"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.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Halloween Memories

All my memories 
Wander like kite beneath
autumn’s blue sky.              

It is five p.m.
One more hour and kids will
Be knocking the door.

Young ones start first 
they have to be in bed soon
Just enough time to gulp

One candy and wipe that
Halloween make up
Later come the older ones.

In groups they come and
Cross many neighborhoods to
hunt for yearly treats.

I still remember 
first Halloween eons back.
The doorbell rang

A boy was dressed strange
Trick or treat he said. Puzzled
I said what is that!

Seeing my outfit 
And foreign looking face, 
word a without he left.

Door bell rang again
Before I could figure out
A child and lady 

Were standing by the door.
She explained the festival
And child asked for treats.

Of course I had no candy!
Kindly she suggested 
To gather up some change 

And pass a dime 
Or two as a trick or treat.
That was forty eight years back!

In those days change was plenty 
We had no credit card and a dime 
Would buy a big candy bar!

Many a Halloween moons 
Have passed since then.
I too have adopted the festival

And joined in the fun.
Walked with my young ones
Till they were old enough 

To scrounge it all alone.
My little ones have grown 
But others have been born.

I still buy and pass candies
Cause kids and their festivals
We all need to cherish.

Happy Halloween

10. 31. 2017








Social Dimensions


Who ever said 
Two is company 
Three is a crowd 
Simply didn’t experience life 
To its fullest!
Two is lonesome
Three is fun 

One is content.

Monday, October 30, 2017

Winter Afternoon

In snow-covered backyard, garden is without bloom
Lonely is my heart and silence pervades the room.

Wind is forgetful today
Who is to knock on door? 

Lost in their own thoughts
Frugal is leaves’ communication.

Time is in prison today, hourglass broken
Bird is caged in here, no emotions hearken.

Hearth is cluttered
And fire burned out.

Dancing shadows of yonder land
Upon television zoom.

But fail to breathe life
In dead-still room.

Yet the crisp cool richness of afternoon
Invites me calmly-

Come! bathe in my hue for once

‘Cause I am part of your life.

A Wicked Boy’s Plight On Halloween Night!


Few little boys played happily with the ball.
An old mean boy kicked the ball high in air,
The ball got stuck in palm’s thick green hair.
A woodpecker flew to poke a hole in ball.
She filled it up with grass to make a lair 
For winter a warm nest she prepared.
Rain drops slipped from ball’s slick skin
Her chicks were safe too from windy blare.

The boy spiteful brought a ladder to climb
On to one of the long tree branch he held
The hatchlings were fearful and distressed 
For his cruel intention was to rumple the nest.
It was the evening for Halloween trick or treats!
Witches and goblins were flying above streets!

One of them kicked the ladder down with heels!
This left the wicked boy hanging from the tree!
Helpless to slide on ground or hoist up the nest!
His boisterous howls were drowned in darkness!
Nobody heard his sorrowful plight on that night!
For all thought he was doing the Halloween tricks!


Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Random thoughts 41,42, 43,44

Random Thought 41 (placing A Trust On Ideology)

Betting on an Ideology is 
Like betting on a race horse!
Its loss leaves you in mourning.
Angry, frustrated and speechless!


Random Thought 42 (On Contemplation)

Some time I want to exhaust myself
With drudgery and tell the thinking
Mind to shut up and go to hell!


Random Thought 43 (On Being A Poet)

I cringe a little
On being called a poet
For all these poems!


Random Thought 44 (God’s Instructions)

I am sure when God made this world
His instructions were-
You may live your life inquiring 
How Universe was made
But don’t question why!