Wednesday, June 25, 2025





The past is history 

         The future is mystery

                 Today is a gift

                           That is why it is called

                                            PRESENT

Wednesday, June 18, 2025

The sound of a Dream

I heard the sound 
of a dream 
That birthed 
in the heart of a man
Like a seed of desire 
That slowly sprouted 
With an unknown torment
To make itself known 
The moment that knows
The waiting of a revelation 
 In still waters 
To  rise  like that of  a wave
The moment it takes 
To take a breath away
To strive thence upon 
That which is now known 
Till then silent beneath 
no longer be the placid waters 
Cause now on every ripple 
Will add to the the splendor 
Of the beautiful dance of waves 
What desires thought can take 
What grandeur dreams can achieve
Whether they be 
Even of a little grass 
To sway in the breeze 
Would be fulfilled
Yes I heard of that dream  
It ain't any of the lesser 
And like all of the grandest
The seen and the unseen 
Was every one man's dream


Written for: Friday Writings #181: Music for the Muse

https://open.spotify.com/track/0Ir10oQlqXhkMVVybXIo68?si=-pGPDFQCSy-zePNPL9knUA

https://youtu.be/NWfsIXLGLhk?feature=shared


This little poem has been inspired by Yanni's music " One Man's Dream ". I wouldn't say it could do much justice but  thought I could try to attempt atleast in whatever little way I could to put my feelings of when I  hear it.





Monday, June 9, 2025

An afterthought

They say I'm stubborn 
while I think I'm not 
it's that all the little things
I really care about 


I defend 
when I think I'm right 
and I try to prove 
the good advice 

they say....

To strangers it's once
to loved ones it's a nag a lot
but i can't just a blind eye
and let them hurt a lot

they say....

I thought I was enlightening them
but they did not
my well wishes down the drain 
an outcome I never thought 

they say....

this was what I was 
a few days back 
now i try to bother less 
hope this works out 

they say....

my intent they say
how long can they last 
oh mamma! my kids they laugh about 
it'll just remain an afterthought 


Friday Writings #180: Stubborn About the Small Things

Thursday, May 22, 2025

Comfort food



And  we wanted not our hands sticky

In the summer of mangoes

she placed a few ones in our mouth each

to swish  down to our belly

 

Those pieces of  pilchards fried 

Kept for each one aside

Knowing how much we all liked 

To her children her pride


There were some specials and 

some which turned with memories 

We miss your cuisines dear

But we miss you more mummy 


Written for 

Friday Writings #177: Comfort Food




Saturday, May 3, 2025

Surrender


Were the ways one  so strange 

To combat the violent gale

With bent knees , drooping shoulders

Before the violent storms 


Relinquishing all the longings 

 the leaves fluttering away

To be carried away 

To a place called beautiful anywhere 


The freedom so strange 

Of the boughs bending low

That let itself humbly

Would aide the storm pass over


Friday Writings #175: Stormy Weather











Monday, March 17, 2025

Some misapprehensions sometimes

When I said sorry.........

I meant I was sorry for the situation and willing to go to  any extent to make it right. It was not that I always did something wrong


When I said I forgive you ........

I sometimes meant I wouldn't ask for all the explanations you could give, I'll just think that I'm above you and not try to understand your situation and think that you wronged me 


When I said I want an explanation........ 

I want to believe you didn’t do it on purpose It is that  I want a reason to know that you willingly didn't wrong me


When I'm  silent........

It is that I'm scared that you'll misundertand if I say something 

Wednesday, March 12, 2025

 "Most of our sorrows are about our own faults.     Why we didn't do what we were supposed to........why we let others take advantage of us......Why we weren't more careful......Why we were so egoistic.....Why we were so fearful....................so many other why's......... such that the reason of everything comes back to ourselves .........so it is all leads to a prayer seeking forgiveness . Forgiving ourselves".




Tuesday, January 7, 2025

Priorities



Couldn't you be doing 

something worthwhile 

Be not  a mortal without pride

What are your priorities 

I ask the beggar at the  way side


He looks mockingly 

at my insolence

Don't you guess what it is 

Gazing in depth into my eyes 

Without a further snide


Ashamed I turn away

From a moment of haughty pride

As I think of a harder life

The priorities now would seem a mockery

Even as others push with a vain chide


What should my priorities be 

A simple  thought I arrive

yes to take a moment at a time 

To respect and be kind  

Just a few rules to abide




Written for Friday Writings #158