There and Here

Morning Prayer, Backyard Streams, Singing Birds,
Flat Tyres, Crumpled Shirts, Crowded Buses.

Generous Rains, Yielding Cattle, Swell Wells,
Lean Accounts, Unpaid Loans, Mounting Bills.

Grandma’s food, Lazy Days, Smiling Children,
Unhealthy Diets, Busy Schedules, Ignored Families.

Delightful Huts, Wild Orchards, Fallen Mangoes,
Tiny Flats, Crowded Clubs, Fatal Drugs.

Happy Farmers, Timely Harvests, Festive times,
Nosy Bosses, Missed Deadlines, Boring Meetings.

Govt. Schools, Playful Children, Bedtime stories,
Heavy Bags, Empty Playgrounds, Tuition classes.

Bullock Carts, Soothing Shadows, Hair-Pin Bends,
Traffic Jams, Choking Pollution, Delayed Flights.

Afternoon Siestas, Coconut Water, Crimson Sunsets,
Sleepless Nights, Addictive Caffeine, Missing Horizons.


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Didn't come out the way i wanted,... still...

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Journey

My bag is packed and I am counting days,
Waiting to begin my journey to nowhere.
I have only heard of the roads I seek.
May be all I have is no more than a week.

Have years of existence to wrap up,
Have goodbyes to say and chores to do.
I look at the sun and know the day is not far,
When the unknown I chase sends the lodestar.

Last night, I dreamt of a ship leaving shore,
That’s the sign to begin my awaited voyage.
I am leaving behind chattels by the dozen,
And taking with me memories frozen

The lamp, the pot, and the fishes say your goodbyes,
The old violin in the bag is my only tie to the past.
Friends and family are standing at the door,
I won’t look back because I may go no more.

The bells on the door and the crack in the wall,
The leaking tap and the crooked branch,
They call my name with a brilliant gust,
But they know I can’t stop, go I must.

I am on the platform looking at the train,
From here is where it shall all begin
The journey to a place nameless and blurred,
My journey to the unknown, the unheard,

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Addition to "Haiku"

Had been to my old house yesterday......

Familiar roads -
Like a flower in an old book,
Reminiscence of a fragrance.

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It

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It's here, it's gone, No wait! It lingers on.
I wish it away, it doesn’t sway.
I close my eyes, it still pries.

It knocks on my door, I try and ignore.
It still persists, oh! I barely can resist.
It’s at the fringe, I so weakly cringe

It enters, flares, hurts, tortures.
I cry, ache, plead, pray.
It breaks, kills, Ah! I am lees.
But,
I rise, fight, no more on knees.

It said “You can’t beat me,
You may be tough”
But, lose it did to me,
Coz I had enough.

It’s over now
But still I shudder,
Not knowing
When it will appear.
May it come again
It can’t hurt me,
Because, my dear! Now I know
It was me.

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The second attempt

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I wake up as the morning light gently caresses my cheeks,
and I blush in the sanguine sweetness of its beguiling embrace.
I open my eyes to behold the vivid light in its proud glory,
And fill my mind with score memories of the life that has been,
And with pert awe for the life that will soon be.
Sitting on the balcony I look at the spry world outside,
The symphonic morning drizzle falling soft on my toes.
I gaily see the now familiar faces through the azure drops,
The cup of tea in my hand a sign of completeness.

Betimes life can be a little hazy, a little less beckoning,
But just beyond the foggy veil, lies its ceaseless verdure.
The revered words of the wise men remind of our duty to be happy,
But what is life without the awing trials and the delightful seven.
A gush of wind brings me back from the vise of such myriad thoughts,
And I smile, for yet again, I am seduced by the esotericism of life.
The wet air around me stirs a little and I quiver in its sensuous touch,
I can’t hear the message in the air or draw the cue in its touch,
Only, there is a feeling that something wonderful is happening.

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My attempt at prose

I do scribble things on and off.......as and when it occurs to me........could be while waiting at the airport or sitting at the coffee shop..........and never really make an attempt to save and collect them.........

discovered this on my laptop a couple of days back....... wrote it a couple of months back.........

will try and dig out more from the lost archives.......:)


Warning: Lower your expectation before beginning :)

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I sit by myself looking out side the window,
The morning breeze gently kissing my cheeks
The birds on the tree outside are doing their morning chores
I am doing mine, sipping hot steaming tea sitting on a tripod by the window

This is how my day begins everyday
I open the window to the world and let the light take me over
There is warmth in my heart and an unfading smile on my face
There is completeness within myself, completeness with the world outside

And today it’s different
I open the door to the world and sit by myself sipping the hot tea
But today is different
There is warmth in my heart and an unfading smile on my face
And…and there is love all around

The wind brushes my hair on the forehead
And I am reminded of something
The wind kisses my bare neck
And I am reminded of something

I can’t take the smile off my face; instead, there is a glow
I can’t shut the twinkle in my eyes, instead, there are tears
I can’t reduce the warmth in my heart; instead, there is a longing
I can’t erase the completeness in my soul, instead there is peace

I have always been in love with life
I have always loved the world the way it is
Now, they are welcoming me with arms wide open
And I am willingly losing myself in their embrace.

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well?.........

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