Friday, 30 August 2013

The Queen of His Heart...

... and a princess in mine, no less
That is my younger DIL
(love the way it reads too, in Hindi,
That's Neeti, for you!

Lovely, lissome, with a sense of humour,
Wit that cracks me up whenever, wherever it cracks :D
A generosity of the heart;
Empathy, deep and sincere!

These are her gifts
Ones she shares unconditionally!

She is undoubtedly, the only
Who can tame the Lion
With just a word, a hush
A look!

When all the Mother Lioness can do
Is flail, roar as loud as he
Not to mention, sulk - Lion-size
Just as he!

But she? Oh no!
All she needs is say
Why, A---, Why!

The clouds lift
The frown fades
The smiles return
The Queen, she has quite
Charmed the beast.

n n ash1
Absolutely no quarrel on that!

My dearest gurl
The day you found him
And so us, is when, truly
We've managed to get a lid
On the tetchy and till-then confounding
Situation that arises
When two Leos refuse to back down

Ah, yes, both those aforesaid Leos
Love 'Never Back down'
And so they don't!

You know, of course, exactly what happens
When that happens!

No more, Thank God!
No more!

From the movies to the songs
We've shared and enjoyed
Slices of dialogues we gorged on-
"I'm a gooo gurl I am..."
And the epicness of RDJ...

Wooohoooo, gurl!
Is what you make me say!

There's an uncanny sense of
Sweet sorority, not really maternity
I feel, you know?

You know.
(Now, your Lion's going to have to figure that one out)

There are soulmates, in our friends
In the everydayness of familiarity
In the anticipations we hold
With those we love...

Though, especially,
When they aren't family!

It's never been that way, with you
You're an alter ego;
Someone who's so me, sometimes
That it's a joy
A reaffirmation, if you wish
Of my belief
There does exist, an alter-ego

And, Lo!
She can be family too!

Though, perhaps, too much, there is, then, of us?
Let me hoot a bit here
(I know you're joining me, as you read)

My dearest Neetikutty
Let me this day wish you

Pretty promises that come true
Dreams fulfilling, Monsters running!

Loads of love to envelop you
Linked arms and hearts to catch you
Each time you think
The bottom's going to fall out!

May you be strong, and healthy
May the joys abound
May the goodness of faith protect you
May you always find love.
Always, but always... and then some more.

We love you, dear one!

Happy Birthday!

(26 August, 2013, through 27 August, 2013)
For 30 August, 2013 :)

Sunday, 25 August 2013

Stumbling into Sense

Living on the edge -
Is hardly the way.

So you tell me.

Constant thoughts of flight
Will always gnaw at roots.

Honestly. Honestly?

I shall always wonder, you know,
Why you deem it necessary
That I'd need instruction
To function. 

Indeed. Seriously. 

I've always, but always
Been that fully capable, you see
On my own steam

To stumble
To fall
To then rise.

No, I am not phenomenal.

But. Yes. 

I always will make


For myself. 

P. S. In case you wondered:

That is all I need to do. 

(Forgive me if I don't thank you. )

25 August, 2013

Tuesday, 20 August 2013

Young, Ever!

With you, beside me,

Love, hope, and an open mind -

Young, I'll always be! 

20 August, 2013

Written for the prompt, 'Age', (link)  at the recently discovered blog, Haiku Heights (link)

The blog tells you about Haiku writing, and several samples are there for sheer enjoyment, and for practise as well! More on Haiku writing, given on this blog, here. (link)

Falling in love with Haiku writing, all over again :)

Friday, 9 August 2013

Rain - Again (Haiku)

Thundering, roaring
Pounding on mountains, rooftops
Cleansing, raging, rains!

Tried my hand at Haiku, a favourite form of verse yet again. This time to test something a fellow blogger and awesome poet/writer Aareet had developed, as a sort of Haiku-syllable-counting software.

You'll enjoy trying your hand at creating one!

9 August, 2013

Wednesday, 7 August 2013


The mute appeal of her cry
Would never reach his ear
Would he perhaps, yet, open that eye?
He may, perchance, happen upon
His own tragedy, in her cry.

She stood that distance away
Measuring the miles of silence
That grew each day;
Wishing with all her heart
They could traverse its
Deceitful, beckoning charm.
Silence, that evoked
A hundred different tunes
Of losing, of hoping,
Of being bewitched
So true, that she almost gasped. 

Did he hear that?
Was he listening?
She hoped, she so hoped
With all her heart
He wasn't. 

That silence was her sentinel.

Nothing, ever, should lay
Open, her vulnerable heart. 

Her eyes drew back their touch.
And her voice no longer
Coloured the trails, the wisps
Of their togetherness. 

She walked, alone, proud. 

She became her silence.
She became that sentinel. 

7 August, 2013


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