Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

To Be Still

Waves after waves
of one thought or another
animated and excited
strike me in succession.

Tuesday, December 31, 2019

The Blurring Days

Days merge into night
Dawning again in silence
Seasons come and go
Into each other they flow

Saturday, December 7, 2019

Waiting for a Change

To wake up every morning
And to be the same
A routine that is comforting
And yet unsurprisingly inane!

Sunday, December 1, 2019

Number Trap

From school days I struggled
Numbers making me feel strangled
Exponents, permutations, combinations
Triggering severe perspiration

Saturday, November 9, 2019

Saturday, August 17, 2019

Joy, I Choose

I sharpened my nails
I bared my fangs
I readied words
More hurtful than bombs

Sunday, July 28, 2019

The Path that Forked

The path branched in two.
Leaving her thoroughly confused.

Could she straddle both at once?
Run back and forth one by one?

Sunday, July 7, 2019

An Ode to A Reunion

The road seemed straight and clear
Her own path seemed to lead away
Turning sharply to a side
Leaving others behind to go their way

Saturday, May 18, 2019

Silence, the Strength

Waves upon waves
Constant, unceasing
Up they rise
Pulled down briefly
Only to garner strength
And rise up again

Monday, April 29, 2019

Tides of Time

Does everything that begins
have to finally finish?
Every step forward
take you closer to the end?
Be it made of stone
Or mere skin and bone

Friday, January 4, 2019

Obituary to a Tree

With a resounding sound
More overpowering than the drill
That finally cut you down
Shaking the earth you fell

Saturday, November 24, 2018

Written in Stone

It was a piece of rock
Standing atop a hillock
Surveying the lands below
Silent, with a majestic brow

Saturday, September 22, 2018

A Drop in the Ocean

I walked by the beach
When a drop fell on me
Meeting an untimely death
Vanishing from the face of earth
It set me thinking
How like us it is
One among million
A drop in the vast ocean

Mighty when in a mob
Striving to be more than a drop
To follow a lifecycle
To dry up and then be reborn

To meet its destination
Right at birth
Or to travel far
Crossing several hurdles

Sometimes to reach the goal
At times being waylaid
Coming to an abrupt end
Only to come back again

Does it want to escape?
Blow like the wind?
Roar like the fire?
Be at peace like the ether?

Like us does it too seek
To be something other than it is?
The drops makes me wonder
Are we all the same?

Sunday, September 16, 2018

The End of the Endless

My grandfather sowed the seed
Look how strong is the tree,
Even though he is gone, and so will we
This will stay forever sharing its bounty.

Monday, August 20, 2018

Social Extreme

Anger, anger, anger
At perceived offenses
At opinions that differ
At those we see as the other

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Awaiting Inspiration

Not inspired by Mother's Day
Not inspired by any other tale
Staring blankly at the white page
I wonder what I can write today

Monday, April 30, 2018

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Give Her the Sword, Give Her the Gun

A face and limbs,
Just like any other
A curve here, a curve there
Too young even for that

Thursday, March 8, 2018

Thoughts on Women's Day

Frankly, I have none
For I don't feel like one
I am a free spirit
Taking one body now
And changing it next minute

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Limericks by Ashwath Srikant

When rushing to school, he paused to rattle off a couple of limericks that he had made up. That night, I asked him to pen some and here is the fruit of his effort:

I saw a boy
Whose name was Roy
He was drinking water
Sitting near a potter
And then he bought a clay toy

I saw a cat
Running on a mat
It slipped there
And lost some hair
And now it looked less fat

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