Not Perfect, Yet Beautiful

This is for all those brothers and sisters of mine
who live far, far away...
Some in Nagpur, some in Chennai and some in the US...

Growing up, I now realize how blessed they are 
who have a sibling under the same roof..
Being a single child, my teenage years have taught me 
how beautiful sibling hood is...
To have someone to turn to, to look up to...
Someone who loves you, values you, 
Someone who is really, your own.
I have also realized how little time I've spent with my brothers and sisters.

So this, is for you, to know what the bond between siblings is...
Just so that you learn to appreciate their significance 
and cherish every moment with them....



We may not be the best of friends
who've been in touch all these years..
We may not be there 
to celebrate each other's joys and 
fight each other's fears...
I may not have sent you raakhis,
or remembered your birthdays...
and for this I apologize;
the guilt follows me for days..
I may not know all your secrets,
nor you, mine..
But as long as we know each other,
not knowing secrets,
is just fine..

We may not have had those innocent fights,
little arguments, to cherish while we grow up.
And at all happy days of your life,
I know I didn't show up..
I may not have applauded you on all your achievements,
but know, that I am proud.
Though sometimes I do envy you,
when you're the center of every crowd !

Though you may not always know it,
I love you more than I show it...
You inspire me, you impress me
and not being with you,
I regret...
This, 
I will be there to remind you
whenever you forget.

As we grow up, and step into the great unknown,
We lead different lives,
each heading for a different throne.
We may not be the best of friends
and we may not have those innocent fights..
I may still forget your birthday...
I wont really be tomorrow,
what I am today..

But I want you to know,
However old we are,
However far apart,
You will always be with me,
Be mine 
In my heart...

For I value you, 
I respect you and
I love you.  
Whatever happens,
I'm right by your side,
I will always remain true.
And even a hundred years from today 
I WILL be with you.

Its Monday, AGAIN .

Readers,

The compositions I have posted so far are all serious products 

of focused poetry efforts.

But, they are all serious.

So on a lighter note, here is what a student goes through 

EVERY SINGLE MONDAY.

p.s.  this thing was composed in less than 3 minutes (honestly),

       so excuse the quality. 

Awakened by a loud ringing,

I kill my alarm,

The culprit who was singing.

Then the painful injustice of getting out of my bed.

"I hate Mondays", to myself i said.

Took a bath and wore my dress,

Combed my hair

and rushed down the stairs.

Now the treasure hunt begins.. 

Where are my socks?

Dresser, drawer, carpet, bed.

Wardrobe, tables, my book of fables?

I checked everywhere.

And found them in my school bag.

Oh yes, there.

Then the half- marathon,

half- sprint to the honking bus.

At school, the effort for an A +.

What do I get instead?

The teacher's smirk, 

Along with homework, and more homework.

This is how my week begins, 

In the wait for next Sunday

But alas, the week's best day

is still far, far away.......

Why ?

Here I lie

under this tree

as I watch someone,

just like me.

But he looks happy,

so unlike me.

Clean and plump,

with shining fur,

he doesn't look hungry..

Licks a bone contently..

but I don't have that luxury.

My life drags me from one dustbin to another,

while his takes him from a park to the next.

Why this difference? I am perplexed.

They pet him down,

but at me they throw stones.

They just pass me by,

oblivious to my groans.

They treat me as an invalid,

an unnecessary outcast.

While he is cherished..

given everything, till the very last..

As I look at him,

happy like a song,

I wonder what happened,

what did I do wrong?

Perhaps I don't deserve to be loved?
For I am, after all, a stray dog.

No, I don't envy him.

For of luck he has his part.

I can only wonder, if they know,

that I too have a heart ?

In The Still of the Night

In the still of the night,
when all was quiet
I found myself in a forest,
surrounded by trees.
It was like they stood guard,
or were they closing in on me?
Whatever it was, couldn't scare me away,
I was brave; or naive, should I say?

And so I walked on.
looking for the rays of dawn.
Rationality told me it wasn't wise,
but a disobedient heart made me choose otherwise..

Some way ahead,
a light flashed, just a tiny dot, but hope rose..
Making my way there, I saw it and froze.
There was the source, a lovely white owl.
What did I just hear? A jackal's howl?
Enough to keep me on my feet, I thought.
and with great willpower,
against the mounting fear I fought.

So I walked on,
now hoping for the rays of dawn...
Rationality and willpower did little against the fear,
for by now, the howls were all I could hear..

Some way ahead,
a mournful groan added to the mess...
I dared not follow,
so had to guess...
Was it for...
a heart longing to be set free?
or did it sense my presence, and moan for what would become of me?

Of course, it kept me going,
just the thought of my life at a predator's feet throwing.

And so I walked on,
now begging for the rays of dawn.
Making my way into the great unknown,
all the while, not a flicker of hope shone.

And then I saw it.
Out of the blue,
a vampirish bat flew..
Its eyes gleaming with a fiendish beauty;
our eyes met, and I wanted to run
run for my life, for all that was dear...
and cry out loud, for the world to hear.

That look in its eyes, without even blinking,
it had my hair on edge, it had set me thinking.

In the still of the night,
eerie things happen, I thought..
All the while, a heavy, mounting fear I fought.
Oh! how desperately some sunlight I needed!..
What next?
Mummies? Skeletons, or dinosaurs beheaded?

Only then did I realise,
how beautiful the world was,
and how pampered I  was.
not having to walk around in forests like these,
echoing with howls and moans and painful groans...

I recalled my grandma say, when in distress, take the lord's name, just pray.
So I looked up at the starry night sky
almost grinning at my plight, it seemed.
and for a moment I wondered, was my end so deemed?

I was still thinking, when my world shook...
the next moment I was on a tree
the next, falling off it, screaming,
Then I heard my mother's voice,soothing,comforting,
opened my eyes,
only to realise I was Dreaming...

CHILDREN OF THE EARTH - ARE WE ?

A long time ago
on a ball of blue,
when there was no me
and there was no you
mother earth was in her teens,
oh yes, she wore blue jeans...

A green top,
with floral print,
complete with a starry hat,
her resources, all intact


Then came her little ones..
ever so close,
so gentle, so sweet...
day and night they cared..
all her joys and sorrows, they shared...
they would play together,
never out of earshot of the beckoning of their mother.

A fire in the belly,
yet cool on the crust
her young children,did she ever once mistrust?
Little did she know,
that where once
the waters would dance and
the lands would bloom,
greed would succeed need
and cause her to fume..

Unaware and innocent, she cared with all her heart
she taught them how to work, and love impart...
Yet she sensed them drifting away. But ever once, did she say?
little did she know, there was a back stab on the way.

And soon enough
came we...
emotionless, careless,
and unkind enough to show it...
we took her sacrifice, and out of the nearest window,
threw it..

Yet she bore,with all patience and might,
well aware of her awaiting plight

Sure enough, there came the breach.
We broke her trust
and cracked her crust..
no matter if she dies,
but live, WE must!

Yet some of her children cared, she knew..
but alas, they were too few!

She cried and moaned for a while,
then wiped her tears,
but was still fragile

The fire in her belly was still there,
and that, she would have to renew...

Renew she WILL,
and know that, humans,
she wont sit still..

The time would come, and little would WE know,
 roles would reverse, and our joys would go...
these small, fleeting waves of luck would recede,
gather up in a tidal wave,
and revenge would succeed....

So dear humans, try not to go astray,
because now you know, that if you do,
the tidal wave is on its way....










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