Tuesday 31 January 2012

Am I Alive?

I see
but
am I observing?

I hear
but
am I listening?

I smell
but
am I savoring?

I taste
but
am I relishing? 

I touch 
but 
am I feeling ?

I smile
but 
am I happy?

I read 
but 
am I learning?

I think
but 
am I acting?

I plan
but 
am I implementing ?

I sleep
but 
am I resting?

I believe 
but 
am I trusting?

I thank
but
am I grateful?

I age
but 
am I growing?

I live
but 
am I alive? 


A friend of mine recently sent me a text message asking "You alive?" , which prompted me to write this post.  


Linked at OpenLinkNight Week 29 by DVerse Poets Pub

Wednesday 25 January 2012

Date With The Lake

As the Sun makes his vanishing act,
The Moon takes over his job
Accompanied by Edison's evolved wonders.

Chirping birds are busy in sweet dreams
Filling their spots are chirps and squeaks
Of six legged arthropods and  bats

He loses himself gazing at her
In her , he finds himself,
Her lucidity mystifies him

With green photosynthetic beauties
Playing the symphony of silence
With a timely disturbance of honks and horns

The calmness which she has, eludes him
Being such a center of attraction
Yet so simple , yet so humble

Deep within this concrete jungle
In the desert of modern times
She is the oasis of nature!


  
  Image courtesy : Google Images 

Linked at OpenLinkNight Week 28 hosted by DVersePoets


Sunday 22 January 2012

Breaking Borders

F E A R S 
bordering us 
from 
having
FAITH

T I M E
bordering us 
from
staying 
in TOUCH

H U R T 
bordering us 
from 
being 
HAPPY

M E M O R I E S
bordering us 
from 
enjoying
the MOMENT

P R E J U D I C E S
bordering us 
from 
understanding
PEOPLE

D O U B T S 
bordering us 
from 
pursuing 
our DREAMS

B O U L D E R S
bordering us
from
being what we are
 MEANT TO BE.


Prompted by Poetics prompt by Claudia at DVersePoets - B ¦ O ¦ R ¦ D ¦ E ¦ R ¦ S

Cat Of Many Colors

I was all dark and black
But something I used to lack 



With my color, I was fed
So I wished to be all red. 



Everyone told me, I was a silly fellow 
So I changed myself to yellow


But then I felt quite mean 
Because with jealousy I turned green 


After all this, I had no clue
With sadness I turned blue


At last, I fell into a dark sack,
Finally I came back to being my dear black


Image courtesy : Google Images



This was an impromptu rhyme I came up with while attending a workshop on telling stories to kindergarten kids conducted by Dr.Vatsala Iyengar ... Haven't made much edits to my original draft

Sunday 23 October 2011

Let It Be

Image courtesy : Sweetestsin2862

This poem is a message from a father to his dear child...


Sleeping peacefully, my dear baby, so lovely and mild
Three words I would like you to know, my child
"Let it be"

Sometimes you will give your best
Yet you might be nowhere close to the rest
Just let it be

Sometimes your heart might be broken
With only memories left as a token
Just let it be

Sometimes you have to forget your long wait
And walk away with a losing, disappointed gait
Just let it be

Sometimes all your efforts might go in vain
You might be left with just regrets and pain
Just let it be

Sometimes life may get rough and harsh
But never allow your mind to be marsh
Just let it be 

Sometimes close to victory, you might face defeat
But do not let your confidence go offbeat
Just let it be

Sometimes when you are very lost and confused 
Know that, within you, I am always fused 
So just let it be 


Prompted by Bluebell Books: Short Story Slam Week 12



Thanks to Ava from The Poetry Palace for selecting me as the Thursday Poets Rally 55 Award Winner





Saturday 10 September 2011

The Departure



She waves to him with her sweet smile
But her smile just lasts for a while
As his ship moves farther into the sea
Her agonies, she begins to see! 

Unfolding the letter she had
Reading his words she felt glad
His voice echoed in his words
Her dreams began to fly like birds 



Thursday 25 August 2011

The Beginning



Entering into the Library of Life
He goes towards the Fiction section
Searching his book of Genesis

After looking for hours
Finally he gets his favorite novel
Written in his own thoughts and dreams


He begins reading from the middle
Painting those words on the canvas of his mind
Reading the story of "The Beginning"

A lush, beautiful garden
With trees of time filled fruits of fun
Birds and animals living in harmony

There are waterfalls filling him with wonder
Rainbows in the background of nature's rhapsody
Finally he spots the only two humans in this eden.

He knows who they are..
Adam, His mind - the thoughtful and the wise
Eve, His heart - the beautiful and nice

Looking at them causes him to think
They would live happily ever after
Not realizing the twist of fate..

He flips to the beginning of the book
Reading how all this was created by the One
The One, he calls the Soul.