The head that heads responsibility

Doesn't looks for a heads up

The head that heads responsibly

Sets  the path of light

Dutifully

Turning the leaves
Of an old cherished book
A flower, pressed between the pages
Years ago, fresh
Ever so delicate, its petals rest
Like stilled wings of a butterfly
In fond memories

  🌺

Last monsoons the Champak tree
Was all abloom
The breeze lightly swayed the branches
The heady fragrance wafted through the air

The monsoon showers
this year
Wilted away the flowers
too soon

Less is more, I do believe
As the blooms wilted away too soon
Now the tree laden with fruits, ripe and red
Inviting birds of many species
Mornings are especially beautiful
Waking up to chirps and tweets
Of many a mynahs, bulbuls and
purple-yellow sunbirds

This morning as I watched them feast
To my surprise
There was, Indian grey hornbill
Beautiful and majestic as it can be

A boon or a bane
Not all same .

          Boon              
Knowledge one can gain

Connecting people across the globe  
VoIP calls ....

Hello Poetry

Information travelling across in packets ,bits and bytes ..
Sending receiving retrieving...

Shopping at the click of a fingertip
Don't really have to
push the cart
across the mart.

Bane
Can be addictive
Making one Insane .

Games played  online
Children  and adults
Occupied big time ...

Causing
Internet Addiction Disorder
Leading
Straight to a rehab.


The Only Respite
**Moderation.

Destinations allure
Travels bring the experience
The journey long or short
One takes, for the soul

Clear Shimmering water
Mute swans in the lake
Ripples and trails
Warm glow of the morning star

Mirthful birds, squirrels with nuts
Flying eagles, flapping wings
Cows at the old watering hole
The roads full of people, young and old

Festive, the season, vibrant colours
Orange and pink, rustic blue
The streets adorned
Silver and gold, family traditions hold

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 lemon tree
Only upward it knew
Hung yellow flavours
Savoury sour its fruits
On twigs and branches
And thorns too
With a zing and zest for life
Blessed, it grew

The little girl
Had kittens and pups to play with
New to life, herself
She knew the only life with them around
All of five, homeschooled
She had friends
Never left alone
Giggles and smiles
Her parents’ delight

The lonely dog

Middle of nowhere

On the street

In search of food, maybe sleep

None to his rescue

In the middle of the night

He quips

In muddy waters
Divine and pure, lotus blooms
Leaves shimmer dirt free

The Mind is a Mine
Resource to the Precious
Jewels Encased

Use it Wise
Depletion
Redundancy no Escape

Power Recycle
Meditation
The only Truce

My tongue
Wouldn’t stop talking that day
My mind warned numerous times
Hold, but it just wouldn’t
Instead it turned back
Lashing again
You just mind your own
I need to speak
And say
What I need to say
Like a puppet in hands
Of donated organs
The eyes welled
Appalled

The seven year old twins of my friend,
A boy and a girl
On a visit to their Aunt’s place in South Goa
The village scenic and beautiful
The roads covered in dust from the red soil
Lined by Cashew and mango trees
The children at their Aunt’s countryside villa, happy, stood at the gate
A beautiful moment captured in the lens,
by their mother
The two with looking eyes searching for playmates their age
A moment so precious to be savoured for long

The stars glimmered in the sky
In clusters so high
Moon glowed with an aura golden red
The sea at night calm
Reflected the beauty
Like the mirror does
Blurry and still
The waves, shimmered
The wind so silent
Before the dawn
✨✨

The Hindi Movie which I love the most

The Actor
Superstar of yesteryears
Yet Has not lost his
'Immortal Glow' -
what's in a name , though !!
'Angry young Man' ,
Son of a Poet of great Renown

Seven Brothers all in a farm
  No less than a barn !
   With the oldest in love with a lady      
   who hates lies and unruly people
   Songs evergreen
   Quite an Oldie ,yet a favourite !!

Caught in the mundane
Imagination escapes my thoughts
Wilfully plant themselves someplace alive
Joyous trees in the forest thrive

Not a word
Written nor spoken
Some emotions best buried underneath
Not to be watered never to sprout

Crossing paths and boundaries too
Rain meets summer, seasons intermingle
Flowering blooms spring stays bold
Leaves of colour, turn to gold

My thoughts like silt and sand
Awash and Washed ashore
Emerge and submerge
Wavering like the waves

The mundane rose and raved
Common its place
Not a day with or without
Every day life thrives

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 ....

Trying again
To follow with grace
The music played
Not the lyrics
Ever changing with the winds
As they should
But the rhythm
Familiar with it
The heart knows
It can trace every step
And fully embrace
Trying again
To follow with grace

The eyes wander in search of knowledge
As the butterfly flutters between flowers in search of sweetest nectar
Skipping the pitcher flowers
And the spider’s ornate dew soaked webs

The tongue and the heart
Enriched by the nectar
Know no thirst, wordless
Meditate, all sated

The mind of all
Knew the taste
The nectar of life
Experiences every day
That come your way

Long lost road
To the old fire station
With a beautiful archway
The fire engines
In bright red
Never knew rest
A drill or two, a day
Fitness parade
For all, to learn to save
Now
No sirens
No calls to attend
The bells ring no more
Snorkels saving lives
Salvaged many a blaze
All gone
Peacefully it retires
Alone
Amidst old walls

Of the many thoughts
that linger in the mind
Some find the words
And
The rest
just rest
Know not, whether in peace
Again
Just
Trying to piece them together
The thoughts
In words,
a release

What burned brighter
The orange flame rising from
the evening lamp
Or in the backdrop
the setting sun in its orange home
Both wore a warm glow
The journey
Beginning to end

The energy of red and happiness of yellow combined
Light orange spilled on the pale blue sky

Tender green leaves, on brown twigs
Like  
Pretty fingers of a danseuse, striking a pose

Magnificent hotel Taj Mahal Palace
Ever so resplendent
Stands tall

Life passes by
A moment captured on lens

Unleash the words
Truthful and mindful
But causing hurt
As you sow, so shall you reap
The fruits borne, instantaneously
To be consumed alone
Never left for posterity
A pact with the divine, as a child sealed
To be at peace

🌿✨✨🌿

Some need to break mountains
to carve a path
Many will take and be led by the well trodden path

The  path laid by life we tread
that leads to self
Maybe finding Nemo on the way

Undefined the destiny
May it lead to the best
Bringing love peace harmony

Years ago
A pen was found
Its grip was blue
Slightly chipped

It wrote
Everyday on sheets, white
Flawlessly on the lines
Words did glide

It had a special place
Where it rested
After a long day
At the desk

Its home was warm
A wooden drawer
Strategically placed
Easy to fetch

Now it has been years
It longs to see the desk
At dawn
A practice now clearly gone

It lay still
In the wooden drawer
Cold and blue
Ink-less dry

✨✨

I do see you in the
‘latest’
You never let me know
When you are
’home’
At least let me know,
when you make it to the
‘front’
I believe
I deserve as much
To know
The poem that trends

✨✨

The poet is the writer
Many thoughts in his mind
Lay scattered as seeds
To be planted in words
That the birds should eat
The critic is the bird
That savours the fruit
Thus begins the journey
Of the poet and the critic
Together they flourish and thrive
On the tree of poetry
With rhythm and rhyme
The poet and the critic

A devout spiritual
Birth and death
A mere passing
To closely watch this beautiful world
Temporary the presence
Learnings and memories
For the soul
Depth of this life
Felt
The fragrance of ancient soil
The mountains rock solid
And the journey of the *****
Under the luminous sky
Yet, a belief in the higher power
The divine, supreme being
Ever so deeply rooted
Beyond the cycle of life and death
Lord Shiva
To draw strength and endurance
Some wisdom
To walk the path of truth
Not through rituals
But being closely guided by the divine
In deep reverence
Chanting
Ten thousand times
Om Namah Shivay
Uprooting the fears
Gently placing faith
In place
Belief in self
In the power of the divine

🔆🌿🌿🔆

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 woman on the street
Up and early, she sweeps
The litter off the concrete
A job to keep

Through the window
A world slows down, not sleeps
No traffic snarls, on the highways
The signal silently beeps

World at the moment, changing
Good and bad, the exposed pieces
In Unity and humanity, there is hope
Together, for the world to live in peace

Fisherman’s net spread
No shoals
Transparent its soul, shiny sheen
The ocean dances to a rhythm known
Its own
Eclectic muse
Moves like a danseuse
Like the flowers in spring
Under the morning sun
Luminous
The ocean swells
Scattering gems
Sparkling diamonds
Embers of sapphire
Slivers of gold
Secrets of the ocean
Never held
Sunrise to sunset
Serendipitous moments
Gently unfold

Green meadows and distant hills
The shepherd sings to the herd
An old folk song, of sparkling rills

The sheep graze, heads bent down
Little bells around their necks
Dance to the tune of the old folk song

The sheep love the water mud pools
Monsoon brings greens and browns
Shelter and food

The shepherd and his herd
From the neighbouring town
Enjoy the picnic, up the hills

The signs read

Misinterpreted

In depth

Rarely read

It’s the wisdom of the sky
Even when placed high it never fails to humbly look down

There is much happening everywhere
It knows and recognises in between the clouds

Scattered and collected, the wind, changes the signature of the wispy clouds
The sky remains blue

🌿🌿

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

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.

Colours in the sky
Blend into the blue

Golden yellow
The mellow sun

Bids adieu
Slides to the west

Slender and tall
The shadows fall

Sudden rains
A little downpour

Shiny wet
The platform gets

Daily
Life goes on

Moments to moments
Faces change

It’s a journey
Destinations await

What is it to read and not understand

What is it to be related
and
yet not understood

What is to understand
As narrated
And not misinterpreted

That's pure bliss

Life
What is it to understand
Yet not able to take a
stand
That's the story of Life
Not Interpreted
As Narrated

The stream has a dream it never stops
It flows and follows the *****
Whichever the path
Slows down to fill the uneven holes
Moving down the sun parched hills
Quenching the thirst of every tree
To unknown territories and places
Folkloric melodies it sings

Should the sun ever express
How it feels to give its light to every being
How it loves to see, the children in parks
With sparkling eyes
The river and the sea, with a golden sheen
The motes that freely float in every beam
Does the sun beams a knowing smile and feels alive
When it sees and feels the new leaves
Gaining strength and growing big
Under its warmth and care
Should it ever say and quietly express
How happy it feels every day
To rise and be awake
And give hope to every being
And the tiny leaves
Gaining strength, growing tall
The trees softly speak
As the lush leaves shimmer and shine
Giving shelter and home to the birds and the bees
The sun knows its worth
And knows what it is to rise and shine
And give hope to every being