Many a times Many a times

Many a times Many a times
I open the notepad
Nothing just comes onto it

Many a times Many a times
I open the pen
Not a word it would write

Many a times Many a times
I open not a notepad
Words bounce rapidly before me

Many a times Many a times
I open not a pen
Words get etched in my mind

Many a times Many a times
These opening and bouncing
These opening and etching match

Those are the times Those are the times
Some fine piece is written
Some fine verse is etched

Orange fish, Black fish

Orange fish, one two and three
Shiny black one and two
Black fish, hard to count thee
Sleeping with swaying fins

Small fish wagging the fins
Are you learning to swim?
Oh no! doesn't look like it
What a cute explorer you are!

Here comes a white fish
So big with one red spot
Is that your crown?
How beautiful you are!

What are those fish?
Light orange with oval mouth
Opening constantly in rhythm
Sending up a bubble now and then

Absolute peace it is
To watch you fish
Swimming here, swimming there
Swimming everywhere!

Shower where needed

The peaceful serenity you cause
Before showering your love, the Earth
People swiftly clearing the outdoors
Birds returning to the nests

Your arrival announced by
The aroma of the sand
Clouds reverberating your majesty
Streaks of light reinforcing it brightly

You fail not to fascinate me
Captivating my senses every time
You fail not to satisfy me
Renewing me in your liveliness

Each time you open the clouds
Lavishly embracing the Earth
You certainly awake my cells
Making them bounce with joy

Won't it be wonderful
If every soul rejoices
So shower where needed
Let not anyplace be flooded

Onions are pink

It was an usual morning and I was preparing to cook lunch. I started peeling onions and thence I told my eight year old son Alan that I will give him three letters and he should try to come up with something using those words. I told him he can use more words but those three words  should be used. Then I gave him the words - onion, red, peel. And to my joy he came up with a beautiful poem which I thought would record and share here in my blog. Well, here it goes...

"Onions are pink

Apples are red

When you peel onions your eyes water

When you peel apples your mouth waters"

I think it is indeed great and hope you all like it. 

- Proud mom :)

Is it home? Is it not home?

Is it home?
The place you were born
Where you took your first breath
Or the place you grew up...
Where you feel insecure!!


Is it not home?
The place you are respected
Where you have freedom
The place your opinions are valued...
Where you feel secure!!

What is home?
Is it just a place
Isn't it  linked with feelings?
What is home?
What is not home?

The ones who joined the dots

The one who took the screaming me 
From my dad 
First day of school

The one who stopped me 
From chasing the monkey which took my banana
At the Silver Cascade

The one who helped me hoist the flag
And lead the pledge
Hoisting the leader in me

The one who dared to bet
Trusting me to win a competition
Am happy I stood up to her trust

The one who gave me double-promotion
And accepted my (dad's) refusal too 
Making me feel proud

The one who said "Am fine, ever sweet sixteen"
Letting the words echo  in me
Making me feel so

The one who confronted me
For the noise from our classroom 
Giving me responsibility

The one who couldn't accept me
Loosing a single mark
Wanting more, Yet encouraging 

They are 'The Ones' who shaped me
Joining the scattered dots

I remember each one of them
With equal gratitude and joy

Those 'ones' are my teachers
Everliving in my heart!

Happy Teacher's Day! to my dear teachers and all the teachers!

Ignorance or Beauty of Life

In the infinite expanse of the Universe
Countless constellations to our imagination;
Innumerable stars and star clusters
Grouped into many many a galaxy;
Making the Earth part of one
Even the Sun a teeny spot;
In it we are but a speck
Yet we boast and take pride;
Is it ignorance?
Or the beauty of life!