Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Sunday, April 21, 2019

Almost!

I walk.
Not stopping as life drags on
Drawing on my near infinite will
to move forward and not turn back
I sleep
My once dreams are incoherent rambles
of a splash of colors and words
drifting aimlessly.In vain, I try
to find within that which I know I lost
I run
A little raindrop trickles down
on to my numb fingers 
Kindling a long forgotten love
Memories flash by 
vibrant, albeit for an instant
I smile
Happy to relive, resurrect 
memories from foggy recesses of my mind
colors to images, words to verse 
I pause
For a split second , and the fog thickens
Clouding my memories,
muddling my thoughts yet again
Leaving me alone , incomplete , empty
I walk away
Like I always do , mechanically
Trying to comprehend the loss
of that, that was almost mine.


Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Lost

I am searching for
A word lost in a rambling conversation
A verse lost in random thoughts
A dream lost in troubled awakening
A hope lost in deep despondency
A smile lost in a stressed day
Self lost in a crowded world

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Moonlit Midnight


As the witching hour unfolds
And crickets sing their melancholy song
Stillness of the lake reverberates
Through out the dark cloudy skies


An evil dark cloud outstretched its hands to
Choke the moon in a murky gag
The skies wait with bated breath
For their darling to be set free


As she struggles to escape her captor's clasp
Spirits of the night give their silent blessing
Whispering spells into the night
as leaves hush their lullabies


A swish & whirl , free from the grasp
The triumphant moon emerges
Unscathed and beautiful she smiles
Lighting up the night again


As the witching hour is past,
The crickets sing their mirthful song
The stillness of the lake reverberates
Through out the golden moonlit skies

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Rainbow in the Sky

My first trial at Tanka (a Japanese style of poetry)
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The magnificent rainbow that I saw from my balcony today inspired me to get back to blogging after a long break. :)


Rainbow in the sky
Shining through the clouds so dark,
Took my breath away.
Thankful for nature's surprise,
I smiled, it had made my day.

Monday, July 21, 2014

The Glass Vase

My own glistening eyes I see
In a thousand reflections
On the remnant pieces 
Of my favorite glass vase
May be, the cracks
Were always a part of it.
Inherent , incomprehensibly subtle or invisible
From my rose tinted fools paradise.
Blood flows through my cracked fingers
As I try to pick up the fragments
One by one , each  hurting me anew
Leaving yet another scar ..
With a broad sweep ,
I want to shove them away
The many scattered glass daggers
That my once beautiful vase became.
Ringing fresh in my ears
The laughter of crackling glass 
Bringing thoughts of happy past.
Distracted , I hurt myself again.
Leaving 'time' to dry the glistening drops
Of blood and tears on glass,
I look into your loving eyes to find
That strength to walk away.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Beautiful Days - 2

 

[Photo courtsey (Vijay Madhavan)]



End of a long day
Sun paints an orange canvas
Hope for tomorrow.

Beautiful Days - 1


I have been trying to get back to blogging with little success. So when my husband started sending me pictures of beautiful views he'd seen , I decided to spend some time each day to write a Haiku in memory of the simple beautiful  things that catch our eyes every day. Here's the first.



Dazzling full moon face

Smiles out of her sky blue veil

Lake glows in response.



P.S :  Picture taken by my husband (Vijay Madhavan) and this was a view from our deck .

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Pookkalam

It is Onam in my Kerala today and seeing all of the Onam wishes on facebook , made we remember the colorful pookkalams that were once an integral part of my childhood.

A basket of tiny white Thumba,
A handful of red Chembarathi,
Yellow Jamanthis , Not to forget
A dash of Orange Jendu-mallis,

All plucked and placed 
On a green plantain leaf
Ready to be transformed
Into a bright pookkalam

Ten days , it seemed to all
That flowers bloomed
With a strength of purpose
In supreme pride and glory

To beautify homes
And unify families
Over the design and creation
Of a beautiful flower carpet

Time goes by , fading 
Those colors into memory
They appear again, albeit
As wishes on my Facebook wall.

Making flowers bloom once again
White Thumba , red Chembarathi,
Yellow Jamanthi and Orange Jendu-malli
In my mind's  ona pookkalam.


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda





Colors - Haiku

Blue , green , yellow , red
Laughing in silver chatter
My rainbow bangles.

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Black pen, white paper
Green eyes on teal blue sky
A colorful poem.

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Red Sindoor , black Kohl
Maroon Mailanji, gold ring
An Indian Wedding

[http://i-survive.blogspot.com/2012/02/significane-of-sindoor.html]
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I know Blog Adda takes Indian time midnight for its WOW entries , but couldn't resist writing a bunch of colorful Haikus when I saw this week's topic.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Opposites - Haiku


Armed with this link http://hajku.herokuapp.com/, and inspired by BlogAdda to write about opposites , I tried my hand at writing Haiku. Here they are.

Reveal or conceal?
What the heart beat wants to say
Eye in dilemma.

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The cup of my life
Half empty or half full ?
Optimism answers.


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Rain drops drizzling down
Together , yet apart
With intertwined fates.

[Image Copyright :Eric Kamp]

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Thank You Again Blog Adda,
 

Friday, July 12, 2013

Happiness

The happiness  butterfly,
It would not just stand by
With a butterfly kiss and a perky flap,
Take off it did , not wait on my lap.
Chasing after its elusive scent
Captivated by the sights en-route I went
In the crowded beaches,
Making castles of sand and dreams
On the platform , enjoying the rain
While waiting for an unduly late train
In the park , having fun
Blowing a bubble or two in the sun
Staring up, filling my eyes,
With orange-blue oils in the skies.
Walking across crowded street,
With a spicy roasted peanut treat
Looking in awe at the full moon sky
Enchanted night that stars twinkle by.
As I sit down and pause
To enjoy little things with out a cause
With a butterfly kiss and flutter of wings
Happiness , my little butterfly brings.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Rain Fury

On a Rainy day, my heart skips a beat
Relishing a respite from the heat
[Source :http://wallpaper2021.blogspot.com/2011/05/rain.html]
As raindrops on my cheek
Murmur a gushing sweet speak
The wind pulls my hair , teasing
As it splatters droplets ,  adorning
Spring's white  flower bequest
With a pearl ornate chest

As the wind , changes its tone,
From a treble to a baritone ,
Rhythm of the falling rain
Picks up beats, quickens again
Watching the skies rapidly shift hue
Washing a dark grey blue
Colors from my rain speckled cheeks drain,
I try to protect my flowers in vain.

Rain , Wind , I beseech , I pray ,
Do not take my spring flowers away.
Thunder guffawed , mocking me anew
With strength and vigor , the thunderstorm blew.
With vengeance it crushed my flowers to ground.
In to the sea of mud where everything drowned.
"Your flowers are mine" , it seemed to say
"As is everything that stands in my way."

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

The Road to Success


If you want the thrill and excitement
Of roads seldom traveled,
Of novelty, ambition ,
May be a  morsel of fame

In paths un-traversed by men.
Foot prints , mark your own
Reach for the stars , the sky,
The end of the blue horizon.

It will be a long journey ,
I must warn you though.
And it is not for quitters
Who stop when things get rough.

May perseverance be your virtue
And hard work be your friend
The fairy tale will come true
You will succeed in the end.

Adulation , admiration , will follow.
Future will , in awe look
But you will be the pioneer
Of a route that no one took.


Saturday, June 15, 2013

Words - A Haiku Trial..

Verse , rhyme I wait for
Why do they take so much time?
From a (writer's) block away.


My first trial  at Haiku. Not even sure if I got my syllables right.. :)

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

One Last Game

Come on my friend,
Run along with me
There is still time
For one last game

Short words I catch on
And conspiring looks
I realize that time's less
Before we part

But before we are forced,
To go separate ways
There is still time
For one last tag

Run along far,
Before they call us back
May be we can have
A little hide and seek

Until they find us
And take us back ,
There is still time
For  that one last game



I know they have plans
That have nothing to do
With letting us play
All day today

But may be we can coax
For just a little while
So there's  still time
For some more play

Run along my friend
Let us hold hands too
See who's fast
and who'll be last

Pick up some sand
Pull a blade of grass
Watch the world go by
With curious eyes

Until those adult voices call
Time's up , let's go home
There's still time to run along
For one last game of play

P.S :Dedicated to all the times I saw Manu and  Samyukta play.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Lost Verses


The rustle of fresh leaves,
The white spring flowers..
The breeze that brushes
my hair against my cheek
With an ever gentle swish

The calm solitude of pleasure
I try to hold on to for ever
As words dance to their 
Sweet melodious music
Across my mind's 
Green windy wilderness

Woken into reality
From my distant dreams
Pleasure turns into anger
As my verses get lost
Falling into the vortex of my 
Tumbling thoughts
Again..

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Snow Times

We stepped over the frozen snow.
Making foot prints in glee
I was so happy then
Like a child of three

In the cold and in the rain
We held together strong
We were one , you and I
We could do no wrong

In your joy, that knew no bounds,
I saw my world go round
Until one day I gave away
And you fell down the ground

Since that day , I wait and wait
For another snowy day
May be play one last time
Before you throw me away

Love,
Snow Boots



Monday, February 18, 2013

കേരള വനിത

 നീതിപാലകര്‍ , രാഷ്ട്ര നായകര്‍ ,പിന്നെ
മൂല്യ ശിക്ഷകര്‍ ദൈവത്തിന്‍ ദൂതന്മാര്‍
മത്സരിചീടുന്നു സ്ത്രീയെ തരാം താഴ്ത്താന്‍
പുരുഷന്റെ തെറ്റുകള്‍ മൂടി വെചീടുവാന്‍

കപട സദാചാര കണ്ണാടിയാല്‍ ജനം
പെണ്ണിന്‍റെ ചെയ്തിയെ തെറ്റെന്നു കാണുന്നു
മതവും , പുരാണ ഗ്രന്ഥഅങ്ങളും പോരാഞ്ഞു
ശാസ്ത്രത്തെയും വളച്ചൊടിചീടുന്നു

 ആകാശ-ബഹിരകാശത്തിന്‍  ഉയരങ്ങള്‍
പുരുഷനൊപ്പം കടന്നെതും വനിതയെ
അബലയായ്  വീട്ടിന്ടെ  കോണില്‍ തളച്ചീടാന്‍
വെമ്പല്‍ കൊള്ളൂ ന്നതെന്തിനീ അധമന്മാര്‍

കാമാര്‍ത്തരാം   മൃഗങ്ങള്‍ പതിയിരിക്കുന്നൊരു
നഗര വനത്തില്‍ വസിക്കും  മാന്‍ പേടയെ
ക്രൂരമായി വേട്ടയാടി ഭക്ഷിച്ചു രസിച്ചിട്ടു
ഒളിക്കാന്‍ കഴിയാത്തോളെ  പഴിക്കുന്നതോ ശരി ?

പണ്ടൊരു പര പുരുഷ ദൃഷ്ടി ദോഷം പെട്ട
പെണ്ണിന്‍ രക്തക്കറ  പുരണ്ടൊരു പരശുവിന്‍
വരദാനമാം മണ്ണില്‍ പെണ്ണായി പിറന്നോള്‍ക്ക്
നീതി കൊടുക്കുവാന്‍ നൂറ്റാണ്ടുകള്‍ക്കാകുമോ ?

Monday, January 28, 2013

Paperless

An idea lights up,
Words come together
Expressions seek a vent
And I open my computer

Willing my fingertips to caress
Those alphabets to motion
Arranging and re-arranging words
Sans life.Sans emotion.

For those words of yore I yearn
Words on paper with a pen
Crossed , scribbled ,doodled, torn
Lovingly caressed with a hand forlorn

A neat cursive here.A scribble there.
Ink blots ,Those little dots
Marks left by an unfriendly eraser
On the pristine white of paper

Longingly I reach for a pen.
My fingers stop with a quiver..
Writing a few illegible lines
Hard it is to please my jilted lover.

Weary I put the pen aside
Placing my thoughts umpteen
Into the tangles of the web
And call it Going Green.