Sunday, April 19, 2015
words aren't enough, to express my gratitude.
Unconditionally Loving me.
To celebrate and embrace life, you taught me.
Raising me in a stable household.
Instilled in me the traditional values, I strongly hold.
I could not have asked for better parents and role-models,
For the continued support and encouragement you give.
As brother and I grew up with those wonderful memories to cherish,
No matter how far away we are,
in all our happiness, you are always missed.
Although we are grown up to be independent,
we will always remain your little children.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
To resume another new day,
I call it off, for a reboot to make.
With saved Experiences & processing memories,
I remember the times I've had, least of worries.
A visual poetry starts to weave, as I fall into a trance.
A smooth wave and a soft breeze, it feels. As if in Trans.
What is this place, I've never been to before?
Like in an adventurous game to play, I adore.
Men so fierce, in a desert unknown. Riding on ursus, as white as snow.
I run for my life, faster than I've ever done,
Until I fell, a labyrinth by a tree under a hidden mansion.
A labyrinth it was like in Rick Riordon's book,
Into a place like the ancient Rome, it got me hooked.
Here I see a battle field, amidst the ruined collosium,
Sitting beside me, with armors and shields, is my husband.
We run for our lives from horses and armed soldiers,
With narrow escape, from heads being chopped by swords, shaped like shear.
Tripped by a debris, I fall into a hole,
It's the labyrinth again. Stop! Behold!
As amazing it seems, so was it thrilling,
Mind cautioned, heart pounding, and rush of adrenaline.
Now in a place I stand, so much like India
But so very quiet, so very clean - this is euphoria.
Huge they are, each like a palace,
People's homes, who to me, were familiar.
I walk past their homes, admiring the architecture.
And greeted by all, who seemed near and dear.
It was the last house that looked so familiar.
Realized it was, home of a friend very dear.
Startled by a noise, I turn back to see,
The fierce men and bears, were there, hunting for me
I run into the house, taken into a room,
Shut to safety, take a deep breadth or two.
With fear of death, my closed eyes pray,
Shook by an old man, who looks scared and dazed.
I tell him I'm chased by the fierce men and bears,
Shocked to life, he tried to escape from here.
Trying to hide, he suddenly disappears,
Probably a opening to the labyrinth was there.
I hear the bears sniffing out the door,
By the time they broke in, I came out of the show.
Dreams they are, that take me beyond,
The world never known for so very long.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Unable to accept the unfair world,
As if I am the newly formed butterfly.
Flutters freely in the sweet smelling meadows,
Until getting a view of the chamoflaged dangers.
Not minding the threat, & not to lose the freedom,
Flying freely, until getting strangled in a cobweb.
Struggling to get out of the thin yet firm strings,
A painful realization to be a guest of an eight legged
Until the rain drops broke the strings & gave a 2nd chance
Flew to safety with a lesson for a lifetime,
To not always be carefree, be modest a times.
For, the world can make our life go topsy-turvy
Saturday, September 20, 2014
in someones eyes, like a gleam,
I would impel their minds to achieve me,
See them walk through their destiny.
how they win, with obstacles, so many
If I were a flower,
I'd hug the bees and give'em nectar
feel the wind and sway with the other,
spread my fragrance across the borders,
and rest in peace, on the day, another
If I were a tree,
I'd take pride in giving shade to thee,
In bearing you fruits that tastes so sweet.
I'd provide wood to built shelter for thee,
and yet not show pain, when you cut me.
If I were the moon,
I'd rise early, for the sun set view.
A visual lullaby, I'd put you to sleep, soon
I'd tell you, if I captured a hare or a goon.
And i'd see the world go quiet, so soon.
If I were the sun,
I'd start a dream for some,
see the sunflowers bloom at once,
admire the trees grow so awesome,
and bid goodbye to the moon, while I go down.
If I were...
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Wednesday, September 10, 2014
with the longing to eat, my mind wanders.
Its been a while, since i had my last meal,
I thought for myself,I can manage, no big deal!
'food' for thoughts, foods we visualize,
'food' for discussions, talks - none otherwise.
Oh my cravings! please don't die,
Don't call ghrelin and make me shy.
a victim to the stares of my neighbor, already,
for the musical notes playing in my tummy.
Ms. Professor too seems like a lead of an orchestra,
listing all the cuisines and restaurants in the area.
For a project it is, to taste test and comment,
I urged to start mine, that very instance
with her cont'd instructions, it grew more intense,
filling me with the utmost embarrassment.
all of a sudden, the class fell quiet,
Ghrr! Grrr! burrp! now that's my diet.
heads turned, for a view of the culprit,
but the professor laughed in all good spirits
feeling abashed i cupped my face
i was filled with aw, when they all gazed,
'Relax!' my neighbor said with sympathy
relieved I was, when she knew I was hungry.
my hungry tummy, the sounds it makes
for I thought, a fart, they all would mistake.
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