MOTHER's EMBRACE

From an obedient child
to a nagging youth
the rigours of time played it's part
her love only grew with time
ourightly sublime.

How she gets to know of my pain
merely by talking on phone
something that's still beyond me
in the midst of all the storm
her lap continues the most comfortable place to be.

Her frail body needs to slowdown
but she just won't budge
working round the clock
by her age you can't judge.

Gentle and kind
yet fierce when the need be
she's one strong resolute woman
grateful to be her son.

Her ubiquitous presence in my life
heals all my wounds
blessed by her divine grace
the magic of mother's embrace.

THE LOVE GIRL

A hopeless romantic with nothing but hope
what else would she rather be?
the perennial quest to find love
has brought her so far
no turning back now
love - the antidote for all her pain
the elixir of life
she's got nothing to lose
and everything to gain.

Stretching her limits everyday
a yoga girl as they say
the ultimate union of body and mind
is what she seeks and find.

Gullible in the matters of love
yearning for her soulmate
the wait never dissuades her
the longing grows exponentially
shower love upon her
and she'll be yours eternally.

LETTING GO

Love ever so pure
a feeling so surreal
'twas supposed to withstand the test of time,
after all, I was hers
and she was mine.

What was meant to be forever
turned out to be a fairytale,
couldn't ride the surf of love
although my boat had set sail.

The sweetness while it lasted
still gives me an aftertaste,
her presence was infectious
for me, she was precious.

From present to what's now past
it all happened so fast,
confusion reigned supreme
it all seems an illusionary dream.

Characters changed overnight
trust died a natural death,
out of sight
with each passing breath.

Irony of ironies,
love's there to heal
but here it was the source of pain,
learnt to live with it
without going insane.

Enough burning in the flames of love
time to extinguish it now,
holding onto it
never brought solace,
letting go however,
the only saving grace.

NOSTALGIA

The past memories
some bitter some sweet,
rekindling the fire
a feeling that can't be beat.

Evoking an array of extreme emotions
of love and hate,
a wistful smile across the face
being ever so great.

What seemed surreal back then
makes perfect sense now,
can't help but think of it
even the heart does allow.

The hysteria around it
the frenzy and all the craze,
a world of it's own
Nostalgia never ceases to amaze.

LUST

A strong desire
thought process on fire
unable to accept anything less
makes life a mess

Of power and sex
many a land annexed
lust knows no stopping
even promotes groping

Stooping to new lows
painful than the bodily blows
intoxicating the soul
falling into a big hole

The poison of lust
kills for sure
yet people consume it
mistaking it for love
the only thing that's pure

Lust comes in with ease
entices while it lasts
nothing short of a disease
get rid of it fast

‘NAVARATRI’ – NINE NIGHTS AREN’T ENOUGH

Nine forms of Goddess Durga

‘Nava’ means nine and ‘Ratri’ means night. Navaratri is an Indian festival that spans nine nights and each of the nine forms of Goddess Durga is celebrated over the course of these nine days. During this period the femininity is respected and worshipped. But as hypocrite as it can get, the actions and beliefs of the same society do not do justice to what is practiced during Navaratri. It’s time we uphold the spirit throughout the year and for the rest of our lives showering love and respect towards women. Following is a poem depicting the same.

Durga's divinity
a celebration of femininity
nine heavenly nights
of deep obeisance
what happens rest of the year?
typical hypocrisy at play
the same old nuisance
where women are left to their plight

Love her for who she is
a mother who nurtures
birthed from her womb
yet abusing her
her spirit you entomb

Your kin or not
respecting her is the only way
she has to have a say
love her and she'll make you bloom
hating her will bring in gloom

She deserves a lifetime of worship
nine nights aren't enough
no more looking down on her
her place is way above

Don't rub her the wrong way
high time you realize this
she can be fiercely feisty
this even makes the demons fear her
who do you think you are?
there's no one stronger than a resolute woman
embrace the spirit of 'Navaratri' for life
and put an end to all the suffering and strife.

Where’d the love go?

Romantic delusions
fairy-tale illusions
now in seclusion
heartfelt effusions
something's amiss
more than just the kiss

Of broken promises
my soulful verses
but she always loved prose
in her love, I rose

Nothing really went wrong
she affirmed it's a bond that's lifelong
it all transpired overnight
something out of my sight

Once upon a time magic happened
but now the passion seems dampened
it wasn't so long ago
babe where'd the love go?