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.......