Grape

 

And the vineyard buzzes with dark red grapes.

My mind and the soul exchange lustful gapes.

Here comes their crush - vintner the grape crusher.

And the velvety fruit juicy form drapes.

String

 

Play me on a violin

or strum me on a guitar.

Pluck me on a mandolin

or buzz me on a sitar.

Lean on me to dry your drops,

tie me to a kite to soar.

Wrap me around a sweet top,

shake me for the bells to roar.

Pull me to call in favours

or detach me and savour.

Image

 

You cannot digest what speaks the mirror,

and feverishly search to mend the damage.

You blame it for it reflects your errors,

and portrays not your new made-up image.

So you snap, click and edit your photo-

colours to present a different picture.

Camouflaged with layers from head to toe,

hiding the soul but flashing the texture.

You caption this frame to further enhance,

peppered with a sweet voice to go along.

In hope to upraise the societal stance

but unaware where you truly belong.

But soon this drama and dice go backstage-

you call the mirror for a pure image.

Ganesh Chaturthi

 

There he sits with folded legs

with long ears that lend to all.

Round about the trunk-nose spreads,

eloquent eyes like a doll.

Blessings for good beginnings-

here we redeem all our vows.

Sweetness of modak streaming,

quietly munches his mouse.

Longer need this ten days lease-

but he dives into the seas.

Janmashthami

 

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.