He

He was like the egret on holi.
Unfazed by the music and colors.
Like the bhaang in the thandai,
he was the reason for the madness.

They swayed to his love songs –
men, women and children alike.
He stole their hearts and souls
with the sounds from his pipe.

They surrounded him on his way
screaming and shouting his name.
The fever raged through the day;
it showed no signs of abating.

Others accused him of sorcery,
and tried very hard to catch him.
But he escaped like the breeze,
for he was like the egret on holi.

The Race

The tracks were set.
The runners in place
while people watched
with bated breaths.

At the loud gunshot,
the racers were off
with fast strides to
beat the ticking clock.

As they reached the
last lap, all of them
rushed ahead and sped
with all their strength.

And then it happened –
The first racer’s fall –
A stumble – it seemed
like he had lost it all.

As he hit the ground,
he felt a hand on his
shoulder, and looked up
to see another racer

who helped him stand
and didn’t leave his side
till they both had crossed
the white finishing line.

Yes, the race was lost,
but he had found a friend.
And later, that day, he asked
him, “Why did you help?”

To which his new comrade
said, “it may seem crazy, yet
I believe – life’s about helping,
And winning isn’t everything.”

Verbs for the New Year

What better time than
the end of the year
to write a little poem –
about verbs, my dears.

And, as Time turns its
pages to a New Year,
these are like the gifts
that will bring you cheer.

Smile – it works like sunshine
Run – a little goes a long way
Read – it gets the mind working
Learn – a new thing every day

Give – to those who don’t have
Share – with those who need
Laugh – it opens up the heart
Sow – seeds grow into trees

Spend – time with loved ones
Count – your blessings everyday
Travel – to a new destination
Eat – keep your health in check

Pray – it’s the divine connection
Play – be wise and also fair
Look – for a light in all situations
Hope – the answers will be there

Dance – with music in your heart
Sing – without any occasions
Write – messages to those afar
Drink – everything in moderation

Breathe – easy and very deep
Speak – be truthful and nice
Love – each and every minute
Live – you only get one life

The Oyster

A long, long time ago,
at the bottom of the sea,
there lived a little oyster
as blue as he could be.

He hardly ever spoke
and rarely ever smiled
at all the sea folks who
used to pass him by.

“Why are you so glum?”
Said the sea anemone
“Cheer up my little one!”
As she waved gleefully

The oyster didn’t smile
and one could not see
his tears as he sighed
and spoke on ruefully.

“You are so colourful
and look very pretty
with your many arms
moving with the sea.

And the fishes there,
just look at them go
with their bright tails
like twirling rainbows.

While here I am all day
in my drab little shell –
nothing to do and say
and no stories to tell.”

And so the oyster spent
it’s whole life in the sea.
And on one fine, sunny day,
it washed up on the beach.

The girl shouted happily
as she held it in her hands
and showed it to everybody
who had gathered around.

Joy lit up her blue eyes
as they found the pearls.
They all called her lucky
to find such a big oyster-

Who was by now thinking and
smiling at them from Heaven
“I wish I’d known all this time –
my worth- happy I’d have been.”

And so it is dear friends
as plain as truth can be.
Why fret over the reasons?
Trust in Him is all you need.

Lola’s Christmas

It was on a Christmas eve
when Lola Palola, all of six
sat near the little Xmas tree
scribbling down her wish list.

First was a doll with golden hair
like the one her best friend had.
A dress and ribbons were next
in the letter meant for Santa.

It was on a Christmas eve
when Lola Palola, all of sixteen
put the last angel on the tree
and laid the table with treats.

She walked with dreamy eyes
without a care in the world
smiling and sharing kisses
under the ruby red mistletoe.

It was on a Christmas eve
when Lola Palola, all of thirty
told her own children to believe
in the power of their good deeds.

As she saw their little lists,
she herself had only one wish.
That her love returns safely
from the war across the seas.

It was on a Christmas eve
when Lola Palola, all of fifty
saw all of her family gather
around the little Xmas tree.

The hearth was warm with fire
as she joined her hands in prayer
and sang with thanks in her heart
Of the joys of Christmas day.

In Holy Matrimony

Rain streaks across the skies;
Cupid’s arrows seek the Earth
wrapped in a white, misty veil
like a bride waiting at the altar.
A sudden burst of lightning flares
across the thundering clouds like
cannonballs shot in the air.
Hark! the groom has arrived.

Listen to the Raindrops!

Listen to the raindrops as they’re falling
from the grey skies on the window panes.
A chit chit chattering in the pitter pattering,
I can hear them calling out my name.

“Come outside and play,” they sing loudly.
“Get your friends ‘n brothers ‘n sisters too.
Splashing around in the rain is exciting,
and don’t forget to put on your gumboots.”

Trying to catch the raindrops in our hands,
feeling them run down our hair and faces,
jumping in puddles of water and sand,
shouting, we play with the frogs and snails.

Now the fire burning in the hearth is warm,
And a spot of brandy is inviting, too.
The evening skies turn cloudy and dark
While the rain is still falling on the roof.

A chit chit chattering in the pitter pattering,
can you hear them calling out your name?
“Come outside and play,” they sing loudly.
“Come outside and play…till we go away.”