I walked with pride to hold the mike

All friends then pushed me with words of strength to speak
This happened when I was to give a speech on a felicitation day
I walked with pride to hold the mike
On the podium I stood,
With thousands of eyeballs blinking at me..
Froze I and tongue went void of words
With my unpreparedness on this occasion
Yet to cover my shame I spurted few words
And the outcome was laughter bursting out
In all corners of the hall as I designed my words
Which hardly made any sense even to me
On the way back home,
With memories of recent mockery
I promised to self that I shall address
And I shall get claps of fame

Days flew, months went
Graduations happened, I walked in corporates
My fear was to face the crowd
To speak a few words on the spot
Honed my skills wrote I my way
In my language with prudence on synonyms
I designed my speeches with a colloquial tinge
To attract eyeballs and capture more ears
Than yawning bored audience
I built rebuilt and reframed statements
Rehearsed twice thrice and again just
With memories of past mockery
I promised to self that I shall address
And I shall get claps of fame

Today I stand as a chosen one
Chosen one to address the crowd
Crowd of 4000 eyeballs all in suits
In their cherry blossom painted shoes
To address and welcome the head of the company
With elegance I quoted and my words
Went straight to audience as messages of importance
All colleagues had pushed me with words of strength to speak
I walked with pride to hold the mike
And this day with pride I essayed and kept my promise…

Away from the humdrums Chose i the land of green pastures, Gods own country...

Away from the humdrum
My mind craved for some serene place...
Chose i the land of green pastures, Gods own country...
Landed i on the platform after the enegine coughed the last puff of smoke

Fresh air i breathed once i arrived the green land
Traditionally soaked were the folks of land
Ladies draped in the yards of unique white
And men also draped in multicolored cloth around their waists
Spices smelt the air and banana plants ornated the lanes
Flora of varied hues beautified the paths
Away from the humdrums
Chose i the land of green pastures, Gods own country...

Beauty lied in the structure of lanes
Moving up and down in a zigzag manner
Architectural marvels were the houses
Huge and marvellous were sight,with astonishing dazzling granite slabs
Roofs designed to grant a rural tinge
But with modernised designs internally
Courtyards with smiling flowers and coconut trees erected as pillars
Backyards filled with creepers of veggies dangling
Away from the humdrums
Chose i the land of green pastures, Gods own country...

Devotion of devotees captured ones attention
sun popped up late but temples opened before dawn
Classical music captivated the ambience
Altars of huge area with shrine was full of soulful divinity
Sounds of hymns resonated to evoke divinity
People waited and paused to have a glance of the priceless idol.
Amazing feel i gathered...garnered i a sense of peace
Away from the humdrums
Chose i the land of green pastures, Gods own country....
A sight of delight and fulfillment rushed in me
Truly i declare that the Gods own country added in pills of vitamins and tonnes of joy....

Destiny to smile with a hope of easy rest

Destined to smile is my hope

But faded looks my journey to the goal

Pruned were my studies

And unlearned was my mark

Still my childhood was graceful with my younger siblings
Enjoyed I, playing and staying with them
Cooked for them and smiled when they relished
Married to one at an early age
And embodied him and his wishes
Destined were my duties to serve him
And I did religiously
Winters and summers passed
Stabs gained I from my lord
Silence was a medicine which I swallowed
But bitterness continued…..
But destined to smile was my hope
I gained a price of isolation from my spouse
With three children following me
Thought times to end my breath with venom
But cries of my kids resisted me
Money was the world and agony was to my credit
Begged my siblings but returned with stabs
My wounds were peppered with more words
And my weep prolonged
Aimed to slog I, with harshness around
Found none to share nor care
Wept I whined I but in vain
But still destined to smile was my hope
Fasted I and gave bread to my children
Hoped to see a smile in them
And they laughed at me when I turned grey
Kicked was I from one goal to other
Rubbing plates and accolade with cursing words added to my credit
Tears and fears peaked in me and lost in lanes stay I
And now have reached a destiny to smile with a hope of easy rest ……

On a sunny day....

On a sunny day on the goan shore

Laid i wistfully glancing the gushing waters

Waves rolled with roars to sweep all underneath

tender crabs raced ahead to fetch its safety

some swung with the water some stuck to the sandy shore

some lost their ways and rolled back with the receding water

but stubborn seemed the eight legged to reach its goal

waves never stopped nor did the crabs

Laid i wistfully glancing the gushing waters

herons and ravens floated in air to eye their feeds

tender crabs raced ahead to fetch its safety

some drilled in the wet sand some raced fast against the flyers

some lost their ways and rolled back with the receding water

but stubborn seemed the eight legged to reach its goal

ravens never got tired nor did the crabs

Laid i wistfully glancing the gushing waters

Bipeds jumped in to net their profits

tender crabs raced ahead to fetch its safety

some acted numb some crawled through the sand

some lost their ways and rolled back with the receding water

but stubborn seemed the eight legged to reach its goal

bipeds never lost hope nor did the crabs

On a sunny day on the goan shore

Laid i wistfully glancing the gushing waters

To learn from crabs that spikes and trenches never end

Foes and hunters never zeroed

Racing against the odds with ways to chalk laid our aims

And always for game like the crabs in their games.....

I Dance in happiness with my leaves swaying with the wind

Glancing at my tender leaves contented I became
Some of my leaves in light green while others in darker hue
Mushrooming so much to give my friend a cushion to rest on me
Everyday my mate sparrow visits me and chirps a song for me
I Dance in happiness with my leaves swaying with the wind

Fluttering its wings arrive my mates
Some with spots and some with classy designs
So beautifully painted on its wings....
The butterflies kiss my leaves and play see saw on my leaves
I Dance in happiness with my leaves swaying with the wind

Blooming flowers of mine dazzle to catch the worlds’ eye
With Bountiful yellow petals matching the gloss of the sun
Standing tall with green stems call out the honey king
Buzzing loud comes in my guests and happily takes my honey
I Dance in happiness with my leaves swaying with the wind

In the pouring days, come many guests for a brief stay
Beetles clothed in red and black and long striped grasshoppers
All singing for me in their own tunes and rendering their stories
After the rains, thanking me the beetles wave a bye and the hoppers pat my leaves
I Dance in happiness with my leaves swaying with the wind

Happy that I have so many friends who visit me
Who sing for me, tell stories and carry my pollen when I know I can’t move
I glance at me, my leaves my stem my branch
So proud am I to shelter some, just support some when I know I can’t move
I Dance in happiness with my leaves swaying with the wind
As I know my friends are always there for me and they know I can’t move

a lazy sunday morning

a sunday morning I woke up after my ears cud hear to
honking buses and scooters from the lanes
The clock had struck 10 and I still draped myself in the cozy sheets of cotton
Sun let not me sleep and I forced up to walk out from my bed
disinterested with tonnes of laziness i dragged myself to the bathroom
sleepy body disinterested soul was I and I brushed my teeth east n west
came out to puff some coffee but alone was I and had to do d same
did I to drink but again felt sleepy n went off to sleep......

words' play

Doldrums gloom in minds to well the eyes
hearts feel squeezed to ooze red
words in front prick like nail bed
paralyzed in pain but in vain of vigor to jolt back,
but possibility is feeble,and weakness is strength
all claim due to failures and pessimism in walk
Sun shines to envision the rainbow of happiness
just with a simple word of praise
a brotherly pat of back injects vitamins of faith
spark on eyes to kill the wound with determination sprouts
with motivating words'
Its just a play if wondered the weight of the words
tone and tenor punches and essays its impact
feeling of attitude either ways is sketched by simple words play  

if the clock went backwards

Sat in thoughts if the clock went backwards

triggered in cheerness i rushed back to my golden days

corrected my errors in my paper to score a cent and not a null in mathematics

then i proceeded to my farewell speech,

hahah,couldn't stand how I had made a debris of myself

re-did I and enjoyed the applause

rolled to my higher secondary days,

couldn't stand my proposal style and the outcome of slap

now did I ensure a smart hunky style to gain a kiss from the gal

wow,felt in paramount happiness

slipped to my office days

reworked now on my smart ways of dealing with my clients

Claps of praise brought me back to reality

they were just thoughts and queried I why couldn't I roll back?

Answer gave my conscience,contented wouldn't have I been if 

thoughts went true.....

need someone to talk to.....

days n nights have rolled
clock seems un-tired and have kept moving
long time i discovered on my calendars
digging the basis in me for my melancholy
failure proved i in the investigation
sadness for no reason
brain remained washed out with no saplings of thoughts
poor I felt disdained in no solace
what to do to rub off my grief
read pages typed till fingers ached
visioned lots to pain my eyes and heard till blood oozed
but none triggered solace and feel
need someone to talk to.....

colors and tunes,rhythms and beats
fill the air the scent of flowers
ladies painted to glow and decorated with gems and jewels
gents compete to gain a look in the crowd
fun and energy and joy becomes the ambiance
glows the children to play the most
festivals and occasions bond the humans
cultural feel spreads across
hues of languages and varieties unite
wonderful the look looks to population
clock seems fast and time runs faster
to reduce the happiness
Indian festivals binds all minds
with colors and tunes,rhythms and beats

Award from my dad

i so wish to gain an award
just to see my dad tear in joy
announced once about a ceremony of prizes
I welcomed my dad to the function
waited I to see him merry for me and he did
wished he that dignitaries called him on podium
and waited to praise me to the world
but saddened his thoughts and curtained his unhappiness.
wished I to gain an award
then came good days again after lapse of 2 years
again welcomed I my dad for a function
in such energy did he dress himself and contented to see me receive
prepared a speech to essay to the world he
but again doomed in sadness he remained to not read his speech
Award seemed meager in sight of his need of words
His feeling for me weighed more than the medal
 i wish I need no award but just a piece of speech from my dad
itching with thoughts of glory and happiness he ready to
vomit with sparkling eyes and gestures
I so wish that an award from my dad is most precious.....

choose a way to make it a success.

glancing the flowers and green carpets I walked in a park

one day to kill my boredom

stayed in thoughts and pulled to view a fight

came a row of ants to load its container of food

wonder struck was I to see the queue

and clean unmessy go of them

came a fat beetle to quench its hunger

with vigor and valor stormed it,the group of ants

poor thing felt I

vanished the meat from the sight and merry became the beetle

hopped a stout grasshopper to pull the meat to doom the beetle's glee

flapping the wings went the grasshopper and met a sparrow

pecking its beak on the grasshopper it grabbed the meat.

to save its life grasshopper slipped away ....

stayed I in thoughts for a meat we so cheat and beat others

but realized the nature's cycle and digested the fact

come and go the trenches and peaks but the act of 

survival lies in the fittest and the vigorous right ways

concluded I,sacrifices are parts of life and winning is its counterpart

why whine about failures and choose a way to make it a success.... 

rose is a rose is a rose

a rose is a rose is a rose
pink and red and yellow
all bloom up with sweet smiles
glancing with happiness dances roses
to picture the world its merriment
felt wanna be like a cheerful rose
and pictured myself to be one
but came a bee to sting me wandered a squirrel
to nibble my feeble petals
came a storm to brush me hard but in pain I managed
ants rolled to taste me and rains drenched me fully
back to reality came I and thought
a rose is a rose is a rose
with pains and wounds glows it in joy
but emits cheerfulness in full go
ascertains laughter and smiles to wave off worries
globe admires beauty of smiles and not frowns
and surely a rose is a rose is a rose

I asked the almighty why am I only in pain

I asked the almighty why am I only in pain

And waited for His answer but heard none I

Glancing out of my window I waited long,

I saw a leaf shedding from a branch and found a beetle falling down

Found I that no other beetle on the other leaves called for help

Fractured the poor insect and crying with dry tears it died

Poor beetle felt I

Saw the plant but found as if it’s fractured its limb

The leaf had conked out and plant had broken its arm

Oops felt I and remained still to see no other leaves could call help

Poor plant felt I

 Saw a white dove on a cable romancing with its mate

Enjoying was I to see the sweetness in it

Abruptly came a spark to turn the white dove into a burnt bird

Mate flew high but called none for help

Poor dove felt I

Still was I glancing out of my window

Sensed a pain and cried loud and their came my entire family to aid me

It was an ant that bit me and after my cry saw that killed by my bro

Stunned to note that my pain was heard

And came running many to aid me but

What about the accidents which I saw…..

None called no one came and silence persisted

Got an answer from Lord that I am not in pain

But rather others are in the same…Help them God cried I 

To catch a train in Mumbai

 Flood of population stormed

The area but again diluted in seconds

Eyelids fluttered and all seemed normal

Standstill I stood in the platform of Mumbai

And different colors of populace rushed helter-skelter

Soaked in the perspiration and filled with energies hopped each one

Clocks rushed presumed I as the speed revealed the spirits in them

 Village guy I, felt misplaced to digest the length of tall towers

Read the colors, taste the city culture

Came I from a land of peace to this noisy air

To quench the thirst of my pockets

Pushed and pulled was I in the over pouring trains

And learnt I the skill of management of life here

Life is tough to rise before sun and see only the black ceiling

But kids and matured slog and earn a living

Fast surely to fasten the person to earn, learn and gain

Now I flip my days of entrance here

And laugh at my imprudence of place

Met men and ladies of all age sectors

Labored for them and gained a self in same Mumbai

Still get in I in the swarmed trains with fun and vigor

Struggled in many fights and failures but skilled became me

Knowledgeable now am I and stand now still to catch a train in Mumbai