To my Daughter...

Scratches and kicks, and kisses and licks,


And love galore, in those adoring eyes


Some daily new words, that always suffice


To tell me you love me, My sweet little baby


"Papa!", that call, that one little word


That seals our bond, such emotions stirred


Your daily embrace, demanding naught from me


But some love, only love, 'tis not hard to see


Kid, I wish I can be, your superman,your ideal,


And I wish you but understand, the way I now feel;


When the years pass us by, of my weary bones in the breeze


Are all that remain, with wet eyes and memories....

Chains of the Mind

Some see evil on this earth

Some just pain and misery see

Some, the Devil's laughing girth

And some just want to be set free...

Oh, but yonder lies that lea of green

Just past that river, boiling broth

Of all our fears, a fetid screen

To cross which must move them beyond sloth...

Come summer's rain, nor spring's burst

Of life, nor the rains can slake that thirst

Nor winter's white, nor the colors of fall

Can free some minds from being thrall...

What tyranny is this, the flesh demands,

To be touched by God's hand, his true commands

But the mind desists, the mind refrains

It loves too much it's binding chains...

Chingaari un sholo ki...

Hamesha basanti ke saath hi aisa Kyu hota hai,
Kahi pe viru rota hai, kahi jai sota hai
kabhi Gabbar hasta hai, wahi thakur fasta hai
Wahi ramgarh hai, wahi dhanno hai, wahi Rasta hai

Jaha jaane jaaye, maano thode saste hai
Kaalia aur saambha, tab marte hai jab haste hai
Inaam ka khel, do haatho ka Mel
Holi ka rang, ek puraani rail....

Radha ki hasi,fir woh khoon ka kehar
Woh harmonium ki dhun, ek anokhi lehar
Chacha ka andhera, mausi ka basera
Woh tanki pe chadna, us Raat ka sawera....

Woh jailor ke mooch, woh scooter ka gaana
Woh sikka, jise har baar sach hai batana
Woh Sholay, woh angaarey, kya cheez thi janaab
Na kabhi bana tha, na banega, iska koi jawaab....

Rains

Sometimes, these days when I walk by
And when I look into the cloudy sky
There's electricity there, sizzling blue
"Shocking!", I say, its funny but true

These clouds, they gather round and wait
For a man who curses out at all the wetness
And drown him so, with drops of rain
Intruding, seeping, a perfect mess...

It gets into the shoes, and papers too
And bags and purses and mobile phones, new
And causes all around, mayhem, stress
When it ruins a perfectly good new dress

But it offers its moments, romantic, but few
And its stories, under an umbrella, of people two
And moments lost tracing a droplet, of rain
While sipping tea with biscuits, near a window pane...

Conversation with a friend...

me:
good night then to you my friend
the stars and the sky call out the hour
And the moon wails in luminescent yellow
Iridiscent bubbles, magnetic in its power

friend:
How then can I doze and dream
upon this mattress of grass, out here
When worries scar my brow, and in fear
My eyes well up, under the moonlit beam

me:
No matter it is, to worry into the night
For naught has come of anguish, give up
All that is dark, All that you dread
And wait for the morning’s gleaming light

friend:
Ah, This waiting, ’tis what kills, till morning has dawned
The hours, they do not tick away quick enough,
I hide under a blanket, yet, I get the chills
For I find darkness beneath, anddarkness beyond…

me:
Words, They do no good for the broken heart,
Nor are they balm for the burning soul
For what the heart wants, it wants
And nothing else can make it whole...

how do they see

Some people, they see poetry,
everywhere they turn their heads
A flower, a seed, a banyan tree
In swirling seas, in river beds...

In the color of streetlights, row upon row
In the burning tail of a firefly, so yellow
In reds, and greens and violets also
Of everyday objects, and in a rainbow

The birds, the fish,with a plumage hue
Of every known color, against the color blue
There is a poem hidden,  I dont know how
But these people see it & they make you go wow!

I wish I had it in me, the ability to rhyme
The words to describe a scene, To create
In words, those strokes that paint in time,
A timeless picture, my hunger to sate

Yet, such art, it is beyond me,
how some people see
Such lyrical magic, such poetry
In every rock and pebble, 'tis a mystery...

An Ode to my Wife

I see through my eyes,that lovely look she gives

A little glimmer of joy,a little fun, it makes me wanna live

Each day henceforth, towards making her smile

Towards holding her tightly, in my arms all the while...

That happiness in her laughter, which melts me in a flash

That infectious little mischief, inherent, yet a surprise

And I know, I've fallen for her, hard, like I was in a crash

And yet I love the feeling, with every passing sunrise...

My wife, my lovely wife, what a treasure to behold

In sickness and in health, till we both grow very old

I sit here and ruminate, on my blessings tonight,

And I wonder, what more can I do, to bring her some delight...

Yes, A poem, she had asked of me, for her, this night

A lyrical ode, to the love of my life, I must now recite,

What words do I say to her, she means so much to me

Would "I love you" suffice for my lovely lady?

Butterflies

Butterflies

What you want, and what you get...
Are worlds apart, and yet
some day, the horizon must meet,
And that will be a monumental feat..

Of existence, of tolerance, of strength
Of man, to endure, but one more day
To walk this earth, from length to length,
And make for himself, an undiscovered way

There are dreams unexplained, yet recurring still
Of Gold, and treasures, and a flag on the hill
Of so many roads to walk, yet unknown
of skies, unexplored, not yet flown...

There must come the day, just yonder, it will,
It must, it must, I know it must come soon,
When bugles sound out, the war cry, so shrill
The day when the butterfly, breaks out of the cocoon...

How goes your day?

It has but begun, and mornin sun
Has yet to scorch the squalid sky
And chirping birds, aft doth fly
Asketh thou in the evenin, when day has run….

How went thy day, Oh warrior great
In anonymity, in mere mediocrity
And how we spent an hour or eight
Waiting, just waiting with alacrity..

With shaded, eyes searching, searching
For the sun, amidst the clouds dark and mean
For the velvet sky, and the birds perching
And every other thing i thought i had seen…

Ragged breaths, with the innocent morning mist,
Furrowed brows, and with a limp wrist
What good came of today? Who knows how it was spent?
Tomorrow, I will know, how my today went…

We all cry, a little, a little each day
For something, we wish we could have really had
And we all wish,don't we, that we could have today
Been better,been happier, instead of being sad

We all rue in vain, at the speed of time
And as it slips away, we hear that tinny chime
sometimes, too fast, sometimes not enough
sometimes its just right, and yet it seems tough

To not regret,to not feel sad, but why indeed ?
My friend what really matters is that in the end,
Kept there for you, is just round the bend
Yet another day, to live, to succeed...

And spend such sweet spring's days
Smiling, in a blooming flower's path
Instead of in morosity, stuck in a maze
And count our little blessings, and forget our wrath...

Forgotten Friendships

A poem on forgotten friendships for my friends ,whom I could never forget

What friends are we, you and I?
When all we have left to say
To each other, is nothing new,why?
Why do I sense all this today?

Time has driven a wedge,
Between friends, so large, today
That once where we didnt need any words,
Today, none suffice, and we look away

How did that friend's heart know,for sure
When the other heart did beat in love...
When once a sly smile, was all the needed cure,
For every ailment of the heart,but now...

Things do change, and people too,
Discover new ways, to make friends, new
Yet those golden days long gone,
They keep on festering, like a thorn...

A Good Night Lullaby...

May the sweetest dreams come on your way,
May you have a great tomorrow, like you did today..
May you sleep fitfully,happy,with a smile,
And let your mind and body rest,tonight, awhile...

For tomorrow, is another day, hours to go
Who knows about tomorrow, what is there to know?
For today, we did good, we did God proud,
For today, we were happy, I say this out loud

For happiness, is nothing but your dreams coming true,
For joy is being happy, doing what you do,
So dream, my dear, dream, in vivid colors bright,
And sleep, my dear, sleep, as I wish you a good night...

From those sepia tinted days,
Of my golden memories,how
Can that single smile, a word of praise,
Yet remain so fresh,even now...

When the seeds of a distant dream,
Was sown, and how today I ponder,
When I see it come true, I wonder
What magic worked its way,unseen...

How someone's faith, held true,
As now I stand here before you
And the unseen hours,that someone spent, for me
That little dream, it grew like a tree...

And today, with a smile when I look back,
Through those old pictures, white and black,
I thank the Lord for his blessings,merciful,
That he deemed it fit, to give me a guardian angel,so beautiful...

Wrapped tight across, in a thick blanket,
of silence, we sit together
And wait and wait, for the ice to break
With awkward glances here and there, and whether
You would begin, or 'twould be me
To even say, "what lovely weather!"
And I look at your eyes,they hold such promise,
But those ungrateful words fail me,
when I need them the most
You suddenly turn your head my way,
my heart's in an awful mess
I look away, unwillingly,and I think I can see
An inward smile, a sigh of relief,
You too don't know what to say...
I pick up the courage, I sit up straighter,
You pick up your bag, get up to go
I wish I had said it,sooner than later
But suddenly you smile! And suddenly I know,
As you wave goodbye today, I know what to do
There's always tomorrow, when I'll wait for you...

Random Thoughts

The random wanderings of an empty mind,
Take me,on a journey queer
To know and feel,what i've never seen
To places far and near...

I remember the past, like celluloid strips,
And sometimes create some stories new
I feel like I'm the master of the ship,
But I knew not how the winds blew...

I think of stories, and poems, and more
And yet I don't know why,
I somehow feel maddened to the core
And I feel my mind run dry...

Oh, 'tis good to be working hard,
To perspire, to feel the sweat upon my brow,to stand tall,
And bask in the glory of just reward
But now that i think it feels much better, to not have to work at all...

Something's not right,
I've been thinking all night,
I've been thinking all day,
But it just won't go away...

Seems I can't get over it,
That something's missing somewhere
And I know there's something more to it
,Than just a feeling that's there...

And I wish i could put my finger on it,
And say,"the trouble's here",
And i'm angry cos I can't get to it,
When I feel that i'm so near...

I hate that nagging part of my brain,
That says, "something's wrong!",
And another night, I lay awake in vain;
Till morning comes along...

Waiting....

So I'm waiting for a sunrise,

I'm waiting for another day,

I'm hoping to hear something nice

Tomorrow, if not today....

I can see the stars, I can see them shine

I can see them mock me, I can see their smile,

I can see their lines, a design divine

Even if it took me a while..

And it happens, every night, while I wait,

For the words to come to me; I hope

As I watch the clouds dance with a telescope

For the words that illuminate.....

The hours, they tick, they tock, they fade

And down goes more sand in the hourglass

And I wait in vain, and I wait in vain

Oh 'twere better to watch the growing grass....

God's Handiwork...

The beauty of a golden sunrise,
is impossible to describe,to collect,to capture
It has to be seen,with the mind's inner eyes
And felt,in all its imperious rapture...
Many such creations, of God's holy might
A tiger's cub,an eagle's flight,
An elephant,an ant,
an owl in the night...
In the ocean's blue,swim a hundred whales,
A butterfly's rainbow,
A millipede's walk,
And yet we know not a million other tales...
Of snow-capped mountains,of ravines,
of a calm glittering lake,
And swift flowing rivers, and the rivulets they make,
Of acres of orchards, and flowers in bloom
Of soft velvet moss, just woven in God's loom...
Like dewdrops, like fine mist,like a falling snowflake,
Like the sun kissed sands of a beach,like the summer rain;
We see His unseen hands, every moment awake
These are moments to rejoice, to praise Him again...

Christmas time...

I sing with hope,
a merry song
That happy tidings may come,
And hope I get to stay up long
Long enough to see Santa come...
Red ribbons, wrapping, mistletoe
And cake,and cookies,and so much more
'Tis time to rejoice, to let everyone know
The season's joys, to raid a candy store!
'Tis Christmas time, all happiness surrounds
The world,in pure white snow;
'Tis Christmas time,when love abounds;
And comes wrapped up in a neat little bow...
Its the time when families re-unite,
Come together to feast and pray,
But it tears my heart,to see an orphan's eyes
Oh woe,to be alone on Christmas day...
07:07pm, Wed 15-12-2010