like pearls fallen from a string.
like diamonds in a wedding ring.

shine bright in the sunlight.
twinkle like bits of starlight.

Dewdrops –
children of the morning mist.
Dewdrops –
they are happy just to exist.

Dewdrops of every shape and size –
each one dazzles with its own light.
Dewdrops delight with their smiles.
May these dewdrops be our guides.

A New Year’s Message

Fill your hearts to the brim with cheer.
The gift of a brand New Year is here.
It’s the time to make resolutions anew.
Each one as bright as the sun at noon.

Let’s wave goodbye to the year that’s gone.
We learned, survived, and stayed strong.
The New Year beckons with a lot of hope
to forge new paths and to never ever stop.

So go to new places, make new friends,
go hike till you reach the rainbow’s end.
Go read new books, go get that degree
go earn that paycheck, go live life fully.

For opportunities and dreams never sleep.
They’re never lost; they can never be buried.
They move on riding with the cool breeze.
Waiting to be brought to life; to breathe.

We all are this New Year’s chosen ones.
The bold achievers and the young guns.
So, go forth and with your own alchemy,
go find that treasure from your dreams.


The groom waits in a suit of prussian blue.
The moon, clouds and stars are invited, too,
to celebrate the grandest of all rendezvous –
Two celestial beings uniting in a love so true.

With each passing second, he grows darker.
The stars twinkle as they all gossip and titter.
The moon shows off her gown of silver gossamer
While the clouds waltz around in a twirling manner.

Atlast the bride arrives, stepping towards the altar.
The celebrations pause as the long wait is over.
With a smile and a blush, they kiss each other-
The colors of their love spreading into the yonder.

And if you were awake, you may have seen
the guests saying goodbye as they were leaving
to tuck themselves in a place of sweet dreams
and return for another wedding in the evening.

The Lovefool and the Rose

A red rose bloom and a lovefool
on one Valentine’s Day in school –
She was the prettiest girl in class
oblivious of the love in his heart.

There, she was talking to her friends,
fresh like the blossom in his hand.
He stepped forward to let her know,
not noticing the crack in the floor.

A stumble, and he lost balance!
The rose flew off in that instance,
landing on a book of History
held by the principal while walking!

What followed next was comitragic –
A meet in the old dragon’s office.
And, to add to the embarrassment,
a letter was sent to his parents.

Thus ended the love before it began.
Cupid! Your arrow has strayed again!
What’ll happen next – nobody knows –
to the young lovefool and the rose!!!

The Journey of a Poem

It begins with an inspiration,
a fleeting thought
speeding through the mind,
and then its caught.

The idea scribbled on paper,
then crushed and trashed.
Slowly, it starts to shape up
in the second draft.

The words play together
to build the narrative –
A similie here; or a metaphor,
create a bit of imagery.

The verses start forming
with meter and rhyme.
After writing and rewriting,
flow the chiselled lines.

Here comes the final version.
and with an artsy flair,
it is released from seclusion,
ready to be shared.

Such is the evolution
of a work of poetry
A journey from evanescence
to a joyful reality.


Deep within each person,
there lies a large reservoir
of an energy named desire,
that, to emerge, lies waiting.

Even Gods are unspared
from the forces of desire.
Such is its cosmic power
when it arises and flares.

The desire to be king.
The desire for beauty.
The desire for immortality.
The desire for strength.

In countless instances,
desire has driven
both mortals and angels
towards destruction.

Blessed are the saints
who can harness desire
like the taming of fire
in household kitchens.

Blessed are the ones
whose only desire
is to serve the Maker
through His Words.

Blessed are those
who can steadily hold
the double-edged sword
of desires in this world.


A seed pushes through the forest floor.
In silence.
The earth heals after a thunderstorm.
In silence.

An eagle glides in the vast blue sky.
In silence.
Dawn breaks through the dark night.
In silence.

A lake reflects snowy mountain tops.
In silence.
Moon beams shine through the window.
In silence.

A candle melts to spread light all around.
In silence.
Trees give shelter through their shadows.
In silence.

Silence is magic, silence is medicine,
Silence is releasing, silence is strength,
Silence is clarity, silence is powerful,
Silence is sacrifice, silence is love.

The yin to the yang of noise and chaos,
silence can enlighten and build purpose.
So, whenever vision is marred by confusion,
know that the answer lies within …. in silence.


I have faith in my Lord!
He will see me through.
I have faith in my Lord!
I know He’s powerful.

I can reach out to Him
by following His Word.
He walks on beside me
as I tread in this world.

His ways are mystical.
At times, I may not see.
My paths are so puzzling,
but that’s His plan for me.

I know not how it’ll end,
but of one thing I’m sure.
He is my only friend,
and to Him I’ll return.

I have faith in my Lord!
He will see me through.
I have faith in my Lord!
I know He’s powerful.

PS: This poem has six syllables in each line.

A Story of Courage

Once upon a long time ago,
there were three young lads –
Pain, Courage and Fear.
They found a treasure map.

The gold was in the ocean
for whoever ventured forth.
And so they went a-hunting
in the sea on a rocking boat.

At the time to take the plunge,
Pain complained and hid away.
Fear decided to make the jump
but returned shivering and pale.

Now Courage dove in the waves
deeper and deeper unflinchingly.
He found the treasure in a cave,
and then lived ever after happily.


Beauty lies in the smallest of things.
A silk cotton seed floating in the wind,
a butterfly with gaily colored wings,
a pearly shell that the ocean brings.

Beauty lies in the commonest of things.
The grace of a pendulum as it swings,
the dew shining on gossamer strings,
the light bouncing off a little earring.

Beauty lies in the strangest of things.
The Moon and the Sun while eclipsing,
the leaves turning red before falling,
an orchid bloom like a baby sleeping.

Mind not the earth as it keeps spinning.
Mind not the clock as it keeps ticking.
But, pray, take the time to stop and see
the beauty that surrounds you and me.

The Price

Is there a price for everything?
Does everything have a cost?
What then is the best bargain?
To what extent would it drop?

Lost in the maze of questions?
Take a pause to look around –
A mother’s love for her children,
a rusty memory lost and found.

The sun shining in the morning,
the fresh breeze after the rain,
the laughter of the little ones,
the sound of musical refrains.

The gurgling of flowing rivers,
the rainbow with colors seven,
a smile that sets hearts aflutter –
All these cost nothing, my friend.

My Journey

This path that I am set on,
this journey for which I was born –
A tiny spring in Your Master Plan,
a speck of time in a span of aeons.

To You, I dedicate my every step –
The start, the finish, my every breath.
You furnish my spirit with purpose.
My every deed is in Your service.

In each second that passes with time,
You ease the stumbles and the climbs.
Nothing can stop me on my journey,
for You are with me till the end.