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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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)

Not all black and white

Within black and white we search

A hundred and one shades of grey

Measure, evaluate, probe and estimate

The possibilities of what is and what may

Sometimes you need to believe without seeing

Jump when that rope seems too short to hold

Even faith as much as the tiniest mustard seed

Could weave infinite rainbows in those cloudy skies.

 

Twelve Stars

Twelve stars converged that night

A breathtaking constellation

Daisies blooming in the inky sky

Pristine white, eternal light

Behold this beauty in the palm of your hand

Mesmerised, stand at the precipice of life

A grateful heart overflows destiny’s wine

Everything has changed, but still remains the same

Each moment, testimony, of your precious name.

 

Miracle book

Miracles may not always be

As obvious as you may think

These are little blessings

We forget to acknowledge

Call it mere coincidence

What if we wrote them down?

Whenever something goes in our favour

Take a moment to put it into words

On that bad day when everything goes wrong?

Work’s terrible, you yell at your family

Oh, and that dreadful rain!

Pick up that book, read every story

Maybe it won’t help at that time

Or perhaps  it’ll make you smile

We can’t change every situation

But our attitude, hey, that’s in our hands!