Monthly Archives: December 2016

Happy 2017.


The sun has set
It is curtains.
A year -2016
has gone to sleep.

Closed are the happy events
along with the sad ones.
They will fade from memory
It is a routine.A monotony.

Another year dawns.
Would hold both mirth and sorrow.
Host celebrations and disaster.
Will then sink into oblivion.

Cries of joy reach the sky.
Crackers explode. An illumination
endears. Hope resumes.
That be with you. Happy 2017

That Will Pass


Passing of,
whoever it might be,
whatever it may be,
seems to be seamless.

The old days die
the new era dawns
with an ease
a felicity appealing.

The seniors disappear.
The young take over.
Have no grudge or hesitation
at the brink. A smooth change.

The world revolves.
Tireless in its rotation.
No, stop or fall at the helm.
Moves without prejudice.

It is the Universal Law.
Joy and sorrow are abstract.
The virtual is not to be depended on.
The real that matters.

The Twos.


I am in two minds
says Joseph.
Unable to decide
he bemoans

He has two faces
tells Mary.
One that solicits
while the other resists.

Think twice
commands Jesus.
Be patient and tolerant.
Speaks the Lord.

The twos in a row
make up the resolutions.
A strong union of love and kindness
brings forth cheer and grace.

My Kind Little Girl


My little girl, kind,
pleasant and cordial
has her own mind.phil-barone-curved-soprano-saxophone
She never throws a deal
goes with her own find.
Unusual it is to me, at least
when she joined a music class
she took the prime seat
had an instrument of brass
that be the saxophone indeed!
I am surprised to see her choose
the woodwind instrument of all others
I feel it is hard to play with breath, close
she is in no mood to withdraw rather
 Insisted on pursuing the course.
Left to me, I would not allow her to continue
but her parents have given her freedom  to learn
that being a new school of thought in the retinue
 knowing her well she would burn
her midnight oil to excel.

 

The Eyes Are Dangerous


A stare not friendly
hit me hard
not once but many a time.

Even after many days
I have a feel that the eyes
follow me wherever I go.

They do not disappear
but remain stuck.
Lets me not with ease.

Eyes hit you hard,
strike you with horror. They are
harsher than physical violence

Beware of such evil eyes.
Might sound a superstition.
Virtually they are dangerous.