Tears

Like rain on a parched earth
The tears soothed her burning eyes
The burning eyes that sang a requiem
For all that was lost.
The words that went unspoken
Little whispers of love, love long forgotten
Those moments that will never be
The smiles that never were
That glance, that touch, those roses -
Those roses and the thorns they held.
The little thorn that pricked her finger
A bigger thorn that hurt her head
And the biggest of them all, the one that shred her soul
Now the thorns were gone, leaving withered roses in their wake.
Salty tears bid adieu to all that was
Salty tears bid adieu to all that could have been
An end for all ends,
An end for all the beginnings.

A Path

Lost in trance, on a deserted path
My feet kept moving, which way? I knew not.
There were no crossroads, no twists or turns
Just a hypnotic stretch of tar, as far as eye can see.
There were no other passers-by, no bird no animal -
I was alone, at peace with my world and theirs.
The trees stood around me in a bare-armed embrace,
Autumn had wreaked havoc, and Spring was still far away.
Those brown leaves crumpled under my feet,
Like memories of yore, trampled by tomorrow's worries.
I walked and I walked, my feet never hurt one bit!
I stopped to say hello to the little wild flower behind the rock,
I nodded a 'goodday' to the golden bee on the next!
I lost track of how far I'd come, how far I'd strayed
There was an unending path, behind and ahead.

Shortly, I came upon a milestone, a muddy stump of wood
That showed a meaningless number to nowhere.
Was that my destination? Is that how far I'm supposed to go?
Who would tell me that? How would I know?
I looked at the way I'd come and
Found it no different than the way I was to go!
Then how did the number on the milestone matter, I wondered.
To my left was barren land, littered by rocks and bush
Lay a corn field to my right, lush with golden crop.
There would be a village there not far away, and
There would be a farmer who would surely cross my way
He could tell me where I could go, he could give me bread and water too.

But I was not tired, my feet were still raring to go and
I was curious where the bleak landscape would lead to.
So off I went to my left, towards the wild unknown
I tripped on the rocks, and slipped on the sand but
My feet never wavered, my mind never in doubt
I walked on where a path never existed.
I reached a summit, where the land became rougher
Tougher journeys lay ahead, but without the milestones.

I paused and looked back, to see the way I'd come
And my heart was filled with immense joy -
For now, a path I could see, the path I'd trodden by.

The Mind

I want this and I want that
I'd love a bit more of this, this and that
I wanna go here, I wanna go there
But sometimes I dont wanna go anywhere
I'd like to see you, I'd like to do this
I feel like eating anything, but this
I want a diamond, I want some gold
I actually want everything being sold
I love you, I hate you
I can tolerate you, but not you
I cant control this, I cant resist it
And one day you start losing me, bit by bit.

You're called insane 'coz you don't have me
You're put in an asylum, alas! they don't see!
If you have me, it is but to lose
Around your neck, tightens the noose
It's a problem if you have me, it's a problem if you don't
Without me you're mindless; you think you will manage? Oh no, you won't!

The Mouse

Once upon a time, on an island with a lighthouse
Lived a teeny weeny mouse, in a little mouse house.
He slipped on a pea,
And fell in the sea!
Moral? Peas could be injurious, if you're a teeny weeny mouse.

Life

I'm not real.
Just a mirage, a shadow that disappears with the fading light.
All that you hear about me is inconsequential -
For he who truly knows me cannot speak about me.
The me that you see is irrelevant -
For I'm not what you see, I'm much more and a lot less than that.
Anything you know about me is obsolete -
I'm ever-changing, morphing into forms you cannot fathom.
I'm not where you search for me,
I'm not what you wish me to be.
Cry all you want, laugh while you can
Despair, lose your hopes and question your faith
I will still remain the enigma that I am
For better or for worse.

The flower and the bee

The little flower said to the bee,
'Oh, how you buzz away, always so free.'
Said the bee to little flower blue,
'I'm never free, I have work to do!'

'But you're still not tied down,
To the hard earth so brown!
Up, up and away you fly
Reaching high to the deep blue sky.'

'Ah, but that is far from true,
My dear little flower, so blue -
I can fly high on a day so sunny,
But come down, I must, for your sweet honey!'

You can take the kid out of kindergarten, but you cannot take kindergarten out of the kid.

To each his own!

There was once an old man of Mig,
He was eccentric - he glued, to his head, a wig!
"To each his own!",
Said the man, in a baritone -
Then, went right ahead and kissed a pig.

On a girl...

There was once a girl in Bloomingdale
She was shopping for a dress and a veil.
The dress was white,
And the veil, just right -
But alas, she now looked like Florence Nightingale!

On moving

On Thursday (27 Apr, 2006):
For a long long time, one wish forever grew -
A little place of our own, ours through and through.
Many a sleepless night,
Only one thing in our sight,
We're moving into our own house - finally, a dream come true!

On Sunday/Monday (30 Apr - 1 May, 2006):
Little did I know that a new house isn't just a gain -
It came with much more - my prayers went in vain!
Pack and unpack,
My back went 'cra-aa-ack' -
Shifting to a new house is sure a big pain!

Rest of the week:
Boxes boxes everywhere, as far as eye can see!
Umpteen sacks and covers, alas! poor me!
This is so tragic,
I badly need magic -
Dear Lord, this is my prayer to thee!

Blank

I sit in front of the screen,
Words fail me! I'm worried, what could that mean?
Fingers poised on asdf jkl;
Nothing, blank, zero, nil.

There is no dearth for inspiration,
Blogs all around me, no lack of motivation!
Then why this sudden lull,
Why am I not able to write, no matter how hard I mull!

My head aches from the inactivity,
Have I lost all my creativity?!
That is a very serious prospect, you see -
Without frequent writing, I'd be stranded at sea!

For writing is what I do best
I pretend to take it lightly, ofcourse, only in jest!
Me - I'd like a pen 'n pad even on my hearse -
Look! All my anguish is coming out in verse!

Fine Print: Before you think how pretentious of me to say I have writer's block when I have been updating my blog almost every day, here's the real deal - I find myself writing, but not writing what I actually want to. And it kills me to be like that. I'm waiting for a huge bolt of creative thunder to hit my otherwise dull brain to make me finish what I've begun. Or atleast make me start writing the one thing I've been procrastinating for aeons.

Mind Maps

If you're out of ideas, you can stop blinking -
There is now a tool to do all the inking!
Fill in the gap
Using a Mind Map,
I'm attending a workshop on Creative Thinking!

What's 'Creative Thinking using Mind Maps'?

Insomnia

There was a girl who was still awake at midnight
She just couldn't sleep - such was her plight!
And so she wrote a limerick,
But that turned out pretty sick -
"Will somebody please switch off the stupid light!"

100 not out

Do not think, 'Oh, why does she boast?'
Writing was something I've wanted to do most,
So, went the whole hog,
And got myself a blog -
Welcome, people, to my one hundredth post!

On posting 100 posts on my other blog!

Paint my life thus

The first rain on a dry earth, ah the petrichor - fragrance of the highest!
You sent me a rainbow, when I only asked for rain!
Dew drop so perfect, the sparkle - a blush when the Sun sends a kiss.
Silky sky with cotton clouds, crumpled musings of a poet's pen perhaps?
And the many hues of blue, pale here, periwinkle there and the bluest blue seas!
A sunrise, a moonlit night and the stars out of reach but in sight.
Flowers born at Your feet, a bouquet for me at my doorstep everyday!
Oh what a blessing my Lord, you found me worthy of these!

Golden for all the love, blue for the laughter,
Red for the smiles and white for the peace.
Yellow for a happy sunshine, green so I'm glad for all that is mine.
And last, a touch of black - for without it, there wouldn't even be a white!
Heavenly painter with colors endless, paint my life thus.

The omnipresent kitchen knife

Once there was a girl who was accident-prone -
Whatever she did, it always ended with her groan.
She cut herself today,
Like she does everyday
It's a pity resistentialism won't leave her alone!

What's my issue with inanimate objects? Try reading this -> The chair or the bed?

To me (on Women's Day)

I'm not a burden anymore, not a big debt,
I'm better than a son, yeah, you bet!
I know what I want, I know how to get it.
And I'll conquer all, sure, bit by bit.

Wife to a husband, sister to a brother,
Daughter to a mother, someday a mother,
Daddy's little darling, that'll always be me -
I can be all at the same time, I am a woman, you see.

I will reach great heights, endless and carefree,
Nothing in the world can defeat the girl in me!

Doctor doctor! Don't give us a fright
Please don't take our ailments so light!
You're on strike,
For want of a hike!
Said the doctor, 'Let the Govt first treat ME right!'

Doctors' strike threatens to spreada

To Monday

Oh! how I wish I had the flu
To miss office on a Monday blue.
Jealous of my neighbor - the housewife unseen,
And so I became a monster green.
Yellow it is, the day of Woden -
Two more to go, two have been trodden.

Thirsty for red, but I only get orange.
Now isn't it a pity! Nothing rhymes with orange.
Red as in fun, red as in Fridays
Red as in the last of all the weekdays

Let's go to the movies, let's have some fun,
It's the day of Saturn, all said and done.
God rested on Sunday and so will I,
It will be Monday again and all I can do is sigh!

Oh poor Monday, what did you do?
To be called a day so blue!
Laugh on, Friday! It won't last long -
If I work on a Saturday - like Thursday, you'll jus' tag along!
No other day has feelings so true
Like my dear Monday, oh so blue!
I won't curse you, will find no fault
For my first poem came from your vault!

First ever

After their dreamy marriage
They set off in a carriage
To the moon
For a honeymoon
But returned due to alien barrage.

My first ever limerick - written when I was in my 7th or 8th grade.