the words sink again,find a new alley

Life is in wonderful waves, with peaks and valleys

Shall flow again in rhythm and rhyme

Taking a break ain’t a cruel crime

I sit in quiet,contemplate,sipping a glass of lime

As I rejuvenate,recover and reveal

I touch upon this newly found zeal

First mildly,then wildly,immersed in ocean of words

I gently watch those cute colorful birds

I humbly receive,revive and recite my tunes

I wake up,whisper and wish for

Million magnificent moons

I flow with fervour,with a zest for life

For the day has arrived,I dive into those magical words again

Raindrops

This Noon,as glorious Sun is gently masked by notorious grey

On my terrace,I playfully lay

As the first drop from heaven,kiss my brow

Precariously,letting it flow,washing away tears of despair

Bring in health,happiness and hope

As Birds change their Song

I know where I belong

This season brings everything alive

Vibrance,virtue and vitality thrive

As I gaze at a bee-hive near my window

Deep in thoughts,a shock or blow

This first drizzle resolved my puzzle

A sign of prosperity

Nature yearns for respect and restoration of parity

I lose myself in this beautiful weather

Looking happily at a bird’s feather

Sipping a cup of tea

My heart expands to infinity

It calls for you and me to merge

My emotions experience a rythmic surge

As I take in the drops from above

Everything changes after the first shower

I vividly remember this glorious hour

When Nature bestows it’s true power