Question of Life ?

Why do I feel the urge to know
What is around,
Why are they
Where they are ?

From the cradle to the grave
we're taught to be suave.
But life, the most abstruse;
is the cause of my mind's disabuse.

Metaphors on life,
never quenched my thirst;
only left me wanting for more.
Life, my ami, is just incondensible!

Like a rising tide in an ocean,
when my heart swells in emotion;
I endeavour to desolate my self,
to witness the nature of elve.


Contemplation on the grand question,
ended up creating internal commotion.
I sometimes fear, if it is nature's ruse
or a sure shot way for self-amuse.

Sister's wedding

Wheel of time has rolled,
memories have begun to unfold.
Those events are frozen in my mind,
Huh! Lucky to have a sister of her kind!

It is a moment of joy and sorrow,
She won't be at home in the morrow.
Her absence will create a huge void,
still I wouldn't for god sake avoid.

My lovely sister is entering a new phase,
May God shower her with all his grace.
Wish the angels and fairies will together flock,
When she enters into a divine wedlock.

Poetic heresy ?

How shall thou let my knowledge kingdom,
know I am bestowed with poetic wisdom?

Seldom do I feel the verve before composition,
Neither do I feel my act, as that of imposition.

Words that are spliced, with no visible connection;
becomes a phrase, with astonishing perfection.

How shall I explain, the genesis of such a thought,
in a brain of my kind, which is otherwise drought

Spasms of thoughts occur, beyond my hold;
cannot say when, it shall for me unfold.

An ability which I cannot demonstrate,
causes my heart to often agitate

When shall thou come and say,
I have not committed a poetic heresy.

An Evening on a Sea Shore

Gush! Roared the waves,
twilight had colored the waters;
sparks from a glowing coal
flashed in air like a firefly.

Bare feet digging in the soft sand,
holding a fried corn in my hand;
saw a little girl dancing to the beats
of a crude drum, to earn a morsel or two.

The setting sun was changing its hue
from molten iron to pinkish orange.
How many relationships were made or marred,
Can only be guessed by the nature's own bard

Vastness of the ocean, rhythm in its waves,
A distant horizon where sky kissed the land;
an orange ball to lit this sight.
I kneeled and sprinkled water on my head.

Filched Flowers

An old sluggard perambulating at dawn;
peeping at the flowers in every garden
For those which had bloomed near the compound wall.
Using all his guile and left-over might,
he leaped and jumped to pluck those flowers
Often did he succeed in his early morning venture.

With those filched flowers in his basket,
making a tak, tak sound with his walking stick;
continued his saunter with a merrier face and greater pace.
As he meandered along the path, a temple was seen at a distance.
With a visible devotion in his face, he made a deep obeisance
and offered those flowers of blissful fragrance.

The scene had frozen in my mind and I stood staring internally -
"Will the God accept his obeisance?" lingered in my mind,
and every time, the whole chain of events use to rewind.
The procurement of flowers looked illicit, but the tenacity
involved seemed a virtue. Which outweighs the other?
Will Ignorance don the cause of his redemption?

Why Should I bother ?

My tea

In summer, winter, autumn and spring
I hate to miss this lovely thing.
Aroma of leaves boiling in water,
mmmm!! Nothing else does matter.

Hunching on the railing
I stand, at the top of my building,
a place I love to be;
holding a cup of hot aromatic tea.

Past doesn't hurt, future doesn't exist;
the most desired way for man to subsist.
Savouring every sip, leaving nothing to drip
I start for my home, a daily evening trip.

Reminiscent pursuits!!!: The Banyan Tree

Reminiscent pursuits!!!: The Banyan Tree