Friday, November 20, 2009

Dedicated to my cousin on her 60th birthday

For your big day
I wrote a lovely tune
But it got buried
Underneath a big tomb

So one day, sat I
With my thoughts and wishes
To extract that tune
From the heap full of richness

Slowly unfolding
The layers of the verse
Songs exposed within were
Of your kindness and your love

One song I remember
Had fragrance of your cooking
With bloated tummy we sat
Overeating, lip-smacking

Another was laced
With your laughter and your grace
That reverberated across miles
Do you remember the embrace?

Verses spoke of your concern
Were shared by everyone
Questioning, periodically
You asked if all was well

Deeply concerned
To bring comfort and charm
At very tiny injury you were
Greatly alarmed

Cared you may not
For your own little joys
But happiness you could give
To those whom you surround

On this your milestone day
Of your 60 odd years
My wishes overloads
With joyous happy tears

May you always be the one
Who is pleasant and nice
A sister, soft spoken
With a tag of 24k gold price.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The Sun Set




On a cloudy day
I wished for a moon
But suddenly
The sun peeped
Pushing the clouds aside
Mirroring its reflection on
Vast Ocean beneath
Grinning loudly
Blinding me
Waving me a warm goodbye, for
Unless the sun
Don’t climb to go down
The moon may not arrive

Friday, November 13, 2009

Living Abroad




Yes, You are right
Its beautiful out there
life is cool with so much
luxuries and no cares, but
Cold parathas from freezer
No helpers all day
All earnings stowed in insurance
Not seen a smile all day
Why must I stay in a foreign land ?
My life could be wasted this away

Friday, November 06, 2009

If I were a baby again




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If I were a baby again
I would crawl to a nearest IT home
The tricks of net, having learnt in womb
Would know the paths to a twitter zone

Would surf the net for branded sets
And shop for diapers on my own
Of pinks and greens or blues and
Browns, scented with perfumed rose

Would chat with babies of other world
Share cuddles, airs, coos, and burps
With fingers tracing on a screen
Would exchange messages of our love

Would form a group of baby gang
To stop the rhymes of silly tones
Who cares what Ba Ba Blacksheep sang
Would hum film tunes into our phones

So glad would I be in that infant mode
In fantasy world of fairies and gnome
Eat virtual meals and ice-cream cones
Playing games sans smashing all our bones

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Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Fishy World


It’s a small world in a fish tank

Swimming in limited waters
With supply of air in a smaller dose
Fish knows not
The beauty behind the globe

Foolishly
Haphazardly
It moves
Not reaching any goal

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