"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Saturday, December 30, 2017

Holidays With Mouse

So I bought two big sweet potatoes 
To prepare delicious holiday pie.

Busy with other chores, baking 
Was postponed for sometime.

As I opened the pantry for some food, puzzled 
I was with fallen shreds of potato skins.

The nibble marks were so visible on red skin
Not knowing the cause I simply threw the vegetable.

But that wasn’t the end of story. With bite marks around
Soon other snack bags found its way in trash bin.

On morning of Thanksgiving I opened the pantry
Sitting inside fruit basket the little mouse greeted me.

Shocked I jumped with a scream
The tiny rodent ran up and down the hall.

From room to room it gave me an exhausting chase, finally
The scared mouse took shelter in attic and I slumped on bed

Now shopping for a mouse trap is 
On my special winter list project.

Good-news! 
Mouse has been caught!
Holiday cheers to all!


Dec. 24th 2017

Chaperon Of My Lost Rhymes!

O! Muse! which one of you 
Should I invoke as my aid?
In which land, to what place
Should I go in search of inspiration?
She who leaves me at her whim
Like she never is my acquaintance 
Making me wonder
Is she ever mine to begin with!

In those playful moments when she
Lingers around me; I hold her so close 
Not wanting to let her go
But she disappears taking 
My thoughts and words with her
And buries them underground
In places of deep, dark, and 
Of depth unknown.

Again she emerges to float around
In blue sky among cottony clouds
Wanders around hills and vales
Chirps like a bird hidden in green leaves
Holding unsung melodies beyond my reach.

From my window I watch her
Cracking a laughter with sunshine
Conversing with bees buzzing on flowers
The big catalpa tree stands amused
Wide eyed yellow leafed 

Chaperon of my lost rhymes!