Nonsense Poems

one by one dreaded poets come
scoop they say, for a verse that's scum
compose they do after a shot of rum
but their words so terrible that I need to run
they rejoice thinking it's all fun
each with cheeky poems, recited out of turn
I wait, hoping they will entertain some
and have a last laugh when its is all undone




Bartender’s society, all delicacies spread
On the side is the verse that drools during fest
Embarrassed, they sneak beneath the table mat
But their voices spice up the dinner jest

Happy Birthday to my Cousin

With every passing year
The affection grows
Our bonds gets stronger
As we grow wiser
People notice and wonder
If it's just a passing phase
They are unaware of our summers
Spent apart
Sometimes faraway
In a distant land
How unsure we are
If we will ever meet again
The words begin to pause
We have nothing to say

But each year the memory blends
and inextricably binds
yet it isolates.

Blessed is the day
that brought you in to this world
and painted my zone
with tiny dots of love

Weird Friend

She knows she is weird
but what can she do?
She is up in the good times
She is down, when blue
She will order PaniPuri
but will drink just tea
But girl
She is my best friend
and does only 
What weird people do

She writes strange histories
Of sinister facts
She churns out poetry
All in a jest
and sometimes when lonely
she beats her chest
But girl
She is my best friend
And a weirdest too

How can i tell her
She is my weird friend
How can I tell her
The truth
Every time we meet
When I see her,
Its a treat 
But girl
She only does what
Weird people do

That's a Thrill

I stand trembling amidst the trees

Silently kissed by passing breeze

Icicle of desire on top of the hills

Melt in lust, now that’s a thrill

I stretch my arms and swing on birch

Left to right and right to left

Buds and flowers join in drill

Dancing now, that’s a thrill

The birds come tweeting on the trees

Flapping wings as they swing with me

Wind is filled with loud clear shrill

Hear that? Now that’s a thrill

A warm soft vapor fills the air

Soaked in joy, to me they whisper

'I Love You'

Mom’s Sari

Mom’s sari is in my wardrobe

Untouched since last five years

White, a bit yellowed

But it hangs there next to my clothes

The fragrance is still there

Of lavender, the perfume

That she used after she bathe

It was one of her prized collections

Elegantly dressed

She wore only during special occasion

White, silky fine

The shine is still there

Mom is never coming back

She will never ever wear it

But it stands there in my ward robe

Know not till when

I can relax in India

When in Spain it's such a pain
Can't order food online
The distances are far apart
Meals don't reach home on time
I slog, I chop and cook each morsel
Before I munch. It's a crime
The food in Spain is oh-so bland
Cold meat or chicken fried
India is the place to be
On lazy days,when sublime
I stretch my limbs and might lay still
Yet the cooked food is served on time

Freedom to Xpress

You play with words 
Creating hundred excuses, 
it flatters me not.
It's the truth
I want to hear
even though I know 
that your venomous biting facts 
might slice my heart
I want to trust you 
Just say 
what is on your mind or 
Keep quiet and 
I shall read your eyes. 


From today I grant you a freedom to express..
go ahead

Pre-Valentine message

 I will be in coma till Valentine's day
 I have heard 'love' brings much too much pain
 the emotional arrows strike hard and bend
 bleeding tears from our dearest friends

Freedom

lips are sealed
glued for ever
their quivered thoughts
generated ripples
 in the opinionated  world
that once had
freedom to squeak

Micro Poetry on Twitter

bit by bit
i removed pieces of glass
under my shoes
wore newer courage
and followed you 


a bright idea was born in my head
but unfortunately had to mold it,
gift wrap it and
present it in the way
most suitable for you


in my mind's eye

it was a straight path

with rosy destination
but still got lost
in labyrinth of path with you

tied a string
to the feet of dove
and tasted the freedom
as I flew up in sky
without you

Story in 140 characters

Wrote this story in 140 characters

Memorized all love songs, lyrics touching her soul, TILL she met him offline. Then she stopped singing forever 

Meeting

I met a friend after many years, 
He wanted to know many things, 
Winters spent, 
Rainy days, 
Moments of summers cherished, 
I stood uncomfortable, 
Balancing myself on his random thoughts

Get well soon

The sun rays filters through your room,, 
Pick up the grains of love, 
Its just a phase of trying times 
But I know you will soon be well.

Story in 140 characters

“There is no escape” she ran as fast as she could and quickly entered a hair salon to change her hair-style



 She waited every evening for 6pm when children came to play and her loneliness rested for a while

Mumbai Winters- Random Thoughts

The woolen shawl, that lay crumpled between the stack of clothes for many months, finally emerges and wraps itself around me spreading warmth, the coldness of Mumbai sulks.....

The New Year Limericks

Now the New Year’s arrived, women swear

That they will stop living in constant fear

Bad men will be hushed

Their friend request to be flushed

Only those be welcomed who really care

Happy to share with PurpleTreeHouse

Happy New Year 2012

Many years have passed watching, New Years turn old in just 365 days, we pick up pieces of tattered experiences searching for lost memories, something lost, something gained, right, wrong, like jigsaw puzzle we join the pieces, fixing them, hoping that next Year will not be same but a wee bit better than the year before....we dream on....

Tattooed Hands

Tattooed hands with

Red and dark thoughts

Your soft memories overflow.

Thank you 'The Purple Tree'

Savage Encounter

 His golden harp, she didn’t hide

Nor delayed his breakfast time

Like an ogre he roared, loud and foul

At an err as thin as needle’s eye,

Softly she tip-toed to a towel shelf

Plucked one and placed into his wet hands,

Too lazy to walk few steps for chore

Found pleasure to whip his wife.

Ah! That Indian man!

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A Painful Trip to Rajasthan

It was the first day of my ten-days-long Rajasthan trip with organized-Kesari-tours. My friend ‘V’ and I reached the hotel at Bikaner around 5pm. The first two hours were spent familiarizing with seventeen group members and selecting the best rooms in the hotel. After the initial formalities we gathered at the hotel lobby. Children got busy with indoor games while adults formed smaller groups and chit-chatted amongst themselves.

 We were too excited to just sit in the lounge and let the day go by. Since sight-seeing was scheduled for the next day, we wanted to go out and see something, maybe shop a little. We went to the reception desk and enquired about shopping areas that would be open at that time. There was no transport available so we decided to go for a short walk.

7pm and it was pitch dark outside. Only a ghost would be brave to walk in such darkness. We took a torch and walked outside the gates. A small light was shimmering at a distance. We walked towards the lighted area and discovered that there was a handicraft shop. What a relief!  We entered the store, happy to have found some civilization. There were glittering mirror work on cushion covers and on bed sheets displayed on stands, the small puppets of different expressions hung down the shelves, the stuffed animals formed their colonies, the shiny bangles sparkled under light, there was exhibit of all kinds of hand-crafted articles. Even though we had no intention of buying anything, we could still look and feast our eyes. We chatted with the shop keeper who talked about the culture, food and the tradition of the place. He informed us about the majestic house which was few meters away. We decided to explore it.

With only our torch light to show the path, we walked down the muddy path. Suddenly my foot got caught in an animal trap and I fell on my knees with my one leg dangling down between the iron rods that were laid across the path between the iron gates. I couldn’t get up. My friend bend down next to me and helped me remove my leg from the parallel iron rods but each time I tried to stand up, my feet kept slipping into the gap between the smooth rods. I fell several times. Slowly I stood up and moved towards the dirt road. There was very little pain in my ankle but I am not the type to complain. I dragged my foot and walked towards the hotel.

I ignored the pain and went to have dinner in the dining hall with the rest of the group. Gradually the pain increased, I decided to rub an ointment and wrap my foot with a warm cloth before going to sleep. Cruel pain distracted me. On the next bed, my friend lay fast asleep, probably in her own dream world, must be already exploring the desserts of Rajasthan, enjoying the camel rides for free and stuffing herself with the extra servings of Undhiya and other delicacies. Here I was, tossing and turning, wriggled in pain, didn’t sleep a wink all night.

“Good Morning” said my friend and I groaned. I uncovered my injured foot. It felt like a frozen wood.  It was swollen and blue. I moved my foot to the cold floor and tried to walk up to the bathroom, No co-operation from my stubborn foot, it refused me mobility. I could not walk. With one foot, I hopped back and forth. The world seemed to end for me. ‘Come on, nothing is wrong, you can walk” I said several times, trying to hypnotize my subconscious mind but pain won. I could forget about sight-seeing the city.

My friend stared at me helplessly, with her hands on her waist, she said, “Does it hurt?”

“No, I am fine”, I lied, cussing under my breath. The pain was written all over my face. I am always amused when people ask strange questions.

I didn’t want to spoil my friend’s holiday, I asked her to go ahead with the rest of the group, I just need to rest and wait for pain to subside.

The breakfast and lunch arrived in my room; I took the pain killers and slept all day long. My hotel room seemed like a hospital bed. In the evening, when the troupe returned I was still dozing. Soon my room was flooded with visitors, all strangers whom I had yet to befriend. They had learnt about my pain through my friend and came to keep me company and talked about what I had missed. The group spoke excitedly about the rat temple that they had visited during the day. I could imagine their confusion when they spoke about hundred of rats that had scurried around their feet and their interest in spotting white mice which is believed to bring good luck. Even the lucky people had craving to see the white mice, there is no end to greed.

My friend had picked up post cards from every place that she had visited during the day and she patiently briefed me visually on what I had missed. She brought back the post cards of red-stone-walled Vikram Vilas taken from the front view from Ganga Niwas side, showing the beautiful architecture of the building with artistic windows, balconies and stairways. There were also view cards of Bikaner Fort showing the pictures of front view, back view, courtyard, Gaj Mandir Jharokhas, Chandra Mahal, Anoop Mahal throne, golden swing, etc.

For a brief moment I forgot my pain.

But it returned after the group went back to have dinner and I couldn’t join them. My friend came back after dinner and we had dessert on bed. I took more pain killers and went back to sleep.

On third day, I could limp and walk few steps. There was no wheel chair but the group was very kind to me. They wanted me to come with them, even if it meant just sitting in the bus and enjoying the view. They helped me stagger up to the bus and all day long we toured the city with me seated by the window.

My trip to Bikaner was a flop, a complete flop, or was it? I met some amazing people who never allowed my spirit to dip lower to the point of depression and self-pity. I never complained about my discomfort so they never knew the intensity of my pain. During the rest of the trip to Jaisalmer and Jodhpur, I walked with the help of a stick and enjoyed the camel rides, met Bisnoi people, visited local crafts men, played folk music with the tribes and even shopped at the Jodhpur markets.

On my return, the x-rays showed ligaments tear and the pain lasted for more than a month. A memorable trip indeed!