Wednesday, March 17, 2021

What Is It?


Summertime but I feel cold.

Empty thoughts that seem so deep.

Heavy eyes of tears unrolled.

So tired yet cannot sleep.

Things begin to drift away.

Known faces now appear strange.

But my wits will find a way

as memories rearrange.

Worry not to find the cause-

the mind has taken a pause.

Wednesday, March 10, 2021



Man with a sense of humour

though appeared quiet and shy.

Read no news, loved no rumours,

just with his smile he lived by.

He would greet with a salute,

and wander at a canter.

Chirped till you told him to mute,

but ready for a banter.

His wand now no more in hand-

I will miss this blue-shorts man.

Sunday, March 7, 2021

The Dancing Girl


I have watched this little girl

grow up in my neighbourhood.

Fluffy hair ever unfurled

dancing away her childhood.

She walked with a bouncy gait,

and spoke with her big round eyes.

And the boys would drool and wait

for a glimpse of fire and ice.

Though I shall see her no more - 

her image my soul will pour.

Sunday, February 28, 2021

Final Breath


Here she took her final nap

with no fear, tears or wails.

A story book by her lap

likely of romantic tales.

Smile still lingered on her face

but the one that makes you weep.

Close yet so faraway gaze

that my soul forever keeps.

Let her past be my future-

my mother and my teacher.

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Monday, February 8, 2021

My Eyes


They tell the way they have seen

the life passing through their doors.

And of places they have been

by wheels, rails or mighty oars.

But let me have my own tale

for my eyes seek their own choice.

Borrowed stories feel so pale

for these ears who heed no voice.

Let my senses flow and churn

as the pot of desire burns.

Monday, January 11, 2021

My Little Puppy


Wake her early and you find her grumpy

for the cozily spread quilt is fluffy.

As if to say - let the barking dogs bark-

lazily cuddles my little puppy.