The Beach

 

She waits for the tide to ebb.

Old bones creak with every step. 

She drags on with resilience

for the beach gives her the pep.

Wine-Less

 

The days appear so clear now-

proof of a long pending vow.

Though dusk lures with its intent-

the wine does not tempt somehow.

Best Is Yet To Come

 

Roller coaster days are gone.

What thrill it was to ride some.

When you weigh the pros and cons-

you sense - best is yet to come.

As you stand at a crossroads,

savour those moments and hum,

memories discard and hoard-

you trust - best is yet to come.

And the chords of the soul strum-

you know best is yet to come.

Subtext

 

Your words do not match the tune. 

An offbeat smile on the face. 

How long can you be immune,

and let the soul not surface?

Why do you so camouflage,

and withdraw into your shell?

For I know you by and large,

and I am under your spell. 

Memories throb and riot -

even though you are quiet. 

I See Her

 

I sometimes see her sitting in a park. 

At times I see her working with vigour. 

I often sense her walking in the dark.

But she is gone yet her presence lingers. 

Memories spring up from those old pictures

with her undeterred smile full of pleasure. 

They tell me I have her calming features-

I’m proud that is how I am measured. 

Many a times I go to bed early

for I know she will appear in my dreams. 

That is where I can chat with her surely,

and feel life is not as bad as it seems. 

I long for her blessings on my birthdays.

To see her often I seek different ways. 

Alone

One morning he did not stir

She was gone, and all was blur. 

So many years together-

in a hurry to meet her. 

Wonders

Elephants can find water.

Dogs take a leak on the tyres.

Funny whiskers of otters.

And the birds swing on the wires.

The monkeys relish the lice.

Dolphins click and dangers warn.

The cats are blessed with nine lives.

And turtles seem to live on.

Painful rats can withstand pain.

Lions flaunt their royal mane.