Six

You smile every time you sneeze

Rub your little feet together

Cry when I dare put you down

Shout at toys to come closer

You have mastered rolling over

Find your hands so fascinating

They’re always in your mouth

And boy, you sure love drooling

You kick the toy piano so hard

Nod your head along to the music

I can’t believe you’re six months already

Stay my baby a little longer!

 

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Western Pullman

 

A shelf for your Western Pullman
Lovers in clear glass domes

Minimal furniture, comfortable beds
Bright curtains with light shining through

White walls and wide open spaces,
Our two little ones running around
Toys strewn in their coloured playroom,
Feet scampering, tumbling, fighting.

The smell of prawns cooked Kerala style
Wafting from a cosy warm kitchen
Smiles, laughter and little giggles
Just us two when they go down for the night.

This is the home that I dream of for us-
The one we will some day have.

 

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Stranger

Hello stranger

How have you been

You’re more salt than pepper

Yes, my age lines run deeper

Funny how we’d talk for hours

Now, words are few and far in between

Two galaxies that spun out of their trajectories

There’s just no getting closer.

Old friend, what have your eyes seen

So many years have passed beneath our feet

Spouses, children, houses and obligations

We’re not the free birds we used to be.

We stand here quietly grasping

Like time travellers thrown down a rabbit hole

You remind me of the person I used to be

It’s not the most comforting feeling

Have I evolved or lost the real me?

We dawdle, smiling awkwardly

Exchange polite niceties

And try to get the hell out of there

Back to our paths that never meet.

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Summer shades

Dip your toes in chilly waters

Watch them wrinkle, stark snow white

Relentless sun chars our tired brown faces

In the peak of summer, there’s no respite.

Sweat drips from every brow in the kitchen

A mighty effort for a meal so light

Icecream, the solace for us poor children

Add some mango for pure delight!

Our precious plants at the window wither

When will rains anoint their shriveled leaves?

Oh lets not think of monsoons in April,

Let the seasons change when they will.

 

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Nostalgia – Free verse

Where is home?

The place you stay in

Or the one you visit

Is it a loved one’s arms

Or a corner of their heart?

A bowl of mutton stew

With soft fluffy appams

The scent of jasmine

On a dewy monsoon morning

Squishy mangoes in summer

Angry ants in their leaf nests

Home is in the memories

The ones you turn into a poem

When you’re thirty and wonder

Where is it that I really fit in?

 

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The other side- Tanka x2

A dark storm raged on

Within a joyful facade

Who knows what comes next?

Unpredictability:

The driving force of this life

On the other side

There’s no more endless waiting

Life’s river flows calm

Goodness and light reign supreme

Peace eternal, till we meet.

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Dear Readers,

Today’s poem is written in the Tanka style. The Tanka is a Japanese style of poetry, which has the following syllable count:

1st line : 5 syllables

2nd line: 7 syllables

3rd line: 5 syllables

4th line: 7 syllables

5th line: 7 syllables

What did you think of this style of poetry?

What do you think of this poem?

Let me know in the comments!

Till next time.

Do you see me – Free verse

When you look at me, what do you see?

Dark circles, thin hair, crow’s feet

So many years, I spent searching endlessly

Time slipped through my fingers so quickly

 

When you look at me, what do you see

Are my eyes sad and full of longing?

It’s true, many days, my body controls me

My bones are tired, my mind is weary

 

When you look at me, here’s what you don’t see:

My heart beats red, flushing my pale cheeks

Innocence brims at my lashes, filling me completely

I dream of an eternal love I’m not scared to wait for

Yet I’m done chasing, I trust what God has in store

Ambition lights my spirit, my wish to succeed

The strength and ability to stand on my own feet

 

When you look at me, what do you see?

Don’t see what I am, see what I can be.

 

Dear Readers (if there are any of you still there),

It has been a very long hiatus from this blog for me, but it is my sincere wish to kick start it and get back to poetry. I miss this space so much and crave to write when inspiration strikes and more importantly, even when it doesn’t.

There have been so many changes in my life in this past year. I’ve always been guarded on this blog, but my poems have always been from an open heart and will continue to be so.

Thank you for reading.

Until next time.

Promise it won’t be next year 🙂

Craving for boredom

A solitary prisoner, but with a purpose

Days passing by, aware of every second

Prayers rise and fall, firm yet yielding

This journey. surely a tough one after all

Restless nights confused by vivid dreams

Hyper paranoid each time this old body creaks

Thankful for every moment of normalcy

Never craved for boredom more than this.

Better

Can two situations that begin the same

Have different outcomes or a similar end

Nobody has the answers except the one above-

He’s not saying a thing, till the right time comes

Hope is a tricky thing, sometimes its like fine sand

Slipping through your fingers, the more you close your hand

We are but mere specks in this universe, our troubles even smaller

But each time we selfishly wish, that maybe this time, it’ll be better.

(If not, please God, make me stronger)