Mystical Waves

And I watched the sea unfold

her mystical waves on shore.
Along strolled my thoughts untold-
waltzed in rhythm with the roar.
Each wave with its unique hum,
unrolled and caressed my feet.
Tingled with its frothy tongue,
dwindled the sand from beneath.
And so we talk for hours long-
the waves and me every morn.

The Retard

The human-bees swarm the station,

buzz about with apprehension.

Come morning, the grim faces

bustle without comprehension.

Amid this - lone stands a retard.

He hails, then smiles at each diehard.

A stranger to these strangers-

he mingles but they disregard.

Wonder-city.

Who needs pity?

Heartbeat

For whom the heart thumps so loud-

wherefore burns in agony?

Why sing to this mundane crowd

who wrench it repeatedly?

The clock ticks to alter fate,

unconcerned with time and cause.

And the heart tussles with haste

until its untimely pause.

And this hustle will not cease.

Memory is on short lease.

Diners

Commuting back from work amidst the noise.
I ponder over a nice place to dine.
Some place cozy where I'm spoilt for choice,
somewhere to gossip with a glass of wine.
I look out the window, my train zigzags ,
then pauses as the next station rolls by.
On the platform sits a small girl in rags
clutching old newspaper, handful of fries.
Wide-eyed she waits for her brother to join
who comes running flashing a toothy smile.
Soon they devour what is fetched by a coin,
relishing the meal earned once in a while.
The train rumbles on in the whizzing rains.

My belly grumbles but the hunger wanes.

Rain's Symphony

Sky rumbled like a drumroll.

Clouds beat about in rhythm.

As the wind whistled and trolled,

an earthy scent seemed to hum.

Rain dropped its watery note

that dribbled over the face.

With each chord the monsoon stroked,

a musical soul surfaced.

A tune soared from silent strings-

flapping melodious wings.

Guilt

The guilt gnaws at the conscience,
tearing non-societal thoughts.
It creeps in slow, then poisons -
its notorious ink blots.
The mind is a restless leaf
that flutters as the wind blows.
It sails tho the journey brief
since we anchor when it flows.
To trail beliefs is no grit,
nor the path that others writ.

                

Geometry

And when the pains multiplied-

from life was subtracted glee.

Mind from the soul did divide

till you were added to me.

I was in maze of circles,

trying to find an angle.

But root cause of all troubles

got lost in the triangle.

Then to reshape you entered.

And soon became my centre.

Appa

Vibhuti shone on forehead,
clad in dhoti he towered.
Adorned with a holy thread,
all the knowledge empowered.
Tho gruffy he appeared,
for his look seemed severe.
Sporting a stylish beard -
I wish he was still here.
Now memories fill instead.
Lies unridden his moped.

Hudson River

Sunlight streams thru and illumines distances afar.

The long piers stretch across gleaming like solar bars.

The yachts stroll as the river rolls along the skyline.

Away for buzz one hears the hum of the morn hour.

Niagara

From the high mountains she tumbles and rolls,
reaching the brim of the deep valley's cup.
Then drops gustily with thunder and roar,
displaying the might that nature stores up.
She bounces on rocks with vigour untold,
sprinkling fountains of water with much force.
Appears as tho many tongues unfold,
each gushing from a mysterious source.
Such enveloped in her magical mist,
the rainbows spread their long colourful wings.
Dazed I stand this dazzling whiteness amidst,
and wonder how unblinking she so blings.
If ever a structure that portrays love-
matchless remains the architect above.

Glass

Face the chink now echoes glass.
Blur seems while truth shows.
Gaze cannot eye tho unveils mask.
Stir memories gross.

Thug

Sparkling eyes pop me awake.

Laughters echo in my mind.

Every breath her name intakes

longs for the clock to rewind.

Soul seeks those lips fiery.

Her breath engulfs, surreal.

The touch now imagery-

limbs quiver for the real.

Steal me away you old thug.

Enwrap me in your love-hug.

Hopscotch

Pearls of laughter reverberated across the ground.

A pebble floated and twirled, and then clunked on the ground.

A girl spiralled in the air and landed on a square.

Children oohed - her ponytail bounced, and her smile profound.

The Moon Walk

The full moon unfolded its golden wings,

and tickled her ever so shining face.

The long languorous yawns blurred her musings,

but she shook away the nocturnal haze.

The tidings of the sea beckoned her soul.

Pearly waves rolled and unrolled with new sounds.

Along the shore with just her thoughts she strolled.

The sand caressed - reveries knew no bounds.

A boat waltzed to the rhythm of her steps -

they seemed wanting to splat across the beach.

Purple shells lay scattered from ocean’s depths -

told tales that only her ears could reach.

Her mind buzzed but words remained unspoken.

Her footprints firm - the silence unbroken.

Swaminarayan Temple - Bhuj

The white marble pillars stand.

Ooze warmth - by touch icy cold.

Chiseled with magical hand.

Tales engraved of history old.

Heaven-high shine the gold domes,

like descendants of the sun.

And the bells toll, echoes roam,

alluring far horizon.

Sculptor charms the creator.

Sculpture is the narrator.

Hyena

The evil lurked in the dark

as its hunger pangs grumbled.

The intent -  brutal and stark.

The laugh  - foxy preamble.

It limped away through a bush,

scenting and stalking its prey.

Skilled to create an ambush,

swift with razored teeth to slay.
Fooled not be by gait so slack.

Whistle could bring in its pack.

White Desert - Bhuj

The sun takes its golden dip.

Full moon splashes snowy glow.

Spellbound by the artist’s grip.

The cold winds whistle and blow.

Deep, beyond the vastness spread.

Shrouded by a salt carpet.

The pinch of the desert’s bed -

offers to tickle us wet.

Cheers echo as mugs clink.

Our silhouettes watch us drink.

Shuttle

The restless feathers ruffled on a cone

when the game began in an open court.

Passions would collide to vie for the throne,

as the shuttle whirled and flew, back and forth.

The crowd oohed to the rhythm of the squeaks.

Their heads yo-yoed to track the plumy bird.

Louder than the action the echoes speak.

The pace so furious that sighting is blurred.

The shuttle shuttles like an emotion -

soars and dips to our whimsical fancies.

Sometimes it thuds on the web it can’t shun,

and the wings wither while its powers cease.

The game may end, and players play their part.

But the drama is instilled in each one’s heart.

Bumsy Chuchi

Seems not long ago when you first rolled your bubbly eyes.

Little did I know, chocolates would cease the drama-cries.

Ice cream became your food, pasta the staple diet.

Now all you do is wag your bumsy and flash that smile.

Crossroads

Muses lay dormant in a cauldron.

When some logs fuel and crackle,

emotions ramble around and burn.

As paths clear - fear not what appear.

It is time the excesses offload.

Beliefs that were ramshackle

would wither as you stand at crossroads.