Bathtub

 

I immerse myself in a hot bathtub.

Foam spreads its warmth across my tired body.

With a perfumed soap lazily I scrub,

and close my eyes thinking of nobody.

The bubbles rise, fall and burst everywhere-

mingle with the froth of icy champagne.

My limbs get pampered, my bones are repaired

as the scented vapour relieves my pain.

I sip the sparkling wine with eyes still closed.

But sense the twirls of steam float in the air.

Invisible fingers massage my brows.

The music I hum has a heady flair.

Pleasure courses through, despair disappears-

could the clock stop - the future not appear?

Gannu

 

Roly-poly round belly

with the prankster mouse pious-

he sits with a look airy

on the great royal dais. 

His large ears hear all our chants

while the little eyes twinkle. 

His nose twirls as in a dance,

and irons out our wrinkles. 

But soon comes time for good-bye-

we immerse, He will stand by. 

Janmashtami

 

Embodying divine spirits

the human pyramid soared.

Swaying with colourful wits,

the souls danced as the rain poured.

And amidst the bells of joy,

a small boy climbed to the top.

Mischievous appearing coy,

he broke the clay yogurt pot.

And as the white honey flew-

deep inside me a conch blew.

Cause

I hurry because I fear. 

Worry for the path unclear. 

All I do is fuss about 

for I am somewhere though here. 

Bookaholic

Pages of a book unfold. 

Or the kindle-mate lights up. 

Day begins with folklores old

‘fore  the morning tea is slurped. 

As the stories roll and stir - 

every word is scrutinised. 

In the silence of murmur

a peppery tale is diced. 

The scent of the texts galore

with the allure of a lore. 

Pause

 

Now is the time to slow down

for the hands of time slow not. 

Let those dull bygones not hound

for after-time who knows what.

Why look for a cause to fight?

Life is good and yet you whine.

The tired limbs seek a respite. 

This race has no finish line. 

A smile can erase each scar. 

The glass will tell who you are. 

Yawn

 

My days are filled with long yawns. 

Bright no more glares of neon. 

Those dusks that I so longed for -

come eve and I wait for dawn.