Sunday, 29 December 2013


That my eyes see not
Any blemish anywhere
My new year’s hope

That my ears hear not
Politicians’ tongue-lash
My new year’s hope

That I do possess
A low-profile nose to smell
My new year’s hope

That my tongue utters
Thy name in pleasure and pain
My new year’s hope

That all do I touch
Be not without Thy sweet Will
My new year’s hope

 Posted for Haiku Heights
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Friday, 27 December 2013

Bamboo – A Tanka
     Gaia’s blessed child
Your thousand green eyes tremble
    Though you sway a No
Man’s concrete hands approaching
To grab your home for high-rise

Posted for Hannah's Transforming Friday with Nature's Wonders @ Real Toads 

Sunday, 22 December 2013

        A TANKA
On the white darkness
A pale orange flow trickles
Grasses melt in joy
Stretchy days on sparrow’s wings
Listen to the twittering

 Written for Kerry's When I Write Tanka (Part1) ~ Hisashi Nakamura @ Real Toads
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Thursday, 19 December 2013

      A Moment Remembered
The wonderful toys receded away
The child moved on with insatiable hunger
In his eyes, following the parsimonious parents
I was following him, keeping a sharp lookout
Without his knowledge of course
Until he lost trace of his parents
In that teeming hundreds of the village fair

Aw look at his panic stricken face
Oh how he is grieving his loss
Of the greatest gifts of God, his parents

‘Ma’m, the village is so small
He’ll find his parents’…say my pupils
Snapping my reverie…….’of course he will,
Mulk Raj Anand’s Lost Child’* I answer

And become a lost child myself
My heart secretly mourning
 For my father, in the classroom…..

*Mulk Raj Anand was a renowned author and critic of India. Most of his stories are based on the life of the toiling masses of India. Lost Child is a short story included in the English syllabus of secondary education in West Bengal.
Posted for Poetry Jam, Poetry Pantry @ PU & Real Toads 

Sunday, 15 December 2013

Nelson Mandela – In Memoriam

In the heart of darkness
You played with light
You became light
You burned
Burned you
Light became you
Light played with you
Darkness of heart thinned

posted for Kerry's Prompt @ Real Toads
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Thursday, 12 December 2013

                   BEAUTY PAGEANT
The cadaverous lady in huge black glasses
Feather-boa on shoulders lavishly dances
The devilish bird on her crown
Sets judges whisper gibberish
And has irrational audience
 In the aisle rolling
Not odd but natural this happens in a show
What’s wrong if she has on her head a crow?
The more this soothing lunacy
The better is the amusement
The frenzied madmen
Will pawn life for the system
 If their credentials questioned will catastrophe dawn?
Vulgar gossips of a high degree go on and on……………

Posted for Fireblossom's Get Listed @ Real Toads
(I wanted all the prompt words in red but couldn't manage the first line.. :( ) 

Wednesday, 4 December 2013


An Owl Song by a Ten Year Old Naturalist  


My cute, nocturnal feathered fay
            Are you going the dodo way?
            Your weary wings screech for barns
            No rodents, no marshlands
            Mother Nature’s wondrous gift
            Homeless, jobless on wings adrift
            This nesting box is a gift from me
            Give me owlets I want to see

Posted for Poetry Jam
Shared with Verse First @ Poets United



Sunday, 1 December 2013

SARADA  MA **                
Your eyes are made of light and voice of song
Stones melt and mould at your beaming smile
To drink your nectar-words devotees throng
Traversing miles

‘I am mother of the righteous and the vile’
You say this weaving a love-web so strong
Children of all races and time bond, smile

Your presence in my heart I do so long
That I can make the world my own and smile
Journey through countless births to right the wrongs
Traversing miles

·         **Sarada Devi, (1853 - 1920), born Saradamani Mukhopadhyaya,[1] was the wife and spiritual counterpart of Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, a nineteenth century mystic of Bengal. Sarada Devi is also reverentially addressed as the Holy Mother. Sarada Devi played an important role in the growth of the Ramakrishna Movement.
  • As clouds are blown away by the wind, the thirst for material pleasures will be driven away by the utterance of the Lord's name…..Sarada Devi --------Courtesy : Wikiquote
 Posted for kerry's A Birthday in December @ Real Toads
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Sunday, 24 November 2013

The Bereaved Mother

Her bosom is a dreary desert
Her eyes dry river-bed
She walked the ragged stony path
Patriotism luring her away
Then her nest was robbed of her fledglings
At the altar of war
Now she has a sky full of blessing
And swears by non-violence
The whole world is her home
She breathes in every race
Posted for Susie's prompt @ Real Toads
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Friday, 22 November 2013


courtesy : Google image 

          Bison of Altamira

Killing, eating, sleeping and breeding
Struggle was on day and night
Even then Beauty whispered
To the first Man
Words did not take form
Soul craved for something more
And Beauty whispered
In the darkness of caves
In the motion of bloody spears
On dewy grass blades
In the fragrance of petals
In the warm caress of a red dawn
 He listened, tasted, saw, smelt and felt
He was in love from the depth of his being
With the One so vague in his dream
For whom he was ready to leave his lances
He bore the agony, wordless passion alone
Until the day his slender fingers
Made the cave wall his canvas
Beatings of lines and colors were heard
Beauty expressed herself
In the impassioned form of the red bison
And embraced Man, Nature's wonder

Posted for  Hannah's Transformation Friday with Nature's Wonders @ Real Toads