Monday, June 16, 2014

Chrysalis - old work edited

That's all we do, 
Cackle, laugh and tease, 
Sulk, pretend and smile before the end of every goodbye.
I turn it around,
It is still there, in my pocket, warm and snug,
The assurance of knowing.
You will be there to meet me the next day.
To share some of your life,
And to receive mine in return.
The world whirls on outside,
In a bitter snow storm.
Inside a cocoon, it's easier.
The cold hasn't touched us.
Not just yet.
The world has yet to plumb us
To depths we don't want to discover.
But the assurance in my pocket is turning lukewarm.
Telling me, a cocooned warmth is a stage of chrysalis,
So that we need to break out and fly free.
Maybe I will stumble on you as a bright flower,
Maybe feel you as the breeze on my wings,
You will exist somewhere in the world,
And it will be the pause till the next time we meet.


Sunday, May 25, 2014

Micropoetry - mine




I am bound by your imagination. Free up an universe within you. We might meet.

Mangoes ripen. Love fades. An ant scurries away. Life happens when you are not looking.

A mouthful of sun 
Hot, yellow and salty
A raw mango less in the pickle

Winter sunset
The scent of your laughter
Ripens the oranges

Like a seedling from the soil,
Like a flag in a victory march,
Like a note in a crescendo,
Like you never did fall,
Rise.





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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

The Line


What if there was a line,
right in the middle,
of wherever you are,
and everything you wanted,
ever desired and hoped for,
was right across that line,
all you had to do to cross over,
was leave somethings behind,
excuses, self-defeating patterns,
negative thoughts, self-criticism,
judgments, regrets, if-onlys,
blame, mistrust and your limitations,
would you cross over?




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Sunday, January 20, 2013

When was the last time...

When was the last time you dusted the cobwebbed corners of your mind,
When was the last time you plucked stray dreams from under your eyes,
When was the last time you stepped in a puddle or danced on the breeze,
When was the last time you reached out to paint the sky,
When was the last time you held someone you love really tight,
When was the last time you woke up to the smell of being alive,
When was the last time you shared a stranger's wistful smile,
When was the last time you filled your lungs with a cold winter's night,
When was the last time you laughed so hard that you still have the laugh lines,
When was the last time you pitched a tent under clear starry skies,
When was the last time you looked at the world with curious eyes,
When was the last time you travelled beyond your boundaries,
When was the last time you dropped your inhibitions like a child,
When was the last time you looked for simple treasures swallowed by a sofa,
When was the last time you shared a parent's hot cup of nostalgia,
When was the last time you met yourself like it’s for the first time?
Isn’t it time you renewed your acquaintance with you?





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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The Sciences Sing a Lullaby - Albert Goldmsith



Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.
Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.
Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
and
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.

Saturday, December 1, 2012


questions fluttering like sparrows
hop from branch to branch
spaces between silences
make the air sticky like soap from burst bubbles
the lights dim and get brighter
answers take flight like a cat's tail on fire
I have a bubblegum stuck on a shoe kind of mind today





Friday, November 9, 2012

Who is happier?

This question still puzzles me, many observations later - I am still nonplussed. Is it someone who sees life and the world as an intricate pattern full of symbolism and possibilities. Or is it someone who sees life as is - the plain, let us have fun and let us live it to its fullest without understanding any of it. Which of the above is happier? Which one is more content? Can you choose how you see the world and interpret it? 
 
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