Month: September 2025

The Light In My Head

I have a light in my head.
It turns on when I go to bed.
And in this light I can see
Everything that’s not meant to be.
I see things that didn’t go right
Except that they are magnified.
Things I said or didn’t say
Or did or didn’t do during the day
And the possible repercussions
Are all blown out of proportions.
One thing leads to another,
And all these are such a bother!
At a time when I should be sleeping,
I lie awake, brooding and thinking.
Oh! what a nervous wreck am I!
Mulling over all the ifs and whys.
Then, the morning sees me awake
With a pumpkin-like strange face.
No book, no talk, no spell, no potion
Has cured me of this condition.
I could be wrong, and I could be right,
But this adds to my deplorable plight!
And so, the night fills me with dread,
For I have a light in my head.

Autumn’s First Breath

Autumn’s first breath is Summer’s last.
It’s warmth giving way to nippy drafts.
With Winter waiting on the far horizon,
Autumn is Nature’s final celebration.

The trees in the glades glow vibrantly
As their leaves let go the usual green,
To wear yellow, orange, red and brown,
And gracefully twirl towards the ground.

The pregnant fields yield their harvests –
Plumpy pumpkins and crunchy carrots,
Sweet apples and tangy cranberries,
Beets and more, all ripe for the picking.

As the people of the world celebrate
With Halloween and Thanksgiving Day,
Nature prepares Herself for Her sleep,
To dive into the depths of dormancy.

The chilly air is the harbinger of change.
The trees stand bare, looking so strange.
The applause for their show slowly fades.
With Autumn’s last breath, Winter awakes.

The Night of Kanha

The endless expanse of the sky,
Dark blue, like Kanha,
Glitters with stars on a clear night,
Each one, a bedecked Gopika.

While alone, I sit in my room
Staring outside the window.
Darkness casts a pall of gloom.
What do I seek? I don’t know!

Suddenly, I hear something!
Muted sounds of laughter,
Notes of a flute, enchanting,
And tinkles of anklets fall on my ears.

I glance around, but the street’s quiet.
The house is still and dark, too.
Yet, the night, with music, is alive,
And wraps me in midnight blue.

I see then within myself a light
That chases away the darkness.
My soul rejoices like the starry night.
My hope renews in Kanha’s embrace.