Thursday, May 31, 2012

What a Continuum!

It seems like yesterday
That i saw the bluebird
Chirping at the window sill,
I hear my grandma say still,
it was her favorite blue jay
it was a gorgeous evening
birds were flocking warmly
and there he goes
along with the wind
grandma's blue jay
like a prince among his kind
last night I dreamt,
i am back in those days
my kittens hiding
under the wooden trunk
about the size of a small room
my hands too tiny
They could fit in the narrow passage
Between the wall and the trunk
So I could lure the kitten
To come fetch the cookie in my hand
To my vain she hissed and waved her paw
I dropped the cookie and ran away in awe
I pulled some courage
Went to her again
Sounded as if I was a kitten
As I went on conversing in kitten!
My mom called me and
I went into the kitchen,
There I saw cats ten
Surrounding my grandpa's
Plate as he shared his dinner
With each one of them
Particularly of interest
Was the one with only eye
He was too kind as it was also
Limping as he walked,
He may have been blinded because
He was too nagging
Think someone may have hit him
So the grandpa was all too kind to
Feed each one of them
Was that yesterday, oh no!
It is so many years!
I remember all that as I am
Talking to my grand niece,
Who writes poems about
Beautiful gardens and lakes
And misty air with birds
Chirping in the air!
As she recites, i see her
Bright eyes matching with her flair!
All of a sudden it struck me
The blue jay that has shown me
Passion to song and rhyme
Was home from the shore,
Not yesterday but
At least a couple of scores before

Thursday, May 17, 2012

A Spirit Like A Beacon!


Like a bubbling spring she was
When I saw her the first time!
She was all over the place
Laughing and running, and playing
It was as if you want to hold
A bunch of flowers all in your hand
Some would just go out into the cold
As you do not want to cause folds
She was ethereal, I thought
I saw some time later, she was
A soul seeing many things in life
Like the river ganga near varanasi
She bears all the responsibilities
Like a vessel full until brim
Never showing if she is grim
Her people around her as if
Travelling in tranquil in a vessel
Life is kind but not always,
When I saw her later, she was
In a huge turmoil as if her vessel
Was going up and down in a tyfoon
Yet her poise was great, she served
Them with generosity generating out of
Her lovable spirit, and bearing all the
Burden yet never feeling afraid
Of the thunders and the floods that followed
He left her company after a long
Life with care and spirit,
Even when he could not get out of
His bed, he listened and supported her
Even with his looks, when his children were
Uneasy with the care and attention
She vested on them and grumpled..
She was shattered, but not in spirit,
Standing against all odds,
She supported her children
And gave them solace, and strength
Little does she reflect on the
Unstoppable past, she like a guiding light
Is always showing the path,
Never complaining of the hurricanes
The wonderful person that she is!

Story: This poem is about my mom and all moms who stand for their family like a bedrock to a building, like a beacon in the dark, like a pillar upholding a roof...
I visualized her childhood based on the stories of her childhood she told us.

Friday, May 4, 2012

What do I write about love

What do I write about love
I don’t know if I can or ever will
Love is a star shining so far away
I look at it and guide my way
as He looks at me with kindness
Sweetness I can feel for a split second
He fills my heart full of emotion
I experience the new wave of passion
I guess love is this sparkling twinkle in his loving eyes
I feel terrified when I get weird thoughts
That I will never be able to measure the infinite
Lengthy distance bearing the earth e’ the star
Except in my feelings surmounting it all
When I turn my head and find a fallen rose
I pick it up to save my healing heart
From falling apart or shattering
Growing the feeling far from lust
I pick the flower from the rusty
Train of leaves lying on the ground
Reminding me of my duties I left
Incomplete and, unfinished dust filled
Like the poem I intend to complete
I keep it in a vase filling the empty space
In every corner of my quietly weeping
Mind, body, soul e’ heart staring
Glaring the darkness around
Stopping my tears from falling down
Running along so as to sowing
 and raising the hopes of joy in their place
to Transfer onto mother earth
cover the spaces, blooming into
a rhapsody Of happiness,
Giving me smiling bouquet of roses
Full of hope, returning the embrace
Holding me in his tight hug
Identifying me with the larks at the sea
Flying freely during sunset or sunrise,
May I sing your sweet name o Lord,  if you please,
Accept my appeals e’ bless us O heavens,
Allow me into your temple, church or Darga
to offer my prayers
God Bless us all with heavenly success
For my beloved countries e’ civilizations
For my beloved,  friends e’ wellwishers
from stars across the universe e’
extra terrestrial space.
Thank you o Lord for
showing me that love thou are.