Series Of Poems On Quote Dot In 9 to 13

Love Unloved

Valentine day depart with grace
People return to normal self
Love now wrapped in silken thread
Sits on shelf,  lips scratched

Baby howls, there is no bread
Mother runs house to shack
Greedy world wont leave her alone
Must pay a price for favor done
Where is love? A passion flower
For every bloom, desires lust

Murderers plague the city streets
Leaders accept bribe and gifts
Orphans roam naked, confused
Officers bully with ego, pride
Where does one go?
One has no home
Heaven hates you
Justice flawed

Love is such a tricky game
Freedom squeezed
Breathless, lame
You are mine, I am truly yours
Emotions entangled to suffocation

Pure love simply cease to exist
Eye for eye
Kiss for kiss
In this world of empty cliches
There is nothing but
A twist of verse

Fever Gone

The fever slowly creeps away

bringing in the relief

and to return back to routine

Fever was a strong guest

choked me to silence

for two full days

Vocal expressions remained unsaid

Sun continued to shine

Flowers bloomed too

But thoughts bottled up

congesting up my throat

like choked-up-sink

unable to shriek.

Too weak to move to kitchen to cook

friends and family came to rescue

Puffed stuffed bread, tomato chutney

Soft cooked rice, spicy potatoes mashed

a chicken curry, a boiled egg

on healthy days, a perfect meal

But fever left me in no mood to eat

Food forced down the throat

Days spend curled up in bed

trying different home remedies

warm water gargling N times a day

with turmeric and salt

but stubborn fever would not leave

till antibiotic appeared

The fever slowly creeps away

bringing in the relief

Its time to return back to routine

and sit on working desk

Series of Poems on Quote dot In part 1-8

Sleep on Valentine Day

Lovely day to sleep
While love makes a trip
All over the universe
Declaring affection
In truest sense

With flowers
Chocolates
Golden ring
May their love shine
For ever
Like it is expressed today
Aping the bollywood scene
With song, dance and
borrowed verse
Lenghy poems
Of somebody else

I snooze on this day
Will be refreshed
With new energy
To spread my passion
For the rest of the year
Telling people
In action not words
Of how much I care
And I will mean it
For selected few
You know Who...

Happy Valentine Day
Shine on.....

Rose Day

A month of Love has just begun
I received your rose
with prickly thorns for Rose Day
while thorns brought tears
a drop of blood
it was the fragrance from rose that
Blew away the curse

Love is not just “Lust”
you wrote in a note
between man and a woman
or between man and man
Pure is love, a care, a concern
like bundle of cotton
soft and fluff

Grieve not you wrote
when love is asleep
a space is a must
for wind to flow
soon it will awaken
with freshen zeal
love does bloom after
knowing its depth

What do I know of love
My friend?
For me, they are just words
Plucked from pages of scraps

Credit Cards

It s easier to spend money
through credit card..
You don't worry
that you will be short of cash,
There is no loose change 
in your pocket
To send you an alarm
That jingling sounds of last few coins
That tell you
Its time to stop

You don't care
how much you spend.
Just Rs100 or Rs500
Rs250 and 40 cents
There are no notes
To stare at you back

Money just flows out..
With punch of fingers.
You stop at every mall
Buy things you don't need
One extra zero
Really?
What does it matter?
till the bill comes.
Hopping on your doorstep

Then you need a strong heart
to bear the shock
when u realise
how extravagant you could get...
You have crossed the limits
over your stable budget.

Plastic money
Slipped out of your palm
With buttery steps
Tango feet
A naughty grin

You realise then
That you have lost reins
over your money
It was not virtual
It was real

and there is no going back......

Modi Rules

Just
Under
Modi
Thousands of ants
Emerge from their secure hole
With a grain of rice on their backs
Sacks of them
Hoarded
over the time
Grain by grain
All summer

Grasshopper gloated
"This winter
You and I
Will sing the same tune"

The black crow cawed
Cawed cawed.....
Sitting on a tree
Watched it all
A golden ring
Hidden under its paw

Happy Children's Day

Fearlessly she plucks out
one grey hair
From the crown of my head
She stands on one toe
on the edge of the chair
Dunks her finger into a bowl of soup
When she sees my raised eyebrow
She straightens up
She knows
That it means 'No'
She puts her arms around my neck
Her love as pure as gold
Expects nothing in return
Just a warm, cuddly hug back
Her million dollar
Toothy smile
makes me forget all my woes
Innocence, purity comes alive
as I see her noisily hopping around

She is just two
bubbly, happy
A beautiful world to me

Fear

FEAR
The first emotion
that arrives
When there is change..

Fear of the unknown,
Fear of shifting
from a comfortable zone..

Mind blocked,
Knows not
How to react.

Best  it is
to take a deep breath
Relax..

Tone up the muscles
for a new beginning..
Wait..

Soon the darkness
will disappear
All will be bright again....

I Am Finally Home

My new house
Slowly spreads
Its tentacles
Around me
Enveloped
Warm and secure
I am finally home...

Body Protest

At first you don't realize, 
you go around 
finishing all the chores 
one by one, 
mind tells you to stop, 
Asking you to pause
but you promise yourself
'just one more chore and I am done'..
you do that N times
without respecting the limitation
of your body ..
Finally body protests,
knocks on your nerves,
gently at first
then a loud bang,
pushing you rudely on the bed,
Stunned
you stretch
hoping to relax,
pain arrives
With thorns and needles
ready to stay...

Shifting Back To New Home

Two years ago, 
I had moved out of my home
That I had built  over the memories of many years

There was pain..
A deep wound 
while discarding the materialistic attachments 
Accumulated over the years

Separation is never easy..
BUT the old must may make way for the new..

We have to shed off 
Load of karma 
to find freedom
From excess baggage

Building has been redeveloped now
Invites me to come back

I shall move in
Back to my familiar neighbourhood..
The shades under the trees 
Lining my lane 
Are cooler now
(some older by two years)

Same smiling faces 
Outside my main door..
In the lobby, 
In the lift, 
In the building compound

But the walls of my house are cold
Very cold..
Lifeless..
They know me not
They have a new name, 
A new soul, 

I will have to start all over again, 
Building my relationships 
With the newness of the building..
Kiss the walls..
Add some warmth 
Transform this house into my own home...

A new beginning has just begun
I have to start planting new seeds of memories
Once again

I am listening

Yes
I am listening to you attentively,
savouring every word you say
with a glisten in my eyes

But I may not write a verse about you
Unless they move me
Unless I am inspired by your thoughts,
Unless they touch my cords of my heart,

Meaningless conversation
is just noise,
like pebbles in a box
like distant drums

I would rather be drifted away by my own tune.

Renewed Friendship

The day you unfriended me
A piece of me died
Of having lost a good friend
Laughter, fun, good times
In a moment
You changed
Cheerless, depressed, sad
I let you slip off my finger tips
after much ado and fuss
Everything revolves around a reason
To move on
We must

But now you are back
With a newer jest
Earnestly tying knots
Over broken fest
Sure I am not
How do I react
Careful I am
What do I express
Everything said I
My words you wore like a cap
Not everything is about you
There is sun, stars, moon
Newer set of friends have I
with better humour and sense

Life goes on
Time stands still not
New stories made each day
Older left to rust
Friendship could start again
If based on trust
Wound around confidence,
laced with love

You may sit on side lines
Start all over again
Let words tell stories
Let new chapter begin
Pick up the scars
Scattered on the floor
Nurse them back to life
Bring them indoors

Maybe we will merge
before the day is done

At a Street Café

The footpath was so high that one needed a ladder to climb on it. Thank Goodness I had a walking stick for support and an extended palm of a friend to hold on to. I climb up and entered the newly launched café.

The café occupied a part of the footpath, the extended part of the café was covered by bamboo curtains, coloured bamboo sticks, and fancy artefacts . Footpaths in Mumbai are normally used by shops as an extension to display their products, or they may be used by hawkers, also used by street dwellers, or otherwise they are broken with missing pavers. It is never safe for common people, pedestrians normally walk on the middle of the road, dodging traffic.

“This is first thing you must attend to, if you want the clients to enter your Café, keep a lower step” I grumbled

A large cart of ‘Delhi chaat’ was parked just at the entrance. There were assortments of street food like Pani Puri, Papri Chaat, Samosas and a large hot plate with potato patties, ready to serve.

The waiter looked apologetic and guided me through a glass facade into a small AC room inside the café.

“We have a nice Palak Papri Chat, would you like to try it?” asked the waiter at our table.

A spinach fritters with sweet curd, spicy chutney, garnished with pomegranate seeds, Sev and coriander leaves sounded good.

“Yes okay” I said, drooling

“Lets see what else they have.” Said my friend and asked for a menu card.

Although café looked small, it had a great variety of food on its’ menu card. There were street food from all over the world. Two or three specialities, the most famous and relished dishes from India, Italy, Indonesia, Middle East. Etc.There were hummus, Falafel Salad, Pastas, Spaghetti, exotic sandwiches, and everything vegetarian........

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Friends Meet up

The day sparkles
When you meet up
With friends you love
Spend time with them
Doing nothing
No cares in the world
Worries kept on top shelf
Chores unscratched
At the back of the mind
Just music, food, drinks
A chat or two
A game of poker
Rummy or flash
A board game would also do
But gossip is must
Harmless they be
Perks up the moods
Eyebrows raised
Shine in the eyes
Loud laughter
All in the game
Talking freely
Of this and that
Day sparkles
When you meet up with
Friends you love.....

She seeks me out
Puts her arms around me
Speaking in her broken words
In the language of love
Munching on a piece of carrot
She begins to recite a poem
That I had taught her many times
While she sat on my lap
Holds my hands
Leads me to her room
Shows me her toy cabinet
Bends double to pick her favorite
Hopping on one foot
She lets out a joyful squeal
Her innocence fills my world
My moods change
Happiness surround me
All I feel is just
BLISS
Happy Birthday to my
Living doll
Jhalak
Two years today
May you always shine on......

Friendship

They walk with me
at my pace
through desert sand
and prickling stones
There is laughter
joy, bliss in store
although I sulk silly
down the road
My friendship is not
like frozen water
that melts away
with soft sun stroke
It stays strong
Precious for many years.
shining brightly
like uncut stone
Friends for me are
soul mates for life,
Those who know me
have survived.
Weak ones I left them
far behind.
In maze of thorns
of different kind

True friends those still around.
they for sure can last life time
I thank them for being by my side
For being important chunk
of my life

Strings of Attachment

Strings of attachment 
all they bring is pain
when they snap off connection
leaving the loose ends
entangled at finger tips
no love remains.......