Monday, December 14, 2015

Salman Khan Verdict

With teary eyes
Verdict they watch on small screen
Mother and son
Justice not done
When money talks
Demons walks
Who can punish
an idol icon tag
There are celebrations at home
of popular man
greeting exchanged
on glass of beer
new projects will begin
blockbusters and success
More money will roll
in rich man's hands
What a clever man
no sword can touch
if you know the tact
of stretching loose ends
long arms of law
are not too long
to reach the injured souls
of dusty lands
Being human
the least he could do
is upgrade the family
of the perished man

One Day We Will Have Residential Home For Mentally Challenged

Soon, very soon,
We will acquire a piece of land
in Kharghar, NaviMumbai
where we hope to built
a residential home for Special children,
With parents dead, siblings busy
They will have no one who really cares
Special Children
Forever they remain
an innocent child
with feeble mind
although their body grows
like stronger man.
Who will care for those children?
Who has time to spare?
Who will add smile when they feel lonely and bare?.
We will
We want to
We have a team who care and share
Sheltered workshops, safe envirnoment,
professional health care
The future holds good...
but first the funds.
without money one can never
realise dreams that are tough
Praying hard
that we are able to collect
enough funds
May Lord send us
who can help us
to buy that piece of land.....

Rain God

Wrote this poem when city of Chennai was paralysed by heavy rains

Rain God
You are one angry child
Who knows not to be
Within limited bounds
Few showers now and then, when shed
Is always a welcome change
You pour like crazy, days and nights
Soak up all comfort with unlimited range
I wish I could push your clouds
And steer it to some drier planes
Bring relief to those troubled souls
Who slept not for several days


The salesman at the store
knows not
who the real clients are
pays more attention to a well dressed woman
in branded clothes
answering all her stupid questions
while the common man
looking at each merchandise
evaluating its worth
does he need it?
can he afford it
the thoughts churn in his mind
against all odds
to buy or not to buy
with nobody to guide him
he finally makes up his mind
picks up the object
pays at the cash register
The salesman still stands explaining
the value of the article
to the woman
who had come
just to while away her time

Why Complain

We are born into this world to enjoy happiness and universe tries to provide us all...
the birds come chirping in the morning..
the flowers bloom under sunshine..
moonlight comes to bring us a peaceful sleep..
but if we still prefer to complain n bathe under self pity.
.what can anybody do???

Monday, September 14, 2015

Mobile Mania

When I stared at my phone uselessly
I walked into a different world
Saw not the world pass by
Nor heard the whispers
and the sounds of loved one

They were
anxiously waiting to converse with me

I lost the precious moment
I was too busy
in the virtual world

Of my own

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Some thoughts on Independence

Independence is that you speak your mind 
without any fear
be self reliant, 
be able to carry your own cross.

Independence is to recognize other people rights 
stop judging them for their weakness and 
their differences 
because you will never know 
what that person is going through, 
why he behaves in that particular manner.

Independence means that you continue 
to follow the right path and 
follow your heart. 
There is no need to get influenced and 
change your path in order 
to please others.

Independence is to live and let live........

Happy Independence day!!!

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Birthday Cake

Birthday cake
sweet and soft
lights up the twinkle
in the child's eye
What excites him more?
the candles that stand
like soldiers
with orange flickering cap
that vanishes with
a whiff of wind from his throat
or is he happy with musical sounds
like magic band
in rhythm
with a birthday song?
He squeals with joy
as he slices up pieces
of soft flesh
and relishes the strawberry
n chocolate flavor
his contented face so infectious
that I wish there was a
reason to celebrate
with a piece of cake

‪#‎celebrations‬ ‪#‎birthdayCake‬ ‪#‎poetry‬ ‪#‎WordsTellStories‬

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Pain Please Don't Come Back

Pain came..
like an unwanted guest
stayed for five days then
away it went
I didnt care
I had better things to do
didnt get time to pamper it
nor was there enough room
to accomodate it in my mind
I went on with my life
as if it were not there
it pinched my ribs
hammered my bones
left rashes all over my skin
like rowdy child
it created much uproar
starved of attention
it finally left
I am hoping
Pain never comes back...

Saturday, May 16, 2015

We Are Friends Again

Today after long time
I saw your presence 
A comment on my post
That you are angry no more
I knew you would be back
Life had seemed gloomy 
When you walked away
right after I mumbled poisoned words
You shut the door
Banged it right across my face
Before I could explain 

and change my words
To a more flowery shade.
I am glad you are back
Now pick up the phone
Lets chat again
Like we used to

Virtual world is for strangers
We are real friends again…..

Sunday, May 10, 2015

May - The Blessing

May there be no road accidents due to drunk driving
May the pavement dwellers find new home
May there be no poverty on the streets
May there be law and order in the city
May every women walk fearlessly on the road
May no man cry at the birth of girl child
May every man leave some space for woman to breathe
May every person live and let live
May brings flowers back on the trees
May brings freshness and fragrance in air
Maybe there will be rain and thunderstorm
Maybe not
May is warm, May is calm
May is when kids travel for a song
May you understand and stand by truth
May you respect and accept the verdict
May you find peace and move on

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Nepal Tragedy

The help is on its way
hold on. keep faith.
Doctors will come
your wounds will heal
the food is packed too
we care for you
Mother nature was cruel
without warnings it split its bosom
its anger flung in all directions
lt lost its mind
like wild animal
thoughtlessly spewing wrath
on men, women, child
but you dont lose hope
togather we will built a new world,
Tears cannot bring back what
is lost forever
but something can be revived
and restored
we will try
and bring back smiles
back into your lives

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Poetry Challenge Month Day Fourteen Sense Of Ending

‪#‎NaPoWriMo‬ prompt: Sense of ending
Last time I met him
He had packed his bag
His hair still ruffled
A drop of sweat on his neck
He said he needed to go
To be with the nature
To explore the rough hills
To climb the peak
What could I say?
Silently I went in the kitchen
Wrapped chicken sandwich
Just for a day
Take good care of yourself
Do not stress much
Eat proper meals everyday
He didn't seem to care
Was uncomfortable at my stare
With a quick uncomfortable hug
Faltering steps, he was gone
To follow his dream
The news screamed images
Of broken streets
Crumbled houses
Shattered glass panes
Cruel nature sometimes
Has bad temper
Where is he?
Hope he is safe
Hundred thoughts come buzzing
In my mind
I stare blankly at the screen
With silent prayers
Lingering on my lips
I look closely at every dusty face
Some rescued
Some still under debris
Where is he?
Hope he is safe
Too scared to know
I shut my eyes in tight anticipation
With trembling fingers
I send quick message on facebook page
Where are you?
Hope you are safe
No answer

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Poetry Challenge Month Day Thirteen IF Only I Could Sleep At Night

If only I could sleep at night
Morning seems far away
The train rattles softly over the rails
Fear engulfs me when I hear soft murmurs
Of strangers, heart skips a beat
Child lets out a loud shrill
His mother fast asleep

Rat scurry on the floor nibbling at food
Dropped carelessly
Silent night, the train has stopped
I look through window, see isolated scene
A hooded man sits with bend head, sips hot coffee
He, like me, cannot sleep

A distant bell, a soft jerk under my seat
The train moves slowly over the tracks
I sit up straight, plug on to my ipad
And float away to distant world
Eyes may droop, attention collapse
Reading might thoughtfully induce sleep

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Poetry Challenge Month Day Twelve Mirror On The Wall

Mirror mirror on the wall
You cannot see the poison in my mind
Nor the solitude of my soul
I live in shade of restlessness
In continuous tempest of my wrath
I died long ago
You only see my mask
And the clay shaping my profile

Poetry Challenge Month Day Eleven Puente Form of Poetry

Puente form of poetry

He lays the foundation stone, then poses for a snap
Near the large plot of land that will be his future home
He distributes sweets to guests, smiling but unaware that
He will never mature although he may, in age, grow old

~He drops the axe at broken earth, and claps his hands~

He runs to hide his face into his mother’s lap
Tears cloud her eyes wrinkles deepen on her face

She runs her fingers through his hair and lets out a deep sigh
“What will happen to my dear child when I am no more”

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Poetry Challenge Month Day Ten Don't judge Me

Even when I don't say a word
you judge me
over things I never said

How do you read my mind
when there are no questions in my eyes?

Can you hear my rage over imperfections
of your voice
I want to walk away from you
and sit elsewhere in solitude
But I do not

Because I know it will hurt you
you are not strong
I continue to sit there
and listen
waiting for you to end your twaddle

Had you looked closely 
you would see the tight fist in my lap
ready to strike your lower jaw
just to shut you up

But you see only a faint tight-lipped smile

Even when I don't say a word
you judge me
over things I never said

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Poetry Challenge Month Day Nine Incredible Woman

Incredible Woman

How easy is the chore of lady-writer
Who sits bent over her keypad, with a script in her head
She hears not the rain, nor a splash in the puddle
Sees not the droplets slide down the windowpane
She cooks up stories, stirring up her dreams
Mixing soup of fiction, nonfiction to suit the reality

The facts must be researched, nonfiction to be believed
She uncurls from the comfort corner, walks away from her desk
She walks through living room, picking up mess
Peeps into kitchen, to check if family is fed.
A hole in the socks, a broken heel
Clueless about being shoeless
She meets real people on the streets

There are strangers, women, children, often, dirty ole men
Who stare at her breast and try holding her hand
She keeps her mind focused, her posture erect
Her fingers cupped over sharp knife placed inside her bag
A smile stretched over her beautiful face
She collects untold stories with hidden facts

Five years of research, sometimes ten,
Like God, she puffs life into her characters, makes them wise
She makes them breathe, they begin to talk
A new world is created behind her scripted task
Her own world forgotten, her soul kept on hold
A faded shout from somewhere dark
She can hear no more

Incredible woman of substance
Has many duties to perform
But she does it with a knack
Always comfortable in her own zone

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