Friday, September 25, 2009


Once a month, twice a month,
many a festival to celebrate.
Fasting at times from dawn to dusk,
Feasting in joy for the rest.
Silk Saree's rustling in pomp,
Shimmering bangles chatter along.
Scent of jasmine flowers,
Aroma of ghee oozing sweets.
Ramadan, Diwali and Christmas,
Religions do not matter.
Gifts given in plenty,
to make everyone happy.
Spirit of celebration in the air,
filling warmth and joy everywhere.

Over there in a Little shack,
sweating over a greasy pack,
rough hands at work as always,
washing away dust on scooters.
Dents and grease fill their life,
fighting for food their only fate,
Celebrations do not matter here,
for those called the filthy poor.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Rains forever

Grey spreads over the horizon,
casting its dark shadow on
cheerful trees awaiting rain,
little flowers smiling at heaven,
ploughed fields, red and barren.

Drops as soft as a feather,
fall from heaven to water
pretty little creeks of wonder,
winding down to end where
ploughed fields lie bare.

Here and there a few drops,
dances a pretty peacock.
Showers end, downpour starts,
filling streams over the hillock,
as gushing creeks wet all fields.

Drenched animals safe in caves,
rats and insects deep in burrows,
huddle together cats and dogs,
birds rest in cosy nests,
and it rains, rains,rains,..., forever.

Monday, September 07, 2009

Mysterious Mind

Will I ever understand you?
Growing within me slowly,
defining me, nurturing me,
yet distinct from me.

Detailed plans you abhored,
Unknowing which rules I defined.
Hurting myself from within,
trying to achieve the undefined.

Path of wilderness you chose,
beckoning me into new lands,
of undefined horizons, where
thoughts wander at their own pace.

Rugged paths lead to peace,
here time knows no haste
revealing hidden treasures,
long lost in thoughts deep inside.