At a Wedding...! ! ! ! !

Unlike the days gone by
When the veil covered the eyes,
And the bride couldn’t even catch
A glimpse of one she was getting married.

My niece stepped out with parted lips,
Radiant, swaying to the beat with her hips.
It was the traditional ladies sangeet,
All the naughty songs were played to tease.

The boy was there with his friends,
A formal invitation had been sent.
There was warmth and bonhomie,
Both young and old were acting naughty.

Men too danced with abandon and energy
I too longed to join in the revelry
Come on dear, what… he said with a start,
Let’s too dance, I feel young at heart.

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After The Sunset

After the sunset,
When slowly the darkness crept
And the sky was covered with a star studded veil.
I sat on the terrace with a cocktail.

As I sipped the moon came up,
I heard a bird chirp.
The air was mildly fragrant
And the aura soul stirring and pregnant/

As i went over my day,
I spotted the Milky Way.
My childhood flashed across my mind,
When under the sky I lay besides
My siblings and chased the fire flies,
With my darting eyes.
Wistfully I wondered when did I see them last?

The memories from the past-
Raat ki rani, beat of drums,

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Watching a Child Grow! ! ! ! !

Baby

Like flowers reaching for Sun, baby sucks ma's breast.
Petals open kissed by light, baby smiles content.
Dew drops evaporate, toddler plays on grass.
Butterflies flirt with flowers, he gurgles and laughs...

Kid

Whole creation is alive, youthful and so bright.
Tiny necks peep out of shell, ready for maiden flight.
Ma stands with Tiffin at gate, child hops into van.
Soon the van goes out of sight, things go well as planned.

Youth

Birds twittering day long, youth strums on guitar.
Dusk falls and shadows lengthen, a girl comes in car.
A magical hour, twilight... Walking hand in hand,
Light breeze caresses the leaves, ma smiles as she stands.

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Controlling Anger before it Controls You

When toxic and volatile emotions
Are causing confusion and commotion,
Feelings are hijacked, hot thoughts race,
Mind gets enveloped in a rage.

As a consequence, visibility comes down,
It’s wise to shift gears and slow down.
Switch on the wipers
And clear the fog on the mind’s mirror.

Lest you forever live to regret
And wonder how I met with an accident.
Take few deep breaths, and count to ten,
As anger clouds the perception.

Your ability to discern goes haywire
So whatever you say backfires.
First deal with your inner pollution,
To stop firing deadly ammunition.

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I was born free...! ! ! ! ! !

It’s futile to waste energy,
Don’t try to tempt me
With that plea
In your eyes.

I am done with
Emotional entanglements.
I am bankrupt,
And have nothing left
To make fresh investment.

I want to start afresh,
Open a new ledger book.
And maintain
My balance sheet.
I make deposits
By nurturing myself,
And allow none to
Make withdrawals.

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Inner Light Is Finally Shining

Inner light is finally beginning to shine
People are no longer watching from sidelines
They are willing to look beyond their concerns
Help is pouring out all of a sudden.

Whether by lighting a candle or marching in silent protest
Against those who mindlessly perpetrate
Crime, or to help a software techie paralysed
And do whatever for the guy so traumatized.

Today I read the Tamil government has given eunuchs
Their rightful place as a third sex
These are signs to help those marginalised
Mere slogans are not enough it’s finally realised.

All is not lost
There is still hope
Let’s all be the change we want
And not wait for a magic wand

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Sun

Don’t look so downcast
Nothing ever lasts.

Don’t you see?
I am always
At the receiving end,
That doesn’t stop me
From doing the work
I have been assigned.

People feel ambivalent
Towards me,
They love to hate me
When too cold, they feel malevolent.
Some suffer fromS.A.D,
They pray for me to rise
So that they can feel warm and gay.

But in summer,
When it gets too hot,

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A Mother and Daughter! ! ! ! ! ! !

At 15, taking a stroll with my mother
On a cool summer night after dinner,
Ma, one question always nags my mind
What is it she softly asked, my child?

How can one spend a life time with one man?
Doesn’t it get boring after a short span?
As we sat on the bench, she looked at me
Yes, it needs commitment we don’t foresee.

In the first flush of love when you are getting acquainted
You love everything as you are smitten and infatuated.
But slowly it begins to sink that nobody is perfect
We have feet of clay, disillusioned you come to accept.

But as you come to know each other better,
And are growing up and raising a family together.
You are overcome with love, respect and acceptance
And enjoy each other’s company even in silence.

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A Prayer For Deliverance

You sat on the bed with a faraway look,
Aimlessly turning the pages of a book.
Silent tears flowing down your cheeks.
You have become all bones these last few weeks.

You look at me as if to say,
Why is there so much delay?
From God’s side to call me away,
I am worn and grey.

And no longer want to prolong my stay.
Bedridden, I don’t know how to pass my day.
I don’t want to live in such a helpless way.
Please pray for my quick getaway.

I turn my face, wiping a tear.
I don’t want her to hear
The cry in my heart.
Time has come for us to part.

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As I Cross the City Limits...

As i cross the city limits
it takes a while
before thoughts recede
from my cluttered mind
and i begin to feel at ease...

couple of hours in the countryside
I am amazed to find
that the march of time
has not touched
the rhythm and rhyme

women, with firewood
on their head,
walk in a way that would
pose a threat
to models on
the ramp...

While a farmer

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