Posts Tagged musing

Treasure….

This is my post for one-shot wednesday…hosted by Pete Marshall this week…

sorry this poem is kind of long…but hope you  like it…


Treasure

The first time I held you

In the crook of my arm

My little pink bundle

You let out a yawn

And I thought you were

The prettiest baby there was

When you were toothing

You would chew my chain

And sleep with your head on my shoulder

When you could crawl

You looked up at your dad

And trailed him everywhere

When you came down with a fever

You would cry and scream for me

To stay by your side till you sleep

I can picture your warm brown eyes

And your sunny summer frock

As you look guiltily up at me

Covered from head to toe in mud

I think of your pigtails swinging

As you chase the butterflies

And I smile thro’ the kitchen window

As you laugh and dance around

You turn at the school gates

And looked worriedly at me

I smile and wave you on

When in my heart

I’m as worried as you are

I soothe you thro your tears

When your heart is broken

for the very first time

I wished that I could hit

The boy who had hurt my child

I wipe a tear and clap so hard

As you hold your degree high

Smiling widely in your graduation robes

One day after work,

You stand at the kitchen door

I know there is something

You’d like to tell Dad and me

The doorbell rings

And a tall handsome man enters

If we would agree, this is my groom

You say…I glance apprehensively at your father

Then I look into your man’s eyes

I see his love for you shining there

And then I hug you and smile thro’ my tears

My baby is all grown up

4 years later

My baby chases her own little one

And I look back to the day

To see a child with flying pigtails

And one day

When I grow old and die

You would cry by my graveside

But here I am

Standing by yours

My arms feel so empty

And my heart is so heavy

As I think of what could have been

And I give you up

A day after you were born

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Legion


He looks so white and pure
But as the moonlight
Shines down
Bathing him in its light
The white washes away
And he stands tall
A legion of the dark
Black wings like a raven
Flutter unfurled in the breeze
As he dives to the ground
They run
Who cant stay straight
For want of a spine


This one is for Undead poets

Nope…havent seen the movie…just saw the poster….

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Leprechaun

He hops in glee on tiny toes

The wind hoping to carry him offshore

He dances in and out

Slippery in the catchers hands

His ginger beard tickles his tummy

As he claps his hand

And clicks his heels in glee

His shrewd green eyes gleam

As he behold the safety

Of his pot of gold

The leprechaun

With his pointed hat

And grass green clothes

A walking legend under the rainbow


my contribution for Poets United

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The Simple things

This is one of my first poems that I shared with my friends…they loved it so much…now I’m sharing this with you…hope you like it:)

Its not the bigger things that count

You might buy me expensive jewelry

But I would rather

Share a moment with you

Watching the setting sun

It’s the simple things about you

That I count as treasures

A smile as I wake you up

Yawning and stretching

The kisses at odd times

The way you brush away my tears

Your voice with a hint of a laugh

As you see me pout

The mischievous winks and smiles

When nobody’s watching

The way you creep up

and hug me as I cook

The silly little arguments

The silence as we walk by the beach

Just the two of us

In our very own world

Together today and for eternity

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Nobody’s Angel (for UDPS)

Lightning flash

Pouring rain

Steeped in the shadows of the night

I walk upon the cobbled street

Unmindful of the cold

That has long ago

Seeped into my bones

The steady stream washes away

The blood from my hands

They leer at me

As I step thro’ the door

And cry and plead

As I pull out my gun

I feel no mercy

For these dregs of the society

They say I look like an angel

So sweet and so pure

But the fact remains

That I’m so cold

I’m Nobody’s Angel


this is my first poem for Undead Poets Society…hope u like it…

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Rest

The waves crashed against the cliff

The wind whipped her long black hair

Reminiscing about the ages she lived thro

As she stood waiting

For the golden rays of the sun…

So many centuries…so many identities…I thought about my life as it was since the beginning…Flashes of it came to the fore…

An attendant in the court of King John, fleeing with the Romanovs during the Russian revolution, Watching the beheading of Queen Marie Antoinette, Watched the first play of Shakespeare come alive, the American revolution, paid a visit to Dr. Livingstone in Africa, been the wife of the Caliph of Persia and the mother of another, witnessed the sufferings of soldiers as a military nurse in WWII, paid homage at the passing of Mahatma Gandhi… it was a long list

I was tired. Tired of constantly moving from place to place changing my identity. Tired of constantly having to look over my shoulder. I was tired of watching the farce of human evolution. I was ready to let go and sleep.

My only regret was… Nikolai…But I guess it is for the best. If he knew how much I loved him, he would never let me go. And he deserved someone better than the world weary Queen of the damned.

The waves were already tinged pink at the horizon. I could feel my skin burning even now. Gritting my teeth, I watched my first sunrise in over a millennia.

And there she stood

Frozen for a second in time

Till the wind blew her ashes

Into the sea

Hidden in the shadows of the trees, Nikolai watched the beatific smile that lit up her face before her body turned to dust. “I will always love you…Sleep well Zoya”

Dust thou art And to dust thou returnest

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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The yagna

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Hamlet Act 1, scene 5

The heat was oppressing even as I got out of the car to step on the soil of my ancestors. My birthplace-a little village in the State of Kerala in Southern India.

My grandmother, a tiny woman with nerves of steel, gave me a hug and a broad smile as she enquired about my journey and told the maid behind her to place my bags in my old room.

After chit-chat and general gossip for sometime, she sent me to the ‘kolam’ (a large bathing pool). Dressed in the traditional settu-mundu(a two piece sari), I toweled my hair dry. It was wonderful being back in this house, back to my roots.

My grandmother set out my lunch for me and we settled down to feast on traditional keralite sadya or feast. I commented on how hot it was this year when compared to the last timed I visited. She explained that it had been a year since it had rained. The crops were suffering and drinking water was running out. Even the kulams had less water now, a fact that I had noted as I had my bath. The village panchayat had called a eminent brahmana to perform the rain invoking yagna. Today was the last day and it was supposed to rain at the close of the yagna.

I had my doubts about such things working, being of the general that believed in science and not in tradition as my grandmother put it. I explained that it was not tradition that I was against but superstitions like this yagna which seemed more like money making schemes to me.

I spent the rest of my afternoon meeting my cousins and the myriad aunts and uncles and neighbors in the village.

Apparently the whole village had gathered in the huge temple grounds where the yagna was being performed. I had to appreciate the brahmanas performing the yagna in this blistering heat even if I did not set much store by what they were doing.

Nevertheless, there was something to be said for watching a yagna being performed. Te chants and the smells and sounds added to the flickering flames were hypnotic and created an atmosphere that had to be seen to be believed. I could see the hope on the villager’s faces. Women in traditional sttu mundu with multi-colored blouses, a deep red bindi and sacred chandanam on their foreheads and the men elegant in their dhotis. The little girls played at a distance decked in brightly colored pattu-pavadas.

Splot…I blinked as a drop of water fell on my head…The crowd was murmuring in delight as drop after drop fell on the parched earth…

The rain came down in torrents and the people were dancing with joy as I looked on in disbelief as the yagna fire was completely put out by the rain it summoned.

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