Friday, 30 January 2009

A Realization!

When silence speaks
A thousand tongues,
My words can speak
But one.

And though my heart can
sense Eternity,
Beating in tandem
with yours-
Why do my eyes seek
And probe
And question?

The Language of Love
Perhaps, is one
I need to understand;

And Still shall I be
I know, when I
Permeate and flow
As water-
As Life.
When I meet you
Where you have always been.

In me.

18 February, '08


A re-post :) Just to share again, from the Ones Lost in the Pile :) :)

Monday, 26 January 2009

Daughter Dear!

And one day

I was blessed
With a daughter dear!

Delightful darling!
She grew up too fast!

And today she stands
A bedecked, beautiful bride.

The sweetest smile;
Shy, and yet, that
Mischievous look,
When she raises her eyes!

Exchanging vows-
Oh my, my baby,
Now a wife!

A tear falls-
Hers, in mine.

No matter that
She now weds;

I'll always be blessed
With this daughter dear!

22 September,'07


As I have mentioned before, no, I do not have my very own daughter :) But the ways of the world are strange and blessed; found myself given the gift of at least two daughters...who I know ought to have been mine :) And so, they are :) :)

No, this verse does not subscribe to the theory of a mother losing her daughter at her marriage; rather this celebrates the occasion of her having found someone, (really :)), and our happiness. Dear One, S, I am so happy for you... cannot really tell you how much! May you be blessed to be together as peas in a pod :) :)

This also is to share my anguish over what is happening to Mother India's Daughters by those who have appointed themselves guardians of her Morality! Foolish men, who know not, the meaning of that word, of that succor that comes from a woman, their mother, sister, wife, daughter, friend!

Daughters dear, do not give up believing in yourselves

Do not lose the faith, that you are in every way equal

Do not cower in the face of brutalities of the real cowards

Daughters dear, men are, because you are!

Bless you!!

A Republic Day Honour :)

In the tricolour of the Nation
Is borne the strength of a peoples

The sanctity of a saffron spirit
Seeking to express the divine within
Soliciting care, and depth of experience
Protector of a benediction of Heritage divine!

The Purity of white, that sees all!
That carries a universe of hues
That reflects the purity back
From whence it pours, on a land welcoming!

The fecundity of a green, ever fresh
In the prolific innovation,
In the creative renewal
In minds, souls and hearts, ever warm!

On a day such as this
When the land rejoices a birth
A coming of Age, once more
Let me too join, with a flight
Of the Tricolour, dreaming dreams
For my Land, hoping hopes
To ever shine, and be uplifting.

For, as with a Nation, it is
A day to celebrate, a treasure
A gift, of warmth, of appreciation
Of Honour, most high!

And this is in Thanks to the spirit
And creativity of Balvinder Singh
Who designed and awarded this
Beautiful motif;
Indebted Sir, and much more than that
Glad that in someway one shares
A common platform where perspectives
Meet, mingle, find acceptance and Grow!

Thank you Sir!


25 January, 2009

The Citation

On the eve of the Republic Day of our country, i take this opportunity to present this award to my blogger friends who have made a difference by writing their frank opinions in their blogs as well, as in the comment columns of other blogs. These bloggers have not written any sensational or luscious stories to attract traffic to their blogs, but they have put down in prose as well, as verse, whatever they have felt strongly about, may it be about their personal lives or about a burning issue of the society. The sole purpose of their writing has been to make a difference. I wish that their ideas may fructify and bring a change in the society for better. I salute them all.

Salutes to you too Sir!

Sunday, 25 January 2009

To Just Be!

Just the other day
My breath caught
As I met your
Warm gaze.

That knowing smile
Simply lit my day,
And my heart sang
In sheer pleasure of being!

A quirky thought then
Flitted through my mind-
So this was what was
Meant to be - this

Was what I dreamed up
Those many many
Million moments ago-
In my dreams, my hopes...

A naive foolish dream
My young-girl's-heart thought,
Never for a moment realising,
Her heart had seen

And met, and known
The blessing of the Infinite,
The sureness of believing
In the Wonder of you!

And in that warm gaze
That now touches me, I feel it too -

Every step we've taken,
Every choice we've made,
Separately, unknowingly
Has led to this threshold

Of a day that burgeons
With unspoken vows
We never need to make now,
For we made them before
Our eyes even met-

When our hearts knew
So long ago, in time;

You and I were meant to be
Just be,
With no yesterdays
And no tomorrows-

Just be!

19 June, '07

Friday, 23 January 2009

Growing Up!

She wrinkled her
Pert nose-

Please? Let me!

No! You taught me,
And now, I will!

But your soft hands...
And the nails you grew...!
So what, they'll grow back again!

Daddy dearest, No!
I will change the flat tyre!

23 September, '07


Perhaps you might like this?

Growing Old Together!

Thursday, 22 January 2009

A Window with a View!

The early morning sun peeks in
through the window
It withdraws just as quickly.
The fiery red sobers
to a pale gleam
that turns the dewdrops on the grass,
on the cobwebs in the garden
into liquid pearls…
winking momentarily before

dappled sunshine on the lawn
on the bougainvillea dominating the centre,
on the flower beds, a riot of colour and perfume!
Butterflies flitting from flower to flower
Their wispy wings aflame with colour in the sun!
Looking magical…

The cat- black with white socks, tawny eyed
writhing in obvious pleasure, pausing now and then
to fix a cunning eye on chirping sparrows nearby!

The sun blazing down mercilessly-
a curious stillness in the air-
no butterflies, birds, or cat, on the lawn…
total inactivity… in sultry scene…

Long slanting rays of the sun disappearing
over the far horizon.
The sky adorning hues of myriad colours
in rapid succession-
from pale yellow, a sudden flaming crimson-gold
to a pastel pink… till finally
shades of grey touch the
feathery clouds high above,
before darkness descends completely.

Birds flying home, silhouetted against
this colourful skyscape!
Raucous crows squabble, beyond the lawn
Chattering mynahs, magpies join melodiously..
Eventually, inevitably, they too settle peacefully,
As the first glares of the street lamps
blots the pearly glow of twilight!

And then it is Night-
sometimes dropping down in a
swish of silk
sometimes descending heavily
as a curtain…
The grand finale, at the end
of a long run!
An occasional firefly flashes signals
a blind bat swoops past with a whisper of wings..
a dry leaf scuttles crisply in the breeze…
Moths, dragonflies, insects swarm the street lamps.

Against the midnight blue sky-
stars twinkle invitations: irresistibly!
Night, an immense dark satin cloak
studded with diamonds
protecting the Earth!

The world sleeps, the hours go on-
The Window remains open
The panoramic views change
Always different, always enchanting.
Always magical.
Always inspiring…

Could it be…
My Window to Heaven?

30 September, ‘82

Pictures, curtsey:

Looking back on an adolescent piece :) And trying things out with the scheduled post, and publish to draft to schedule :) :) The pictures have all been taken from Google Images. I cannot find the real original ones of the window and lawn and house TA-5 where we lived, and had that bougainvillea, and the cat we called "Yellow" for the colour of his eyes :) Every detail outlined here is for real, and I guess that is why this is a treasured write :)

Wednesday, 21 January 2009


A wounded bird
Abandoned and

He tried too hard-
They said.
Not knowing he
only wanted his
sole self freed.

He sinned and
paid the price,
They crowed
Not knowing how
much their inner voices
Fools, don't you realize
he only tried to make you see!

A patch of shade
Thankfully graced
his self.
Weary, yet serene,
he looked up-

Still pleading.
A prayer, spontaneous
escaped his parched self.

Forgive them, dear Lord
For they know not what they do.

The utterance sealed his fate-
As the angry mob descended
in a dark cloud.

It was time.
He simply surrendered.

To live again a thousand times
In each heart, that pecked him
to oblivion.

25 August, 07


Monday, 19 January 2009

Curtain Call :)

It's been a great day out,
And the show was great
Wasn't it?

Wearing words
Flailing quills
Battling notions
Breathing emotion

Tumbling in
And then out,
At the end of this
Fine fine day,

I take the Curtain Call
To say Thank you
Thank you, and
Thank you :)

I dip a curtsy
I make that bow too
I am charmed by you too
You see :) :)

For I should not be here
Saying these silly sweet nothings
If it weren't for you
And all your Wonderful Somethings!

*Waving flying kisses*

Thank you dear visitors
And readers
And blog hoppers:)

God Bless and
God Speed!

19 January, 2009


In thanks for all the honour of the awards :) Do drop by and pick up yours, if you haven't already :) :)

Sunday, 18 January 2009

Found, then Lost!

Found, I am.
By you.
Lost, I am.
To myself.

And that, perhaps,
Is why
I shall have to
search till Eternity-

If I so wish.
If I ever wanted
to meet Me again.

Happily enough,
I don't really want to.

I'd rather keep you.

17 September, 07


A re-post from Writer's Lounge, where I had posted it a while ago. Waiting for the muse to reach out again! And also trying out the Scheduled Post Options to see if it works. Just discovered it with the previous post:)

Friday, 16 January 2009

For Faith

Bridging the gap
With a million thoughts;

Making that leap of Faith
And landing three-legged,
On Love, and Trust and Hope...

Knowing all else shall follow.

It wasn't easy,
Letting go of dogma;
It's harder yet
To stay sane,
Despite Love,
When my heart becomes
A rugged ground-
Raw and Earthy;

Lost in a maze
Of self-recriminations...

Fighting to stay above
The Water;
Fighting to keep the Faith...

In that battleground, called Life,
For me,
Faith is the strongest soldier.

The only one,

The Achilles Heel.

4 February, '08

Wednesday, 7 January 2009

The Honour of Proximity!

It is but a world, virtual
And yet, how utterly real...
In terms of time, space, and
Endless entities,
One meets oneself:

Sometimes in another's voice
Sometimes in the feeling it evokes
Sometimes, just a whiff of its fair breeze...

For, Camaraderie
Blessed am I!
Virtually real, and
Really so special!

For acknowledgement
Of that knowing and the sharing

For Proximity of notions
Beliefs, and the sense of humanity!

Thank you dear friends
Indian Homemaker and
Hitchwriter, and Deeps too
for an honour
Richly appreciated
And humbly received!

7 January, 2008

Thank you very much, IHM and Dhiren and Deeps. Honoured, truly. And in keeping with the tradition, I would like to pass these awards forward to ...
Edited to add: Honourned to receive from Rukhiya too..:) Thanks dear girl!!

The Citation of the Proximity Award

These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.

It gives me deep joy to share this with eight other friends

for ever inspiring, motivating, appreciating, and most of all for the gems of poetry he shares. Who would say that he's an engineer? An awesome poet, to the core.

For her brilliance of expression, in verse and prose. A doctor in the making, a litterateur by instinct, a dancer too, her work gives me gooseflesh!

The voice that speaks up for those without one, adds more to those who do have one, instigates one to go on forward, and be an Indian :)

Yer another doctor in the making, a bright spark of life, in letters, feelings emotions, and the energy of her imagery in verse!

for the Sheer and Simple joy that transmutes and transmits itself from her poetry to your inner self. She is akin to a Sufi poet, for me :)

Prabhu Dutta Das
for the most amazing comments, :), and the posts he shares on his space :)

His verse appeals, his notes give warmth, and he always leaves you with Peace!


The Solitary Writer, Stephen
for the way he relentlessly explores frontiers of writing, in poetry, prose and fiction!

Edited to add:
Since I have been kindly awarded this one again from Rukhiya, and Shail, I would also like to add these bloggers , who have in some way touched me with their work, for the veracity of their writing, and the passion with with they LIVE

Rakesh Vanamali,
for his measured and even pace of writing, his numerous tributes to persons known and unknown, and for some lovely nostalgic memories of Ooty he brings to me!

Aareet Krsna
for visions conjoured with words and letters, engaging one in thinking out of the box and at the same time dishing out some extraordinary poetry!

Meena, or Winnie the Pooh :)
Amazing poetry, beautiful blog, and the warmest of words to share!

Sanket too, for his
Verses that create visuals startling and beautiful! His word play and

Corinne Rodrigues
For narrative and verses of inspiration she shares with us!

Man In Painting
His incisive use of words, that enchant, and create a hundred different mirrors to reflect meaning, is simply out of this world. In each of his pieces there is a painting in words!

Amit Khanduri
A Naval Officer, who has strong views, writes beautiful poetry and thought provoking prose. Some great reviews too!

Congratulations to you all dear friends. Do pass it onward !!


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