When I didn’t Love you enough

Love for you my darling first born
is beyond measure, by
words, or even by thoughts

But I can count acutely the times
when I didn’t Love you enough
And wish I could take them back

The time when I yelled at you for
quietly adding your strokes on my painting
you haven’t touched my brushes since then

The time I found you had forged
my signature in your little diary
to hide little notes from school

The time my neighbor
had to tell me, you are too little
for all the lessons I insist you learn

The times when I would act paranoid
overstrung about how you performed in
each subject, compared to others in your class

I know you don’t hold any grudge now
cause you still come up with your head bowed
to be held secure in your ma’s embrace
to be instantly forgiven for anything at all

My way of redemption though
has been to let your younger bro
get away with a whole lot
that probably he should not !!

Your Bleaching Indifference

You are an integral part now,
like a fabric dyed darkens,
Don’t you try to bleach it off
cause with every attempt, I weaken.

And eventually disintegrate to live
forever in a bewildered state.

You splashed the colors of moonlit nights
Frolicking waves, roaring campfire, mountain track
Now you want to bleach it all back!

Let them be if not add more
or you’ll have burnt out tatters
on your conscious by scores

The fabric might even survive the damnation
of forbidden bold brilliant beautiful black sensation.

But to bring it to original state
would only lead to disintegration

So sprinkle moments some
of your attention now and then
Indifference would make me numb
Let go all doubts and confusion
Let me revel in exquisite sensation.

My Melancholy Strains

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Let it be
Let it leave
Let go, this feeling
that deceives

Why doth my soul
walk this lonely path
with melancholy strain
of sweet nostalgic pain

I don’t plead
dear lord to Thee
Tis not thou who grudge
Joyous moments to me

Tis me who worries
of losing, not deserving,
And me who stumbles on
vainly seeking needing

Cloaked and reveling
in soft melancholy
that doth drapes me
somberly and softly

Tis a wonder why
A heart so full of love
should dwell on pain
strum such strains !

Feel blessed, yet
twang poignant tone
of love lost and
nay, never known !

Your Knight in Shining Armor

Dear Ladies of twenty to
Sixties, are you still waiting
to be swept off thy feet
by a knight in Armour shining

Has he not arrived yet, or
has he already passed you by
or have many Knights come and gone
not measuring up to your dream guy

Some with two left feet
some with sealed gobs
some with rusty joints
some with an empty armor !
some with well, no honor !!
somehow none though that rises
to be your knight in shining armor

Pray, what is it that you Say?
He did come your way !
swept you in one mighty handsome sweep
Just to fall with a thud himself along the way

For those who say, Nay..
the knight and armor bit
is just a myth
the happiest among all
dear lady, are you today

My Time

Suddenly you are
all around me
Why, all these years
where did you flee

Back then, I ruled
It was all my play
never knew you
you had no say

Then we met, you
quietly held my hand
Smiled and did a waltz
of catch me if you can

Fleetingly I thought
You were for my sake
all was figured out and
world was mine to take

Then life took over
I lost you somewhere
You quietly rolled on
and I thought I didn’t care

Life was set in
an automated pace
you ticked in just when
it was too much to take

let me this once
decide the line
Let me this once
manage you, Time

The Waiting

They are always around

the Sun and the Moon

the Warmth and the Chill

the Real and the Magical

the Joy and the Melancholy

the Allure and the Threat

But oh! how I wait
like dry bamboo leaves

for those sudden unexpected ‘Showers’

to revive, replenish and rejuvenate.

Polite and Cryptic

‘am polite ‘am cryptic
waiting for the conversation
to be over and done with

You cant blame me
the cares of the world
Are just too many

Making me run against
time, the whole world
seems to depend on me

Who has the time to sing
chat and reminiscence
or laugh at sweet nothings

But the table turns
now its too much, this worthless
work, I want to just talk

I call my husband
he is playing golf
snaps, Yah! whats it ?

I call an old flame
wife’s close by, he’s
polite and cryptic !

I call my bro, who cribs
about work, yells at his
mutt, and says he’ll call back

I call a couple, both are good
old friends, one would surely -Talk
They toss the phone to each-other

And say, how come you always
call, only when things are in
such a mad sway !!!

Ok, fine,
So be it, ‘am going back too
being Polite and Cryptic

Strung Words

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Words strung in thoughts
thoughts chained by care
Love strung in feelings
feelings chained by ego snare

Players in the mind
Care and Ego decide
the depth, meaning and value
of words strung, of feelings to abide

Some strung words
for decades are kept
some in matter of days
in winds of change swept

Some words too strong
to be said, nay, only felt
and some words are just said
without really being meant !!

Some silent words spoken by eyes,
eyes that search or accuse,love or hide,
meaning and stringing along
some unforgettable lines !

Thousands of little words strung in song
somewhere among them a heart strung along!!

Lost Sheep

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Good Shepherd
call me not
as I graze content
in sunny lush open fields

Call me not to hill tops
to those cliffs yonder
where I stumble while
you sing and slumber

Call me not to whence
they fleece my wool
steal the little lambs
and my heart slaughter

Call me when
dark clouds gather
and shadows grin
from strange corners

I strain to hear your flute as darkness falls
I now quietly wait but hear nothing at all !!

The Tree outside my window

Over the years of relocation
the house and the tree outside
my window has changed
every time a new tree grows on me

In my youth it was the small Jasmin tree
petite pretty and poised were we with
dainty white blossoms set in
well cared for strict parental lawn

We were soon tall and proud
choosy cheeky Cherry tree
bold, brash branching out blooming
blooming with gay abandon in the hills

Then we were the Bottle brush
softer subdued tentatively blooming
with sweet fuzzy little crimson flowers
swaying singing sweet lullaby

Next we had the Eucalyptus
oh so tall in our branches
we frame a temple yonder
no fancy flowers have we

Time rolled on to a Palm tree
always laden with fruit our glorious
leaves sway high above the ground
we don’t need to prove anything

Now I have this Neem tree with
medicinal leaves, little frail white
flower that turn bitter yellowed fruits
followed by spells of bare leafless branches!!

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