Train Journey

Sometimes speeding across lands
Sometimes slowing down at some places
Life , like a train journey
To an unknown destination.

Strangers appearing as fellow passengers
Slowly revealing themselves
Or remaining unknown throughout their time with us
-- a journey with twists and turns.

Somebody signals red or green,
For the journey to the unknown.
Leaving us as mere spectators
--To the ever changing scenes.

Huffing and puffing through the time rail,
Life—a splendid and mysterious journey.

Portrait


Life , like a canvas
Which can be transformed into
A masterpiece or a turmoil of colours.

The big canvas
--which are filled with the colours of expression
Different shades of colours,
Revealing anguish or harmony.

Blessed are those souls,
Whose canvas of life remain blank
Ending life,
--leaving no trace of their life.

My Friend



My lil cat..
--one among my best friends
always by my side.

A friend,
With whom I have no common language
To chatter with.

A friend,
Who silently watches my tear filled eyes
And respects my sorrow.

A friend ,
Who sees the joy behind my smile,
And respects my happiness.

A friend,
Who enters and deserts my life
Without any explanations
--Leaving behind moments to cherish.

Mother


When I was a toddler
I was amazed at my mother.
When I was a teenager
I was inspired by my mother.
When I became a mother
I understood what my mother is.
When I became a grandma
I became what my mother was.

Woman

Blossomed flower
-In the garden of God
Fiery lava
--Emerging from the volcano of emotions
Melting snow
--From the mountain of sympathy
Woman –Precious as Pearl.

New Born Baby

Angel from heaven,
Red with kisses from God
Tearing apart its mother’s heart
With its cries
--Innocence at its best.

Laughter

The cackle echoing from the heart of the baby,
The mighty laughter of the proud colonel,
The shy smile of my servant’s daughter,
The giggle from the teenagers,
The silent narrowing of eye lids of grandma,
The joy behind Buddha’s laughter,
Same colour, different shades…
Laughter - God’s Gift!

Teenage


A song from the heart,
A smile on the lips,
Laughter twinkling in the eyes,
Rainbow etched in the face,
Dreamy thoughts,
Imagination - fierce as a tornado
Romance personified,
defying the realities,


Surviving through the ages,
--Teenage.
Beautiful as ever !!

Journey


As a toddler,
I hung on to the lil finger of my mom.
As a naughty kid,
I hung on to the strong fist of my grandpa.
As a young woman
I hung on to the arms of my beloved.
As an old woman,
I hung on to my walking stick.
When I step out from life into the void,
I shall hang on to the undescribable--
GOD - my journey's end .

The spectacle

Watching the world through the window
Patience embodied,
The old woman.

Freckled hand resting over the window sill
protruding veins and bones,
-symbols of the hardships in her life.


Wrinkles on her face..
-etching the twisting and turning paths
which she might have faced in her life..


The white curly hair hanging behind the ears
-pure and elegant
making her look like a white dove dwelling in peace.

The blue eyes
-with the twitches on the edges
like the figs of an old tree.

A shadow cast over the face
-haunting like a ghost
Hiding some deep hidden sorrow.

A toddler runs to her and touches her hand
The wrinkled face lights up with joy
A smile breaks.

-Like the sunrays
peeking from behind the dark clouds
lighting up the entire world.

Both  the smiles
-Teethless
but soulful.

Time meets time
And the universe watches on....

Song from the mountains.

Song from the mountains
-straight from the heart of a girl...
in an endless wait for her soldier..


Nature conducting the orchestra
piano notes from the falling dew drops
Cello by the valley breeze..
flute from the bamboo shrubs...

Her heart burns like a camphor
Flaming purity
The fierce longing sets flame to the clouds
leaving back the orange scars in the sky

The song shakes the heart of the mighty mountains
The snow melts...
Succumbing to the intensity
Nature weeps..

--An avalanche of emotions is born...

A walk through the lonely woods


Chirping birds -
The only friends to the grandfather trees..

A squirrel exploring a piece of a fallen mango
--Curiosity shining through its eyes

melodious nightingale
Striking the longing hearts with its song..

A slight breeze showers the pearly dew drops
Welcoming me to the heavenly harmony


Nothing stands apart,
Nothing overshadows anything..

Nature complete in its entirety!

Wounds

The sharp words aimed at me
Like missiles ; straight to the heart
My mind begins to weep
Like a baby getting scoldings from its mom


my mind -Spreading its hands
Towards the void
silence stretching its wings towards me
healing the bleeding wounds in my mind


Resurrection to my soul!!

Extraterrestrial

World,
With its innocence and crookedness
With its friendliness and hostility
With its beauty and ugliness
-- a familiar place for everyone to live
a strange place for me to live?

Gypsy

Wandering from place to place,
--from mind to mind
Peace—a gypsy traveler

Sighted in the snow clad mountains of Himalayas,
And the lush meadows of Switzerland,
In the vibrations of Thamburu,
And in the prayers of Lamas
………..
In the eyes of Buddha,
And in the arms of Virgin Mary.

How blessed I will be
If it eternally homes in me.

Hangman

No drop of tear,
No wave of sympathy,
On the grim face of the executioner.

No hangovers
--of the previous hangings
God, the hangman
---Executing my ego to perfection.

Perfection

All my hard work ,
All my patience,
Aimed at ‘perfection’.

--a strange concept
taught by the society.

Yet, somewhere in my journey ,
I realize that
‘Perfection is imperfect’

Dreams

Sometimes dressed up as angels,
Sometimes dressed up as monsters,
Dreams - the constant visitors
Of my sleepy nights.
Are they prophets?
Are they teachers?
Are they jokers?
Or are they magicians?

Vanishing without a trace,
The moment the dawn breaks.
Leaving me with
Sorrow, longing or even a smile on my face.
---Giving me no chance to discover them…

My Doubt

Starry night.
--Mind free of clouds of thoughts.
A doubt knocks,
On the door of my mind.
"Does God love me"?
Nobody answers.
--Loneliness invades me
Hey presto! I see the answer
---A shooting star
God's wink!!

Moonlit Night
The moon,
Crowned with a divine halo.
Sparkling stars,
Forming part of celestial odyssey.
-- All reflecting the Sacred Silence.
I feel closer to God.