Poems

Womanhood…

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In a world of opposites I am the feminine side,
Gentle and caring, emotional and the nurturing light.
I am not strong physically you think,
But my body is strong enough to bear triplets and twins!

As I am tender you think you can impose,
rules made by religion and laws to take control.
But the spirit inside me cannot be quelled by iron arms.
Like the roots of a tree though tender and thin
burrows through hard soil to find its nutrients

I will find a way into your logical heart with my tenderness and love
to make you realize we can coexists equally side by side.

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Simple pleasures!

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Taking shallow breaths on the hospital bed,
the movie of my life runs through my head.
Of battles won and paths of temptations,
Of hatred and jealousy’s manifestations,
Of anger and fear spewed at situations.

Then comes memories of love at first sight,
Smile of my son which brought so much delight
Smell of my daughter’s shampooed hair,
the days of my motor cycling on the mountains without a care.

Simple pleasures which cannot be measured with money,
Makes me smile and my heart glow with its memories.

Then I realize the futile life I had lived,
Searching for “highs” that were short-lived.

If I had known that only memories I would take,
I would have strived on slowing down to smell the roses
and enjoy life’s simple joy for my heart’s sake!

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Let me be…

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I wanna fly across the sky,
Spread my wings and go up high,
feel the wind on my face and the clouds on my lips,
and keep flying for a very long distance.

I wanna walk as far as the horizon
Not knowing any destination
relax by taking all the beauty within
But keep walking without rooting in.

I wanna swim alongside the whales
Live like turtles to tell many tales
Be a fish with little fins
Without wondering- Do I fit in?

Because this human body feels like a tight glove
I feel like a caged bird caught from above
Boundaries created by good willed souls
To keep me safe and in their holds
Freedom only spoken in words
Makes this life miserable.

Let me fly, let me be free
Let me be who I was born to be
Don’t fence me in with your dogmas and ideals
And make me a moving talking machine

Let me live, let me shine
And follow my heart not thine
For that is when “Being Human” becomes a joy
So come on, join me let us rejoice!

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A friend


Happy Friendship day

A stranger walked into my life

And forged a bond and made it bright.

A stranger not related by blood or birth

Cared for me during lives sorrow and mirth

A stranger who didn’t know my past

Accepted me as myself without any questions asked.

A stranger whom life brought to me at the right time.

Was the answer to my prayer during my lonely climb.

Without you ,lives burdens would have been hard to carry

Without you, laughters would have been shallow and wary.

Without you, I would have walked an empty lonely road

Without you, my life would have been like a black and white board.

Thank You my friend for showing up at the right moment

For being there and caring during all the trends.

You are the rainbow on the sky of my life.

Hope we walk together for many more miles!

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Let Go!

Let Go!

So many memories of the past float through my mind
Even when I know there is not a pint of use in it to find.
It gets stuck in the wheel of yesterdays
Like a guinea pig on a wheel in the cage.

Wallowing in self pity and shame
The emotion of my past prevent my wings to get me faraway.
I create a future just like all the yesterdays
Just by reliving them again and again.
And then wonder why my life is just the same and
I get hit by bricks that comes with familiar name.
Why? I ask myself do you love to stay in the muck
Is reliving the known devil better than an unknown luck?
Is it better to suffer and shrivel than letting go?

Wake up! Let go of the film roles from the past.
Lets live in the present moment where everything feels right.
What ifs and I wish I hads are to be left behind
Lets only take the lesson and create a brighter tomorrow where
everything will be alright.

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From a mother…

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The day you entered the big big world
My motherhood was born too.
An important role I had to play
With no manuals or how too’s;
You became my sun around which my whole world revolved.
You laughter was the only thing I expected as a reward.
A love I never knew found its way into my heart.
To love unconditionally was what I was being taught.
My precious child, but I am not without faults
I have many weaknesses too which I need to work on without halt.
I fumbled, I have tried to do everything right.
So please forgive me for all the things I have not done well in your sight.

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Be Yourself….

Be yourself

I came unto earth with a closed fist and a cry
Surrounded by strangers dressed in white
Lavished with love, praised and adored
Life was fun and I was eager to grow
Curiosity, enthusiasm, imagination and play
Filled every minute of the day.
Eager to grow up and to please those around
I morphed myself into as many avatars that I found
So that I could fit in and be accepted into the crowd.

I laughed when they laughed, cried when they cried
Even though it didn’t feel right inside
I dressed how they dressed bought things to impress
And waited to receive their accolades and praise
Slowly my true self withered away and
The light in my eyes turned a light shade of gray
Happiness seemed to be out of reach
Each time I was not being my real self.
Life felt like a big wide hole
Unfulfilled and cold as the north pole
Taking it no more the little child inside me found her way through my hearts door
Asking me to see her in the past when love was showered and I needn’t act
Be who you are that’s what the world wants to see
They don’t need a carbon copy of another celebrity
You’ve come with the talents unique to yourself
To carve your name in the world with your own hand print.
To share your goodies that only you can give.
And enjoy the journey by being yourself!

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Glow of Hope

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The real artist behind this glowing piece of work is S.L.Haldankar and the painting is titled ‘Glow of Hope’ even though there is a famous misconception that this work is that of Raja Ravi Varma.

There she stood bringing light into darkness
with a lamp shining equally as the flames;
All the labouring done in polishing it
had abrased her soft palms too.
Just as the light had dispelled the gloom
She held hope that her life too would see the light
and a glow of hope filled the room!

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Let my voice be heard…

woman

Born to be your other half
I can’t fathom why you are so insecured
Saddling me with names and norms to control.
Surrounding me with a boundary, to fence me in,
Saying I need protection from life’s wind.
You think I am a possession to behold
Not caring that I too have emotions left untold.

Burn me, scar me, mutilate me and rape me
Cover me from head to toe
Make rules so that my head remains bowed.
Why I ask you?
Do you try to fit everyone of us into a round pegged hole?

Let me live, let me free, let me be a shoulder that you may need
Give me my freedom, erase the lines, let me stand side by side
For I am your other half as perfectly divine.
Let us coexist at least in future times.

I dedicate this poem to all the women out there who are still suppressed and made
to feel inferior just because of their gender…Hopefully one day we would walk
hand in hand and be appreciated for all that a women can bring to this world.

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Be in the moment!

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My first step out of my bed
makes my mind run ahead;
Planning things that I need to do
Wishing I had already done some yesterday too
I hurry, I scramble, I get the children out of bed
I prod them, I scold them and threaten to leave them instead.
My mind is in a panic now
Thinking of all the things I need to get done.
I drop them off to school in a hurry
And press the accelerator and zoom
Stuck in traffic I cuss the world

The rain, the thunder which is adding to the fuel.
I take a deep breath and sigh
And look out of my window to see a smile.
A toothless grin so innocent and without guile
Jolts me back to the present moment without strife.
Bringing me memories of bygone years of my children.
A tear creeps up, a sorrow takes hold thinking of how I never enjoy
The small special moments that make my everyday.

The laughter of my children, the sound of chirping birds, the shapes of those clouds
That linger on the sky.
I vowed to myself to be more aware of those simple pleasures,
To be in the moment and not stress the little things.
For things that I did are not written on my grave
But whom I loved and leave behind will be those who say my name.