Missing You

Raindrops shine like snowflakes
in the glare of headlights.
The darkness ahead unravels
a little more as I drive.

Alone with the weeping skies,
swishing wipers for company,
wish there was one for my mind
that could wipe out memories.

Of laughter, and promises of
being together, our moments
of happiness, of your love
and sweet tenderness.

It was easy for you to leave.
To say goodbye as I cried
and wished you’d come back to me
long after the tears had dried.

A Different Kind of Love

The sun may set in the west.
It will never set on our love, my love.
The years do the seasons test.
They can’t test our love, my love.

Even the oceans have boundaries.
Our love is like the limitless skies.
The nights with all their bright lights
can’t blind your face from my eyes

Promises – they are meant to break.
Our love is stronger than mere words.
Life is shortened by inevitable death.
While our love will live on and on.

The Bride

Like morning dew on rose petals, tears line her eyes.
The hint of a smile upon her lips hides the uncertainty inside.
And under the pressures of expectations that are on the rise,
she has to metamorphose into a diamond shining so bright.

For today, she leaves the only family she knows
to embrace another one as part of her fate
while beautiful people in beautiful clothes arrive at her door
to eat, sing, dance, make merry and celebrate.

What does she get when she has given up everything?
Are her dreams and wishes worth nothing?
And should her hopes be laid to rest, unceremoniously
under a pile of social norms and opinions?

Or is she the example of one who is brave
as she sets out into the unfamiliar, uncharted territory
of a new house, new relationships and a new name
to be the half that begins life’s very own story?


Sometimes I
walk on roads
I’ve traveled
to meet
a memory.

Sometimes I
walk the path
less beaten
to meet
an experience.

Sometimes I
walk in the
day’s glow
to see
a shadow.

Sometimes I
walk in the
moon’s light
to see
so clearly.

’tis myself
I seek by
night and day
and I fail

Then I look
at your face,
at your smile,
in your eyes
and see – me.

The Reunion – Class of ’64

Like beads on a string,
we were together
through thick and thin.

Riding bikes, sharing things,
pulling braids, running,
playing, laughing, crying.

We couldn’t forget those days
and united in memories,
we return from our parted ways.

To spend this time catching up,
telling our life stories,
comparing grays, remembering stuff.

Like birds of a feather flying
into the sunset with wings
and hearts beating – in unison.

My Friend, My Rainbow

‘Twas in the evening yesterday
That I saw a rainbow on my way.
It waved to me with colors bright,
and a smile that lit up the sky.

Violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow,
orange and red all shouted “Hello!”
It spoke to me of tales of yore
I knew I’d found my pot of gold.

As I laughed and skipped that day,
I followed it to a wonderful place
of happiness and magical fun
in the light of the rosy setting sun.

It walked me home till the gate.
I turned once more to see it wave.
Truth it was, and I knew it too
that the rainbow I had met was – you.

The First Wages

“More! More! I want some more!”
The tiny voice would’ve gone unheard.
I turned to meet an outstretched hand,
a scruffy face and a head full of sand.

I stared down at the beggar child.
His eyes danced, his lips smiled.
His little fingers lined with dirt
held lightly the folds of my shirt.

‘Be gone!” said I, “So unsatisfied.”
The amount I’d given was justified!
Not one extra coin would I disburse
to this depraved lad, this curse!

I glared into his eyes again.
I hoped to see fear, even shame.
But my outburst had been in vain.
His beaming smile did not change.

Instead, in a voice crystal clear,
he spoke to me and I did hear.
“I’m all alone – Oh! Please, please!”
The winds and cold do not cease.

There was a time when I had known
warm caresses – my mother’s own.
And long past the twilight hours,
she’d tell me all about the stars.

She left me all alone one day,
and as she was going – did say,
““Let not the hunger and the cold
make you beg, or sell your soul.

Look for work and you will find
in the fields – something to bind,
or in the big, busy marketplace-
if you work hard, it will pay.

Do not fear for me, my son!
Not far from you will I be gone.
When people tell you I have died,
look for the new star in the sky.””

And so, it’s not alms that I want,
Just a little fare for the “2 Down.”
No more moments I must waste
if I want a job at the marketplace.

Not more than a 2 rupee coin
for the new job I have to join!
But this you will not do for free,
your heavy basket I shall carry.”

I looked down at him again.
His eyes now held only pain.
His proud chin, turned up high,
so full of hope – this little boy.

And every word he said was true.
He was his own living proof.
Undefeated by life’s miseries yet,
he was just like the black cygnet.

And, along with me he did hurry.
My blue basket, for me did carry.
“Here’s the coin! Now rest a while!”
And I saw again – that beautiful smile.


for you to return
after you say goodbye.

for a smile to come
after the tears have dried.

to hear “I love you” again
after we end the fight.

for the darkness
after turning off the lights.

for the dust to settle
after the storm has passed.

for time itself
for this too will not last.

They say that life’s
a game and I agree it is –
one – of waiting.

Everlasting Love

Your love grows deep in me
like a pomegranate tree.
It’s red fruit full of passion
with a taste that’s everlasting.
The branches spread out within
me with leaves that are evergreen.
The roots reach into my heart.
No distance that keeps us apart
will ever be wide enough
for this witness of our love
will keep us united as we live
this life, and after death, endlessly.

A Matter of Time

I see the Place from my home.
Six concrete pillars and a dome.
Deserted, it had stood cold and dark
with stray dogs that roamed and barked.

The men now chisel a design like lace
cutting through the rocks with ease.
The sun beats down upon their backs.
They sweat and strain but do not slack.

Slowly, they work on the shapes –
the feet, the legs, the arms, the face.
Then, the stone takes a form.
It has now turned into a God.

The lattice work covers the walls.
The roof with the flagged spire is tall
and lit with little lights that twinkle.
For, the Place is now a holy temple.

As I reflect on what is and was
I wake up to a realization of sorts.
The twists and turns that make our Fate
Are just games Time constantly plays.

Tell Me Why

Tell me why
stars shine in the sky?
Such soothing brightness
spreads happiness.

Tell me why
birds sing as they fly?
Such mellow tunes
give hope anew.

Tell me why
flowers bloom with a smile?
Nodding in the breeze.
Waving goodbye to grief.

Tell me why
God made Earth and life?
So full of colors
and joy and mirth.

Just to be choked
by his creation – Man
Whose pride blinds him
to all the wonders divine.

Pity not the blind or
the deaf who cannot hear
But those who surrounded by beauty
fail to see it bright and clear.

My Class Teacher

I have a class teacher
who is very, very nice.
I like all her lectures
and listen to her advice.

She teaches math n morals.
I owe her all my laurels.
She helps all her pupils –
The aces n those who struggle.

She’s always so lively.
Her name is Miss Molly.
Disciplined and so caring,
She’s the best, certainly!