Thursday, May 16, 2019


There is so much to be happy for
There is so much to care
Mothers’ is caring touch
Fathers’ loving stare
A childs warm hug
A husbands silent prayer
Sisters’ loving warmth
Friends’ heartfelt cheer
Life is defined by people
Who surround you
Thank you god for a lovely life
I count myself in lucky few
And all the love around.
I ll try to be a better person
To spread the love I have found!

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Stehekin Valley

The horses in the sun bathed Meadows grazing
The lush green trees in the gentle breeze waving
Rainbow kissed diamonds cascading from the sprinklers magic wand
While far way the magnificent blue mountains in their austerity stand

Vagabonds till now, we feel what we never felt before
A beautiful world where less is more
With a sense of belonging sans the attachment fear
We would always want to come back here

In the womb of the serene equilibrium of forces of nature, wild and tame
Oh! Life will never be the same

She is'nt dead yet!

Hey there...are you listening?
Dont treat her as log
She can breathe,
She can eat,
She can still listen to you...
She misses you,
She wants you by her side,
like old times....
She wants you to confide...

Hey there ...are you listening?
Dont just throw her away
Her body might be giving up,
but her spirit is still strong,
Be her strength
Not the bag of bricks,
That pulls her further down..
She was there for you when you needed her,
Now it is your chance,
Its not your money that she needs,
But just that loving glance

Hey there...are you listening?
Do you know how it feels,
When people treat you as dead,
when you are still alive?
You think you are suffering?
Oh stupid man,
You cant fathom her pain,
as the disease is eating through her veins..
And she is seeing,
Everything she has done in life
going in vain,
Her marriage crumbling,
And her family waiting,
for her to die...

Hey there...are you listening?
Please dont just give up on her
Please help her in her fight
Please dont be so selfish
Please dont cut through her wounds,
With a double edged knife
Please dont kill her before she is dead,
So that you can move on with your life,
Remember she has given you her everything,
She still loves you
And she does'nt want to die..............

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