Saturday, July 9, 2011

Ode to the Lake

O Holy Mother of the Lake,
Embrace me in your loving arms,
Tell me tales, you never before have spake,
Of magical charms and faraway farms.

O Holy Mother of the Lake,
Engulf me with your tender whispers,
O let me, your invigorating smell partake,
and heal all my wounds and blisters.

O Holy Mother of the Lake,
Encompass me with your endearing calmness,
Whenever life seems tough and the world so fake,
I will keep returning to you for solace.

Monday, February 8, 2010

The Child in Me

There is a child in me,
That wants my nurturer,
My protector,
My shepherd!

I searched it in men,
and men have searched it in me,
I have looked for the guardian
and found the child...

Am I really a grown-up or I pretend to be one?
What is being a grown-up therein?
Is it hiding emotions or is it having none?
Is it burying the child within,
Inside the deep clouds of ego,
and building walls of pride around it?
Is it creating distances with distrust,
and boundaries with prejudice?

They say with age comes experience,
Yes, I try to avoid things and people
who have hurt me in the past.
They say with age comes maturity,
I try to take ups and downs in my stride,
And overcome my shortcomings while they last...

But would you really call me a grown-up?
Especially, if I tell you,
That the various shapes in clouds still amuse me,
I still like building castles with sand,
I love the wind beating on my face,
And I feel secure when I clutch a strong hand...

Have I really grown-up?
Maybe, I have,maybe, I haven't,
But do I really care?
My dearest friend.....
there's a secret I ll share...
I really love the child within,
even if it would try...
In this grown up world,
I would not let it die...

Monday, June 1, 2009

Au Revoir

They refuse to budge from this nest,
Their abode of joy,their place of rest,
but the day is is near,
the day they fear....
when they will chop this tree,
and patronizingly say "u r free,
there are many new places to go,
Where the colours of your lovely plume you ll show!"
but ask the birds once
"do they really want to fly away?"
from this place they call their home,
in search of a new home.......
for a new place they can again call their own!!

Monday, March 30, 2009

I meant to do work today...

Not my own, but I really loved this one:
" I meant to do my work today...
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree.
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand...
So what could I do but laugh and go? "
-By Richard LeGallienne

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Reflections lie!

Can reflections lie?
Can reflections go astray?
Can your reflections claim not to know you?
Can your reflections, you betray?

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

The Bird and the Squirrel

With its wings spread high,
In the azure sky,
There was a bird,
That loved to fly.

In its drey by the river,
lived a squirrel,
That loved its home....
By the house of the weaver

One day the bird came,
to drink by the river,
and joined the squirrel
in its little game.

The bird had fun,
so did the squirrel,
and the games continued,
be it rain or sun.

Soon the winter came,
And the spring was over,
As the trees became bare,
Things were no longer the same.

The squirrel had to hibernate,
and the bird had to fly,
migrate to warmer lands,
so were they, destined by fate.

But they decided to wait,
As they loved each other,
the bird stayed on the ground,
with the new companion that he had found.

But the sky lured him,
And he grew restless,
He wanted to fly,
Into the deep blue sky.

The squirrel saw his pain,
And idea struck in her little brain,
she stole from the weaver,
yarns of wool to weave herself wings.

They made the wings,
and both were ready to fly,
but alas!
The squirrel could not match the bird in the sky.

As the distance grew,
There were conflicts few,
The squirrel wanted to come back,
to the ground she loved.

The bird loved her,
So it came back with the squirrel,
And she cropped his wings,
So that he could leave her never.

But the wings came back,
and so did the urge,
to fly up high,
in the deep blue sky.

The bird was constrained,
and the squirrel was drained,
of ideas to make him
happy again.

The squirrel loved him,
And could feel the desire,
in his sparking eyes,
that looked like balls of fire.

So she let him go,
into the realms of unknown,
to follow the sun,
into unknown lands.

The bird is now free,
and so is the squirrel,
but yet they could see,
they were bonded by friendship.

They knew that,
maybe they would never be together again,
but would always have each other,
to share joy and pain.

And so they parted,
the bird to the sky,
and the squirrel to the ground,
both cherishing
the warm friendship,
that they had once found!

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Walk by the Beach

I have always feared loss,
feared death and change...
I have cried thinking of "what ifs"
imperfections deep within I have tried to scavenge...

As I walk by the beach the wind beats my face,
I smell the sea and taste the salt,
My hands are chilly and my hair's let loose
yet the harmony in the scene leaves no scope of revolt

Old men with big dogs,
Young girls with small dogs,
Joggers in trendiest tracks,
Kids wearing brightest slacks
all pass by me..

High above in the sky
sea planes and albatross fly,
Down below in the sea,
boats and ducks swim by...

There are benches too,
In the sweet memory the deceased,
One dedication I particularly remember
"Mr Cole, whose friendship, humor and wit we have ever since missed"

And then there is this lady,
speaking to the sea gulls and staring at the sea,
a homeless old woman in rags,
Yet somehow happy, yet somehow free

Isnt my life is close to perfect?
Imperfections just make it saucier,
Adds in it a dash of spice,
and makes it all the more merrier..

Life is short
Lets make it the best,
The hurt lets forget,
The love lets not waste...
Its a sense of elation,
And I have no regret
Its a revelation,
And freedom I taste!