WONDER

WONDER

I wonder at the wonder of this child, 

who plays with bubbles all around, 

wondering where they came from,

 when the source is just at hand. 

I wonder if we were just the same ,

in that age of innocence,

when pebbles were more precious than stones, 

when sketches more precious than notes. 

In that age it seems 

were inherent all the joys of life. 

When love was not conditional,

When we were away from toils of life.

Like a Leaf

Like a Leaf


Be like a leaf,
Leave everything
That has passed.

What was Said,
What was Did.
Evaluate-
Be honest to your own self.

Be like a leaf
That travels on
Troubled waters of
Swollen river
Till the time
It can keep its balance.

Keep it
Maintain it
Strive for it
Keep on.

Don't let yourself drown
for some silly mistake.
For once a leaf drowns
it can never resurface.

Extrapolate

Extrapolate

The ocean churns
And heart burns
leaving scars on the face.

It looses lustre,
 glamour and shine
Burns like Pyre till it dies.

Cannot we extrapolate?
 Learn from others' lives
Or our very own mistakes.
Thus taking clues from the past
Make arrangements
To light the future.

Oh! Come dear heart
Let me listen to you,
Let us spend some time together.

Till now
We have never really been together!

Today let me hear
Why you burn
And
Why does the ocean churn?

Rainbows Are For Real

Rainbows Are for Real

When it Rains
and the Sun shines
i know
Rainbows are for real .


When the world is at War
and Soldiers come home
i know
Rainbows are for real .

When i am sad
and you come home
i know
Rainbows are for real .

It takes a Life Time

to Love with all Heart
When it comes back
i know
Rainbows are for real .

Life Moved On

Life Moved On

I stopped somewhere 

And the life moved on.

Since then 

Witnessing it,

Confessing it,

Living it.

Living it?

Or trying to do so?

Trying to submerge into it

or

Letting it seep within me.

I never met it again

Since the day it left me.

I trace back my steps

in the life past.

And try to catch hold

of the moment it left me.

But I find no particular day,

no particular moment,

no hour, minute or second-

for it left me in parts.

Yes!

It is still moving on-

Moving ahead of me.

And I, try to catch it-

Everyday.

Published in Neelambra, P.G.D.A.V College (evening) Magazine ,2007

Experience of Life

Experience of Life

The golden of your hair

melts in your kurta

which loosely caresses

your body -----

which embodies

a soul- sweet and innocent

turned bitter

at the experience of life.

The old- fashioned 

gold earrings

speak of the legacy

of royals

who suffered

back- stabbing

and turned bitter

at the experience of life.

Your gait reminds me

of the lost world charm

Your smile twists your lips 

which once tasted nectar

turned bitter 

at the experience of life.

Your milky complexion

Smooth texture of the skin

Light brown eyes

and tall stature

are witness to the heavenly place

which now-a-days has

turned bitter

 at the experience of life.

The Other Side of the Globe

You are there 

Just a click away

Watching the same channel 

as I am.

Just now 

Either you will call me

or

I will.

And we would discuss

as usual

What is done since morning

What is to be done in the rest of the day.

How I wish

We were together

sitting and chatting

over a cup of tea.

But, then

I realize

Neither would you call me 

nor would I

for you now are 

on the other side of the globe.