a cloudy day
dark and silent all through
shattered by thunder.
forecasts heavy rain
a downpour heavy and violent
a wonderful respite.
a cloudy day
dark and silent all through
shattered by thunder.
forecasts heavy rain
a downpour heavy and violent
a wonderful respite.
A day or two without writing
could be not a relish for me
as I am obsessed with penning
that comes to my mind without fee.
Bogged by the travel and its aftermath
the mind still alert with a curiosity
the body yearns for a rest in the path
have to bow once in a way to its impetuosity.
The tired physic lay down or a day
the bragging mind became impatient
out it has gushed with a flow in a way
lets not my body to relax in a deviant.
The mind always wins over my aching body
never it has been vindicated in a sense
the grumbles and the murmurs of the body
could not diffuse the thoughts that crowd in a dense.
Woman’s Day a day being special
being a woman in all entirely
brought up with care special
doted by all elaborately
being kept in absolute security
that being of an Indian special
the way a girl is brought up invariably
with the mother’s eyes being watchful
the day starts with a strict monitor
skirts and high necked blouses covering full
a tight plait dangling in a loiter
jasmine or pitchi strung together
adorns the plait altogether.
Education being very exclusive
schools selected with care
colleges chosen with a derivative
girls lead a protected life without any share
the world around seems alien to most
it being a regular outing as nothing remarkable
the drive to school and back almost
nothing other than that was possible
the girls worked hard and in earnest
studied with an inclination to excel
many turned highly learned
a good take as being in different levels
the empowerment of woman has come with a gusto.
The Woman’s Day a distraction in this part
many know not what it is all about
being a celebration of the West
Indian ladies go about undisturbed
the awakening is only very recent
wishes come forth from not too many
same could be said of the other days
the Father’s Day, the Mother’s Day
lastly the Valentines Day
all rush in with a strong voice
the Indian community stands aghast
they who know about the festivals and rituals
think not of all these days as special
being on the whole sober to the core.
A hot day
burning in a way
no breeze anyway
sultry all day
I perspire the whole day
sweat profusely most days
have to for a while stay
being no other way
try to put up with it as in a play
have to endure throughout the days
being a month or two in a chase.
It is a day out
after a long interval
could turn out
interesting at levels
I hesitate a while
as I prefer to be alone
that be my style
I feel blown
amidst the throng
might sound unfamiliar
could be the impact of long
born in a family so familiar
for its distinctive aloofness
interaction is never my strength
observation is my strong point
as I listen in all earnest
that is my excellent joint.
It is Father’s day
seem to me very different
we had in our days
no such events
yet we loved our fathers
did not tell them loudly
admiration and respect we had together
nothing into the cloudy
it was a subtle appreciation
we nurtured secretly in our minds
Father to us was a creation
with much authority in a kind
we nestled close to our mothers
fathers stood a little aside.
Coming to my father
his immaculate white attire
caught all eyes rather
never seen him in any other colour
not very tall in stature
posted a smile always
that undoubtedly won over
the hearts of many in everyway
a gentleman to the core
dynamic and impressive in posture
sported a twinkle in his eyes
could write a beautiful brochure
about his routine and ways .
Anyhow I remember him today
not for his genoristy or love
the measure he adopted in a way
especially towards me in a proof
had made me what I am today
independent and stern in attitude
let me end with good old memeories
it is a long day
uneventful in a way
nothing transpired
not any inspired
yet the day passes
without any impasse
sucks and erodes
could lead to a corrode
certain days tend to be so
not all days could be lively in a show
the good and bad exist together
accept what it is worth for
that would take yo very far.
A day begins with a shine
ends up in nine
sees a lot of turmoil
culminates in a coil
the expectations of the day
springs up in a way
as the day progresses in a velocity
the enthusiasm turns a curiosity
Would it be possible? One contemplates
nay, it only exists in a template
some say it is an effort all diligent
I say it is is an attitude reticent.
Yes, the day shines and fades
so do the aspirations rise and recede
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