In Retrospect

Wallowing in time...
That brings back breaths
Of aeons past-
You prompt. You jolt.
I realize. And regret.
At the brilliant needlepoint
Of pain, accrued, in blue,
Sometimes red.
Bled cold with each pin-prick
In crafting this
Unforgiving image of my undoing,

If only there was time
To go back, before
Meeting unnamed destinies-
Time to undo that intricate
Weave, and weft, and warp
Of pain-
Undo, thread by painful
Thread, all my inconsistenties
My selfishnesses, thrust upon you-

A reprieve- at least, this day
I glimpse anew, that design
Of regret-
Knowing, absorbing,
Seeking and receiving
Your forgiveness.

Framed in acceptance,
Kept aside, with quietude-
Only to peek, when again
I may falter...
To guide, when I may lose
Myself, yet again,
Subjugated by insidious
Webs of duties that tie me down.

To seek strength, knowing
That I shall not, again,
Craft, of myself, another such
Mosaic of regret and pain.


25 September, 2011

Jugular

It must be said though I may be only molecular
That any and every effort I make is un-singular

I try and attempt to encourage the exemplar
Without achieving anything in particular

And so with this, rather minute, best-seen-with-a-binocular
Write, I rest my silly rhyme, most un-spectacular
Fearing you might go for the jugular!




11 September, 2011
(Fixated on writing, stubbornly, with "jugular". Sigh. Talk of losing one's mind. Lost my quill too. :D!)

Utopia or Misanthropia??

Was a time, they sighed
When this be a place
Flowed with milk of human kindness
And Honeyed words...

Was a time, he thought
When each rainy June
I'd bungle, burgle and
Flee, no loot to boot...

Is a time, now, we wonder
Where to has fled that milk and honey...
And he wonders, with awe
How I struck lucky this rainy August night
Booty and Loot and all!

Sigh. And Sigh alike
Regret. Rejoice.
This 'wonder' is here to stay!




Garbled scrambled (non)sense :D
1 September, 2011

For You, Neeti :)

Lovely, lissome
And always on the
Brink of Laugher

Charming Grace
Quiet understanding-
Great company on a
Binge of fun and frolic!

Resonating wavelenghts
With the empathy of knowing-
The said, more, the unsaid :)

Daughter Dear-
You are joy, you are light :)
And you are wished dearly
This day...






May God Bless you
Abundandtly
With Love and Success...
May your fount of hope
Never run dry :)
May the brightest colours
Of your Dreams
Weave themselves into
The tapestry of
Happiness, and blessings, always :) :)

Happy Birthday, Neeti :)

30 August, 2011

(The previous post on this page is for Ashwin, my second born, to whom this daughter of mine, Neeti, is engaged :) :) Nicey nice :) :) )

Pride

The words, when you began to speak
Were few, far between, and far fetched.
And fearing, there would be still fewer
I worried, brooded and talked endlessly
To you, at you, for you

Perhaps, I wonder, in hindsight
Were you waiting, till I had finished?
Most likely. I guess. No. I know.
When words came
After I had finally learned to stem the flow
My ears, and my heart filled
Brimming over were your utterances
And my pride.

The first step, so long,
The first word, as long
The rest, they followed,
Making no mistake the first ones did.
Oh boy! Oh boy! Did they not!

All through the years, till this day
I hold it close, I hold you close
Within, without. The pride in you
And all things yours...

A threshold awaits again,
A new road beckons,
Life places before you
New and beautiful destinies
More lovely yet, love unadorned

This day, I long for that tiny baby
In my arms, demanding and fretful
For whom I was the world :) :)
And yet again, this day, I love too
The handsome young man, smiling
At his demanding and fretful mom :) :)

My little one, let Joy and love,
Limitless and boundless
Fill each moment of your life,
May each thing you do be touched
With grace and benediction of the faith
You have, in yourself, and all of us
Who love you...

Happy Birthday, my dearest Ashwin...
Seize the day! Zindagi jo dobara nahin milegi :)






Written on 23 July, 2011
For the 3 rd of August, 2011
Inspired totally by ZNMD :D :D
Thanks for the pic, Malu... took it without prior permission :D

Adrift

Misty morning 

Mooring undone 

I drift. 

Wondering, wandering 

No pier in sight, and yet 

Yet, 

Breakers sound, in the distance 

As your call. 

Home. Harbour. A safe berth. I am born again.

2 August, 2011

Nonsensical yet... :)

Pic: Courtesy Google Image Search