About me

A mother, wife and civil servant, a conscientious citizen and patriot ----- my abiding love for books has made me try my hand at writing poetry, none of which is anything but the strictly spontaneous outpouring of a mind that prizes truth and harmony, above all else.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Life (2)

I have pulled on my boots
straightened my shoulders
swept back my hair
slung on a smile
bring it on, Life
I am ready

Life

another day
and I awake
to birdsong
and sleepy smiles
and buttered toasts
and rushed goodbyes
thank you, Life!

I

out with I, me, mine
I told myself
and lauded my
quick progress
till I espied the

ubiquitous my

ransom

among the Vadras and the Gadkaris and
the smooth smiles that conceal daggers
stands forlorn the naked,hungry child
and his bleak, disease ridden future
ransom to stone hearted conspirators

(pvks)

 ©

haikus

(1)
sunbeams gently alight
on their outstretched fingers
a moment of warmth

(2)
yellow hibiscus
soaked in liquid sunshine
shimmering gold

(3)
a running train
rose bouquet flung inside
slice of eternity

(4)
Strauss waltzes echo
Tocelli serenades
magical smile

(5)
vanilla wafts in
sparkling crystal bottles
hold strong memories

K vs K

Khurshid says he is innocent
Kejriwal says he is not
I choose to believe the latter
I'm not a Congress zealot
He may be rendered innocent
by a skillful sleight of hand
But all the perfumes of Arabia
won't sweeten the CAG indictment
chaman zaar e mohabbat mein usi ne baaghbaani ki
ke jisne apni mehnat hi ko mehnat ka samar jana
(Chakbast)
he alone the bower of Love tends
who considers labor its own recompense
(trans ---pvks)
क़ानून बनाते हैं तुम्हारे लिए
और अपने लिए जागीरें
जश्न ए ताक़त ओ नग्न नहीं थमेगा
तुम कुछ भी कर लो तदबीरें

Friday, October 12, 2012

Woman

(1)
life is beautiful
"access granted" labelled
savor those moments
(2)
as darkness descends
retreat into your cocoon
monsters rule the hour
(3)
put away your wings
shed all your brilliant hues
they hunt sans remorse
(4)
bear, rear, endlessly care
you but do your job, woman
forget gratitude
(5)
rebel if you must
singed wings will not unfold
sunlight will not mend