Words Undone!!

Some words leave us stun
Tears, which slit heart;
And its soul, that burns.
Though phase gets blurry
 Feelings lighter by every second;
But impressions are deep, with many lessons.
 Relations seems barren
And bonds without stem;
Words can be violent, as weapons.
So little mind before words;
Opinions need some reckon
As bitter words just can’t be undone.

A tale of Goodwill!!

A family of four; parents, two sons;
Charlie the elder, young was Harrison.

Every blessing of World ‘ imagine,
Father provided keenly in abundant fashion.


But something tormented him from inside,
Peeled his flesh n blood, was Charlie (his son) his pride.


Dearest to him, was the upshot of his dreams;
But seemed aloof & angry with demands in extreme.


A connection suggested (father) to be friends with sons;
‘Will be on losing end, this gap is grave concern’.


Thought of intervention towards younger son,
Forbade him to imitate, the child was Harrison.


One day he asked the younger one:
Spare sometime my dear son


Some interests to relate, define & renew
Share mundanely matters, or when u feel blue.


‘Feel free to tell secrets, I am your friend’
And father felt feather light, thought relations all mend.


That Young soul took advice by heart.
Green & unfledged, thought a friendly start.


But what to talk or tell, nothing came to mind;
Next day after school, Harrison skipped play time,


And waited for his father’s to come from work.
Sat along him, questioned nonsense irks.


Father answered few, but wasn’t in a mood
Conversation at sea, matters very crude.


Next day he waited again
But still no hope, not much gain.


Without any clue started same discussion,
Pointless it was, knew result was concussion.


Never called for, two days in stack
Goodwill once volunteered, but hope taking aback.


Still with spirits though not very high,
Son waited third day, to meet his big guy.


Same clueless questions he had;
But Answer this time, was bitter and sad.


‘Why so inquisitive & interrogative to me,
I am your father, not a proven guilty’.


Son stood baffled, what to say ….
But friendship was confident enough to sneak away.


A West side Story

Fears irrational, dwellers of mind

Timid & uncertain with horrors unknown

Doubts need time to scatter, dispel

And vagueness space, before it’s gone.


Alien it was, found best resolve

Was empty-handed, now with fortune overload

There’s a light after every dark spell

A beacon so clear, its glow foretold.


Insight’s mine, awareness home

Wisdom’s a flame, burns bright and high

An odyssey of life, with self discovery

It’s prudence and truth, one can’t deny.



No Regrets (A poem)

Mindless jobs of long hours

Happiness nil, spirits sour

Work is critical, for dues n bills

Life so hard, in perpetual drill

Why it has so much to bear

Blessed only ones, but many despairs

Asking for more, losing moderations

Outlook to life needs contemplations

Happiness was there, always around us

Ignored it, indulged in petty wrong fuss

High earnings and status, we ran after

Were behind pace, so moved faster

The little pleasures of life were neglected

Happiness and life, were so disconnected

After the triumph when looked back

Found meaningless success, nothing intact

Still got time to clean things up

Every day brings new chance, fresh start ups

Life mustn’t end in grieves and regrets

Lessons must be learned, Pattern require a reset


Thinking Forbade (A poem)


A plain matter or uphill concern
When are preached or played
Given knowledge holds no aid
Thinking for some is just forbade
Being casual deliberately or unintentional
Fail to perceive humility masquerades
Are singing same old serenade,
Thinking for some is just forbade
Some impulsive n unpredictable
Hasty and emotional, crowing are unafraid
Commonsense lost n mislaid
Thinking for some is just forbade
Try to be reflective, act more pensive
Stop believing every bray displayed
Better to rethink, let ‘Self’ upgrade
But! Thinking for some is just forbade

In a fix?? (A poem)

Contemplation in process,
Reckonings still to define
Belief swirls the way
Tide in the stream of mind.

So what! ideas will come and go
Some may hit, others not so
Stand up! have the courage to differ?
lest, orthodoxy remains God, so bow

Blessed are the ones
Who imagines and rethink
 Translates em into words
Solve koans, brings life in sync

True! the course never is simple
has more blunders, less shines
Than what worth is a life
afraid of slopes, fear declines.