Category: thoughts

Living in a world of fantasy
she feels she is a princess.
Forgets that which surrounds her,
the house, the people,
the status and her capacity.

She believes she is superior
much above her kith
thinks she is beautiful
with expressive eyes
a quaint perception.

Feigns a pleasantness
and sweet behaviour
to hide the contraindications
of her inner self. Her smile
both delivers and detracts.

Watching her ambiguity
leads to a curiosity.
I attempt to find the truth.
Never could I as I get lost
in the pretensions.

Blasphemous ! cries Faulkner,
Annoyed he turns.
His eyes are red .
Spurns and scorns.

Blasphemous! he shouts more violent
than the first time.
Enraged he spills venom
Condemns and fumes.

Faulkner seems out of mind.
Baseless is his anger.
Stands furious. for not being
accorded a warm welcome.

Immature at the ripe age,
Faulkner walks away.
He has been so all these years.
Unchanged and hostile as ever.

Into over one of processes,
my hands are full.

A household, a business proposition,
and a social cause keep me on toes.

I try to put the domestic one at hold
but it turns imminent- a house.

The commitment is demanding.
I lose my equanimity before I accomplish.

That of revenue requires prudence
gather my wits to reach the target.

It is a click away, so near
still too far. Have to grab.

The last calls for compassion.
Being my forte I carry out with ease.

On the verge of fulfillment,
am certain to achieve— tranquility.

The three catch up, cripple and smother
being all in the game.

Too many ideas
too many thoughts,
too many talks,
too many proposals,
too many of all
keep me at bay.

Will I conclude?
Will I succeed?
Will I survive?
Will I implement?
Will I of all
pushes me to a corner.

Heads swirl,
eyes flutter,
jaws drop,
piquancy sets in.
Am perplexed,
I stare at the sky.

The little one
my grand daughter 
 ever affectionate
looks at me with no sign of recognition.

The day before 
we played together 
she hiding, I seeking,leaving no corner of the house everything being forgotten. 

I go close to her
she runs away terrified.
Call her “Meenu”. She
 being named after me.Hostile she turns..

This being in a wedding,
 amongst relatives and friends.
 They  look at me 
as though I am an unkind grandma   Wriggle with discomfort.
I stay put in my place
bite my tongue 
brush aside the tears
watch the ceremonies 
with little.interest.

I walk towards the exit
deeply hurt,a tiny hand pulls the edges of my sari.find my lovely child,who cuddles and giggles.

A dash through events
keeps me on tip toe.

Flew from one end
of the world
to the other.

A drive from the farthest
to the interior
all so vigorous
a journey tiring.

Followed by a sail
across the Bay Of Bengal
experience sea sickness
nauseating and intensive
a sojourn for a month

Finally in the train
arriving at the northern part
crossing cities, villages
mountains and rivers
a lengthy travel
through night and day
pronounces an unspeakable fatigue.

I drop down dead.

Back into the stream
one of challenges
being almost forgotten
I am in the crossroads.

A plunge is the need
one of immediate
and urgent.
I deliberate.

Could I? Could I?
I think hard. The age
and the break extends
a relaxation.

“Had been earlier
I would have performed.
it is too late.”
I mumble.

Thoughts keep me busy.
I rise with the mind,
resolve to get back.
I am into the competition.

The dedications has helped me.
on many occasions. Enter the 
arena with a pledge.
Certain to win.

It is the girl
who gives life
makes the world to bustle.