The Shining Scar

On the deep forehead shines a bright scar

from her helter-skelter days-

etched by a bicycle and wild hours.

I touch the bruise, and muse, fills me with amuse.

And depicts the mischiefs of her youth.

Shy not away from it’s gaze,

it hoards old memories and the truth.

Scuba Diving (Ko Samui)

The sunlight pierced the deep blue waters

as I waded through the flaps of the sea.

Trudging, I hung onto my instructor,

who, with skill, glided along patiently.

Stomach churned with butterflies as we dived.

Soon a shoal of fish rapidly shot past

creating a ripple as we arrived

at their water kingdom - beautiful, vast.

Species of colourful kinds zipped around

those misty waters, that corals lit up.

I smiled but hissed out a gurgling sound,

and all sorts of images conjured up.

We descended into a narrow ledge

that spread like an underwater jungle.

Shafts of light cast shadows on the sand-bed,

and my instructor blew big ring-bubbles.

I touched the soft sand which escaped my hand,

like the blazing fishes of aqua’s pride.

Gradually we ascended to land.

And I felt the fear in me subside.

Refulgent Eyes

There is dance in your brown eyes today-

wonder what music they see.

Bounce, and sparkle, and my heart they slay.

Pure, unfazed, and far beyond can gaze, untraced.

But when their colours fade, I tingle,

and deep down tears blur me.

Would an ice cream bring back that twinkle?

A Dog Called Scotch

A stray dog dozed outside a palace

of a king unmatched in fame-

unaware of fate that blessed His Grace.

People thronged all day long, Scotch merrily yawned.

Events transpire within four walls-

wild, and if known, would defame.

Scotch blinks, shakes his head and lolls.