Words for her

I met a poem on the street
Waiting for some words to meet

She seemed rather lost in thought
Looking for these words she sought

"It's been so long", I heard her say
Since I had any words to play

I promised to help her in her quest
And look for words that suit her best

I wondered which ones she would want,
Ones that cry, laugh or taunt

Then she smiled and made me see,
"The Words will be your gift to me,

I will take those that you find,
Just look deep within your mind"

And in front of my own eyes,
I saw her like a phoenix rise

Words just words, simple and fine,
And there she was, poem mine!

For Aadya at 4 months

Twinkling eyes and toothless grin,
Round face with angular chin!
Tiny little hands and tiny feet,
To make our hearts go skip a beat!

Babbles and songs noon or night,
Every single day made oh-so-bright!
You fill our home with such Sunshine,
Can barely believe you are mine!

You smile in that simple, hearty way,
You convey much more than words can say!
Your every look does touch my heart,
Wish we'd had you from the start...

You weave such dreams to see,
Merry thoughts of life to be,
Mommy chores and family times,
Secret jokes and our own chimes :)

Pure delight is yours to give,
Your smile now a reason to live!
You bring us joys we never knew,
Hope we fulfill our dues to you!

Morning sounds

Depths of slumber barely stirring,
Veils of sleep steadily hurrying,
Sounds growing louder in my mind,
Time to start the daily grind?


The Water tap runs a bit reluctantly,
Pressure cooker whistles most insistently,
Then milkman's call ever so kind,
Time to leave the night behind?

All India Radio tuned right in,
Neighbour's chanting adding to the din!
A moment of quiet - hard to find,
Morning and sounds, all entwined.

Gone, those days of youth and yore,
Though now the ear does yearn for more -
Familiar noises that memories bind,
Of mornings that I cannot find

Now I wake in a silent land,
The alarm that rings is a foreign brand,
No escape still from the daily grind,
Just no sounds ear yearns to find...

Confidence

Perky, suave and dapper so,
I scurry around my room,
Very big day at work, u see,
It's a raise or it is doom!

Slides in order, papers placed,
And the numbers learnt by heart,
Creases have been smoothened out,
Before the meeting is to start.

I grit my teeth,I curl my fist,
My face is set in strength,
I brace myself for the day ahead,
With breaths of measured length!

Head held high, I straighten up,
And march on to the place,
My heart is fluttering in the ribs,
But a smile adorns my face.

There they sit, in suits of gray,
Their gloomy faces grim,
Prepared to tear my words apart,
Their faith in me looks slim

I bow to them and turn around,
My slides are set to start,
But the helper slips a note to me,
And a bolt goes through my heart!

I stare at them so stupidly,
The words hurriedly scrawled -
"Your skirt is unzipped in the back",
And my confidence is mauled!!

The corner seat

Lovely spot on the side,
How interesting the view,
So nice to look at everyone,
Observed by so few!

I watched her from my corner seat
As she entered through the door,
My eyes followed her judgingly,
My mind keeping the score.

"Pretty",I thought with disdain,
And then continued to stare,
I hoped she had blemishes,
All powdered up with care!

I admit to the little jolt,
As she got up for the loo,
I hadnt really noticed it,
But I had been scowling too!

As she came, to pass by me,
I never would have thought,
That I would hear her loudly sigh,
"I wish I had that spot"

Rude strangers

It was just a rude email,
I knew I needn't brood,
It wasnt worth a thought even,
Albeit a little crude.

I didnt know the guy, I thought,
Why care what he says,
But still his words hit me hard,
And lingered on for days.

I would never be so impolite,
Perhaps I am a prude!
And then there was this silly guy,
So insufferably rude!

And yet for all my politeness,
To people I hardly know,
I am guilty of haughtiness
With the ones that love me so

Windstorm and the tree

Firm I stood, head held high,
Many a nest on my brow,
Swaying softly to the lingering song,
Of the little bird on my bough

Green, so green, my bright shimmer,
Cool shade to soothe the day,
Squirrels that scurry up on my sides,
Stowing their nuts away

But an ill wind raged in the night,
Tnat blew no one any good,
And now I am on the way to warm,
Some cold home as firewood

A Mirror's Love Story

He would look within himself,
And every time he did,
He would see something else inside,
The reflections he hid...

He was tired standing there,
Looking around and out,
Worse, he only saw them all,
Both within, and without!

How thankless, he felt it was,
Not being able to see,
Himself, tho' he desired so,
When he reflected for free!

And then one day she came along,
So shiny, glossy and new!
She beamed at him so happily -
In that instant he knew!

That she would bear his reflection,
And she would be his goal,
And they would stand there, reflecting,
Two mirrors with one soul!