Metaphors are mean
They mean a lot
In words
Earn means for the thoughts

It's Christmas today
Time to rejoice with family
And friends
Unwrapping the gifts of love
precious the gems ,held dear
Joyous the moments
Bring in warmth and cheer

Children's stockings
Filled with gifts
Relishing plum cakes and candies
And delicious treats  
A twinkle in the eyes
And spirits bright
And a fun filled starry night*

MERRY CHRISTMAS DEAR ALL

Lost in my thoughts
Found in my mind
Sometimes in words
If The Mind opines

Curiosity filled them all
Who led the cat out of the bag after all ......

Breaking through the museum
On an unearthly hour
Seeking
The unknown thrill

The Mammoths
Godzilla
And the Saber Tigers
Roam rampant
Up and down the
Alley and the grills

Watch out ,
The tarantula on the wall
It's Kicking alive ,
Yet still ....

Feed the  Hungry
    Sate  the Senses
         That
Hunger becomes Luxury

The tree of hearts
Branching out love
A colour red ,deep
One mine and one yours to keep

Together all hearts
A Beautiful piece of art
In the faith of love
We all live and reap

The tree of love
Nourished and replenished
Stands tall, evergreen
Rooted deep

All that mush
What's the fuss
Life is to live
Oh yes
Love it and live
Love you Zindagi
Love you Zindagi

A crazy you and a crazy me
Holding hands breaking rules
What a lovely pair together we make
Love you Zindagi

A simple smile and a twinkle in the eye
Take away the tears and banish the fear
A beautiful art , warms up the heart

I do what I like
And I like what I do
Right or wrong
Responsibility all mine

A Believer
More of spiritual
Forgive me , Oh Lord
Follow not too many rituals

I do what I like
And I like what I do
Works of a complicated mind
That's what you'd find

In retrospect
Reflect
Yet not regret
A quirky me
Yes that's true
And
Today I turn 42
Love you Zindagi

All that mush
What's the fuss
Life is to live
Oh yes
Love it and live
Love you Zindagi
Love you Zindagi

He is The Sun
I am The river

As apart as chalk and cheese
I am the chalk
He is the cheese
Yet with each other
Always at ease

He is The Sun
With directions fixed
Friends,
A rock solid, famous five
Since age five

I am The River
Ever flowing Boundless
Friends I have many
Maybe countless

He is my
Soul mate
Best friend
Gift for life

He is The Sun
I am The River

Sugar and Spice

The moments of Happiness

Stolen from Mundane

Sifted from the Rigour

Tempering Done

Sweetning Some

Happy the Moments

Savoured every Flavour

Sugar and Spice

She is the woman
I truly admire

Agile and  spirited
Positivity unlimited

A day's train journey
Is what she took
To be with us

Flying is not her thing

She inspires
At 91, yes age is just a number

Children's day
Celebrated on 14th November
In schools every year  

Our Teachers presented dramas
And Light musicals on stage

The fancy dress
A visual treat
And a lesson, short

The children treated
With Goodies
Fond and vivid
The childhood memories

Today it's my children
Who keep the child in me alive
My younger son wears a pair of socks
Of two different colours
Asks me to match the other pair with him
It's 'hidden' , he says
And I do follow

Let's celebrate its children's day
Believe in the child within
Today and everyday
Happy Children's Day

When my poems trend
How do they trend
Liked and loved
Lovely comments

Oh the perceptions
And my replies
Love them all

I post ,
Poets and poetesses
Friends
Do the reposts
Oh wow ,
I love the
Merry go Round

And then
The poem shines
On the front page

Alas !!!!
Graded yes Graded
Don't like that at all
A Big Sigh

As it's Snakes and ladders
All the time
And then comes
The great slide
Wow !!!
what a smooth ride
down the ramp
Zoom ....... it slips down

By the time I check
It's like Humpty Dumpty
Had a great fall
And ................,,,,
Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty
Lol Lol Lol .........

Oh I did love the
Merry go Round
Yet the slide ride down
Wasn't bad  at all

Life

Today you Are
Yesterday you Were
Tomorrow you will Be
Yet
Never Ever Forever
You will be

Memory

Today You Are
Yesterday You Were
Tomorrow You will Be
And
Forever
You can Be

Thoughts
Aren't
Malleable and Ductile  
Forced  
Drawn into Sheets
Conductivity Futile
Empirically Deduced

Words
Are
Malleable and Ductile  
Artistically Moulded
Strung up Embellished Pearls
Drawn into Sheets
A Pearlescent Sheen
Empirically Deduced

Striving to be the best
Selflessly or selfishly
No unrest

It's Diwali Tonight Festival of Lights
Celebratory Mood Festive Food
Gifts and Treats, Sharing a Delight

The House Well  Lit
Decorated in Bridal Colours

The Courtyard and Front Door
Decorated is the Floor
In Colourful
Rangoli
Designs and Patterns  

The Porch Lit Bright
With Earthen and Sky Lamps
And Decorative Lights

Welcoming The Goddess 'Laxmi'
For Good Luck , Wealth and Prosperity

Fineries Adorned
The Family comes together in the evening
Reverently Offering Prayers
Following the Rituals .

Friends come visiting
Sharing the Love Warmth and Light
Mithai and more Mithai
Calories not bothered About
Once in a year it's a Delight

Children burst Crackers
And Light  up Sparklers
The Night Sky lights up Bright
Yes it's the Festival of Lights
Spreading Happiness and Cheer
The Light within Burns Bright

19 th October 2016
**Writing happened overnight
Some pent up thoughts
Confused no where completely understood
Clarity and Connect
With self
The need to express well

Wrote the night whole
Out ,came The Soul '

Held defences high
Not wanting to break the shell
Some chapters always
Skipped
Escaped
Deleted
Never to be visited

Yet life can be strange and funny
However well planned
It takes it own course
Makes you read listen and understand
And learn those very lessons

The student in me
Awakened Anew

Glad to have found my words
Or maybe the words found me
The right tone for the inner voice
Well timed
No more confined

The Verbose Heart Speaks

The Mind Nonchalant
    Asserts
Won't Process

The Want to Need
Precariously
Hinges
Onto Need to Want

Profundity In Verses
Perfect Tenses

Pretty Indent
Pulsating In Content

Inertia at Play
Unrestrained Mobility
Sustained Torpidity
External Torque Applied
Loss of Momentum
Debilitating Equilibrium

Dynamic Energy on the Loose
Potential Energy knows not to Groove
Kinetic Energy
All Set for
a Toss and a Loss

Shadows and Reflections
Thrive in the Bright Light
And
Under the Warmth of The Sun

Shadows and Reflections
Best of Friends
Together they Frolic
By the Shore On the Beach
Playful and fun
Under the Warmth of The Sun  

Shadows and Reflections
Dread
The Pitch Dark
As ghosts Loom and Lark
Without , The Bright Light and The Sun

Shadows and Reflections
Fear not The Dark
Together , will They Be
Promised
The Bright Light and The Sun

Pebbles
Eroded on the Shore
Artistically patterned
Paving decorative Pathways

Quarried Stones
Lay Deep
Cementing
The foundation of The Hallways

What is love
Baby don't hurt me
Baby don't hurt me no
More

Didn't you see the ditch
While walking the pitch
Dark it was , was it ?
Or the heart and the mind
Went blind

You took the stroll
Ah that Rock and Roll
Not realising the
Pitch leading to the ditch

Lost in each other's eyes
Didn't notice
One of the two,
Suffered from sore eyes
Infecting the other .

What is love
Baby don't hurt me
Baby don't hurt me
no
More
Still singing the song?

A Similie is like Clear Waters
Metaphor is Quantum Physics

A lunch meet planned
A month in advance
The Reservations done

Late to the venue by a few minutes
The stares  and glares by all
Yet I grin ear to ear
Giving a high five to one and all

Yes
Your
childhood school friends
Make a better part of your growing up years

Meeting friends is always a big perk
Good  food and music adds to the revelry

Times spent together having fun
Reminiscing old memories, making new ones

To miss any such meet
well I am certainly not the one

In fact always look forward to return
To More get togethers and all the fun

A woman that I Am
Boundless
I Know not Confines

Self Respect
Dignity And  Peace
Define my Core

Nevertheless
My Diamonds I Adore

Self Assured
Born Free
In Spirit And Mind

My Quiet
Quite a Solitude
Keeps me Company
Notwithstanding the Crowd

Don't get me Wrong
Oh ,well you got it Right
That's
Perfectly Imperfect
Me

A Woman that I Am
To Live and Love All
Is What I Believe
Isn't that Human
After All

The Mind used to be a walk in Spiders' Nest
A carving knife or two ,from  the Treasure Chest
Too many to put to Rest

I Carve my way through without a Blink
To find a Place to Think

Spinnerets Dexterous
The Spiders spun
Cobwebs

The thoughts
Held Captive
Deeply Embedded
In Cobwebs

With
The knives Dexterous
I Remove
The Cobwebs

The Spiders
Now Tamed
Spin the Webs
In concentric Circles

The thoughts in Tracks
Each Compact Disc
Well stacked in Racks
Now
Played in the words

A Thought
Is
Moment in Time
Lost
If not Captured

Packing before the travel
Assembling things, dumping on the bed
Not missing any ,check list marked
Managing the household chores and the outdoors
All that frenzy ,Makes me go dizzy
Arranging the suitcase
Well
My husband has an expertise

At the Airport
The flight delayed by good 45 minutes
Time enough to calm down the nerves
Took the aisle seat and got hooked to the phone
A little later
Raised my eyes to look around
A man walked past ,dressed in colours
Amused I grinned
Nothing right, that I did
Caught by a fellow flyer
Embarrassed, didn't know which way to gaze
Thankfully boarding call announced
Made a quick exit to the departures

Reached the destination
In an hour's time
For the pickup
My brother arrived
My little niece ,excited
happy to see us all

A brief stay
Visiting a few places
Spending quality time with the family
The moments precious and timely
The visit short and sweet
Time for departure again

I do what I like
And I like what I do
And then I don't like what i did
but I did what I liked
I liked to do what I did not do
Yet I did what  I didn't want to
Don't know what I did
But I did ,
knowing what happened to it.

Today
Its bright and sunny

Not same
The last 3 days .
A relative , passing away
Never whom I met
A pall of gloom, yet .

Today
Husband would be back from tour

A day before
Stuck  he was in the heavy downpour
And flooded Mumbai roads .
My heart sank,
Reminded of the deluge
Year 2005, July 26th
And
Stuck he was in a similar situation
Residents of Mumbai, then we were.

A Day before
He had a long day ahead
Asked  the driver to leave
Only to return by evening .

The driver with no return route
And
The hotel a few Kms away
Not a single Ola Uber
Around the corner
Added  to the bother.

A good 40 minutes walk
In waist high water
Followed by a bus ride
Hotel ,he managed to reach .
And hopefully ,
The Mumbaikars to their homes
Who waded along
Helping each other in the murky waters.

Yes 'The SPIRIT Of MUMBAI'
Not to be missed
Come Rains or Terrorists
Mumbaikars with help , do outreach.

One Fine Day
The Mind Resolved
"No more Documenting
The Thoughts"

"Why would it be That...."
Questioned
The Heart

The Mind
Reasoned
" With all that Beating
You always End Up Breaking "

Children 
Inquisitive and Ingenuous

Nimble yet gullible

Blessings and catalysts

In their parents' life 



Children 
As pure as gold

Can be cast in the most beautiful of the Moulds

If I were a Rainbow
The children would run to me
Turning upside down, I would be an iridescent swing,
The children would mount my rainbow wing

Swaying high up in the starry skies ascending on the moon
The children do bunny jumps, counting stars till noon
Awestruck and desirous they pick a few
The colours pink purple orange magenta and blue

Swaying down to the flower garden
They would pick flowers from the boughs laden
Threading in a star and a flower into  an ornamental  garland
Adorned as neckpieces , running around ,making one happy land

If I were a Rainbow
I would dismember all the semicircles making one hula hoop
The children would gleefully twirl and sway into the  enormous loop

If I were a Rainbow
I would become one big ramp
The children would joyously roller skate  up and down
Lighting up the ramp

If I were a Rainbow
And all of these came true
I would turn upside down making one radiant smile across the sky
The children would happily smile back at me , waving me good bye

Does Hurt get hurt
Bringing in Hurt...

Does Solitude
Finds a Place for itself in Solitude....

Does Misunderstanding
Ever befriends Understanding.....

Does Silence
Ever gets to speak for itself in Silence...

Do all Questions
Ever get to Answer Themselves....

Literally ,
Legally Labeled A Literate
Little less Literate in Literature

A Treatise
On
Tracing Towering Twirling
Thoughts on the Threshold

Winsome Words Wielded
Well Wrought  And
Welded In Wondrous Wares

Don't We all
validate different answers
For the same questions?

Years Ago ,
A leaf
Presented by my Niece ,
Nurtured and Nourished
Weeded and Pruned
The Plant ,
Vivacious and Green
This time of the year
Gloriously blooms

Bhrama Kamal
'Queen of the Night'
A beauty Rare
Mystic and Divine

Twilight ,
Your beauty Unveils
Milky white Petals Slowly Unfurl
A translucent Sheen
Makes my Spirit Gleam

By Midnight,
Your beauty Shimmers
The gentle breeze of the night
Wafts
The  fragrance of the Exotic Blooms
Into the Rooms

The scintillating Blooms
In Harmony with The beauteous Moon
Cast  a Spell
For me
And
The Starlit Sky to Revel

Your beauty all Divine and Pure
Wilts Away
Shying
The Dawn
The Sun enchanted
By The Magical Dream
Lost in The Mystical Allure

Why....
When ...
All  things precious are graded.

Then...
Given a chance

Wouldn't
Peace

Be Oxygen To Life
Come through with Flying Colours
Topping the Charts
Be The Opals Diamonds
And 24k Gold.

A Plagiarist In Inheritance
Originalist, In The wealth of Progeny.

The bond of love The bond of Trust
The festival which truly celebrates
the bond between a brother and a sister (siblings and cousins)

Celebrated in the month of August on a full moon day(purnima)
Known as Rakhi Purnima

Rakhi-The sacred thread ,
which the sister ties on the wrist of her brother .
This festival is known
as Raksha Bandhan

Raksha - means to protect
Bandhan - To be bound (Bond)
Raksha Bandhan - The Bond of Protection
A festival celebrated by Hindus all over the country.

The Celebration
The sister buys a Rakhi for her brother
Prepares or buys sweets for her brother .
On the auspicious morning ,
The brother and sister both deck up in their traditional fineries.

The sister readies a plate full of sweets ,
with a little vermilion soaked in water
along with a few rice grains ,  to be applied as vertical mark (tilak) on the brother's forehead.
Believed to blessings from the lord .
A lit lamp for aarti
and the Rakhi(sacred thread) which she ties on the brother's wrist ,
wishing him the best .

The brother in return promises to look after her and presents her with gifts .


* This is not a poem , more of an account of the festival and the celebration.
With time and distances it is not always possible to bring in the festival together.
However, the sister mails across the Rakhi  to the brother, as I did :)*

Have beautiful memories of this festival from my younger days , celebrated with siblings and cousins alike .

Thank you all for reading !!

The Cremains
Shall find
A Resting Place
In
The Tranquil Godavari

Marking The End
Of
The Mortal

Until Then
In
Peace
I shall find
Home

The Heart
Wants a Break
Wants to be Wordless

The Mind
With Thoughts
Never on a Break
Ceaselessly Aloud
Almost a ****

The Insane Chatter
Disrespects any Barter

A quick punch
To The Head

Successful ....

Words
Align in queues
Ordered
Odd and Even

Insecurity Instills
'Fear Of Loss'
Security Walks
'Free Of Possessions'