An Instance………….

She was there, totally lost and busy.

Moving up-down, left-right and across

How can I deny, she did inspire me?

Carefully knitting her web, as tender as moss

I sat idle, sipping coffee, my eyes open and lit

Discovered she was employee, she the employer.

The little business girl’s only inventory, her spit

Indigenously she wove it with great splendor.

She made me feel belittled, though so little.

It’s strange for hours I watched a spider.

With her appendages weak and feeble

She boldly taught me to live as a leader.

But envying her absolute independence

I ruthlessly crushed her in next instance.

Thoughts ....

Thoughts come and go
to sing ,dance and play.
Thoughts fast and slow
But why they dream and lay?

Thoughts evaporate and condense
unite past and present.
Thoughts have strange fragrance
So bubbly yet persistent.

Thoughts dull and smart
Attain great height.
Thoughts close to heart
being dark or bright.

Thoughts tread or chase
move in disguise.
Thoughts win the race
though wrapped in lies.

Thoughts helpless and helpful
are admired, rise and then fall.
Thoughts push and pull
not allowing others to crawl.

Thoughts complex and simple
Make us smile or cry.
Thoughts brave and feeble
But why some live and most die?

Fair Lily

I am a happy flower today.
Dew drops adore me and say,
My color is perfect,
and bloom is on its way

When Sun touches me with gold ray,
grass smiles and shines the hay.
You become my fragrance
to spell-bind all in the bay.

I blush when your thoughts
like butterflies come and play.
You mesmerize me by your sight.
To you I revere my whole day.

To me all colors are yours
whether blue, pink or grey
I lie in temple footsteps,
all my chants for you pray.

Plant me in your heart's garden,
before I get slay.
I am ready to be a lily,
fair just for a day

The Place I Love To Be In

Its my kitchen,
I love to be in.
The fragrances imbibed
deep into my soul.

Its the smell of
freshly baked bread,
coffee beans ground
and simmering tea.

Its the sight of
curd in Indian earthen pot,
round chapatis on flame
and milk coming to a boil.

Its the taste of
sour mango pickles,
the festive desserts
and real hot curries.

Its the feel of
mom's hands in cinnamon and cumin
which make my kitchen,
the place I love to be in.

A Friend Forever

When I was still inside her,

Gently, she promised me,

"Darling, I'll be your friend forever."

I came out and heard her sound

When she held me softly and said,

"Darling, I'll be always around."

On her face she had a concern

while she played with my curls.

"Darling," she said, "Its time to learn."

She wanted me to fly like a bird,

Held my finger and taught me to walk.

"Darling," she said, "Go see the world."

She achieves when I achieve.

When I am depressed, she supports.

"Darling," she says, "In you I believe."

I share all my secrets with her.

She keeps them safe.

To all my queries she has the answer.

When I am wrong, she smiles,

Calmly corrects me and says,

"Darling,” you are still a child."

Her advice still comes to me unbound.

to guide me in highs and lows.

"Darling," I hear her whisper, "Mom is always around."

Now, when my unborn is inside me,

with each breath I assure her,

“Darling, with you, I’ll always be.”