An untiring wave stealthily wipes away The footprints on the sands of time A clean slate with no traces behind A neve...

Will this piece stir another mind?

I looked at the rough sea, Who by now was furious...

Seating me snugly, In the comfort of its cushion.

One overlapping the other, Beautifully as one...

The sky blushing pink, Like a lover pinched her cheeks...

This is home, Where a part of me still lives...

They come and wave at me, And before I reach out my hand...

I am just a breath, Nothing more, nothing less...

Where everything beautiful lives Including you and me...

Do they whisper about the hidden secrets that they hold...

I am a monster, shapeless like water, Stealing the identity of the longing hands....

There are no winners or losers There are only shades, fifty two shades

Humpy Dumpty jumped over a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall..

Was not my love pure and pristine? Was Savitri’s devotion greater than mine?

She knows to be in control; and how! A no is a NO, loud and clear..

I jump out of the bed To the shrill of the alarm clock It blinked 5:00 AM!

Does anything I do or not do really matter?

A string of fresh jasmine adorned her loose hair

Some say that time comes along with you...

For I do not spin the wheel of fortune

Deep inside the silent ocean, Hides the most powerful of waves...

She was an embodiment of Spring On a bright beautiful day.

Have you seen it recently? I haven’t I might have left it behind at my messy home

I stepped down from my moral high horse I pulled down the roof; broke down the walls...

I learnt from the mistakes of yesterday Only to make different ones today I dare not move my eyes from the light, far aw...

The poem says Hope is the fire that burns down all negativity that the heart likes to hold on to

I shall meet our Maker today and seek justice, To send you sincere helping hands, albeit a few Good bye my dear

But this was not forever meant to be!

This poem is about love, humanity and random acts of kindness

She wore a different robe each time rarely tidy, sometimes crumpled but mostly messy.

She stroked my head gently, As I drifted off to sleep peacefully.

She checked herself in the mirror, one more time The cream silk sari flattered her dusky complexion

She is born, a poem, a handful of words, Enchantingly strung together with eloquent spaces

He hummed her name, beckoning her. His resonance never failed to turn her on.

Is home the place where I drift into, without a care, Into the arms of safety and love, in times of despair.

In your choices, are the seeds of your future

I walk through the long corridors, On the basement of my mind..

Called in sick to catch up with friends Over a steaming pot of biryani

My mom’s-frothy coffee, for a kick ass morn! Mea Culpa! My heart craves for the 6AM, Kumbakonam!

Its touch, fresh and intimate, everything comes alive, Strange and glorious, even the familiar.

Does not your heart melt at my tears; My prayers, do they fall in deaf ears?

Vocabulary, a range, a frame of reference, World makes its own inference...

Daunted by the crowd, I stutter

"We share a history, like peas in a pod, Common roots; we were raised the same"

But that is selfish, you would exclaim...

Along comes the spider, Weaving relentlessly, yarns of silk, that are fragile...

You walk around like you have eternity. When will you wake up to the grim reality?

I galloped valiantly, and at times, paraded patiently, Along the route came friends and family...

"By chance or by choice, our lives entwine Every life has a story, welcome to my design"

For it holds, Not just creaky drawers, But a chest of treasures, Of memories...

The poem warns you about how risky it can be when you ride a bike without a helmet. Your life is at stake.

My uncensored reflections, Monopolizing the empty pages, My mirror, my solace...

Just one day, please So I can tell her how much I love her and how much I owe her...

"The little hand that searched in the night To snuggle closer and sleep tight Baby steps to independent bike rides"

Your tears of sorrow are seeds of my hope, Your death, my life,

And the footprints that you leave behind, To embrace the nightfall in tranquility, to be with the Divine.

"The warmest hug, the tightest squeeze From a man he hardly knew His tall stature, despite the stoop.."

"Lakshmi stopped eating, Completely. Signs of deterioration ignored The gifts in her bounty bestowed."

"I am listener, a very good listener During the nights, I listen to the screams Of the little prisoner"

Only to kiss goodbye, At the wake of dawn, Knowing well, He returns home, without fail...

"The tank on the terrace overflows Water gushing with force We push each other under the water"

"You tease my tongue I savor your taste Gluttonously demanding more Senses aroused, "

"I watch in silence, disconcerted Discretely making notes As my companions compete Seeking my concurrence"