Splinters torn off my soul..some poems

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Save me a thought my friend
Save me a sunset frame
Of friendship forever

Of a happy valley
In a drizzly rain.

Of a beige bus stop
Of a grey canteen
And a roundabout walk back.

Save a thought for the years
Of leaning across the cities
To pat shoulders, keep moving.

Of a Cinderella poem
Where the Godmother
Decided to wait

An old man once
Opened a wallet
Lying on the table

And was harshly rebuked
By his daughter
“The kid is in school
Leave her wallet alone.”

The kid watched on
And knew her mother’s heart
Who would bring the old man home?
From drunken stupor beside the stream

Grief has its own rites
Sometimes it waits not
For tears.
Some heartaches
Just ebb and flow
Some heartaches
Last longer than lives.

Some wallets
Lie unopened.

On your Birthday
Dear Friend
I set out to write a poem.

You see, prose didn’t work.

I tried,
But couldn’t tell you
How much a cup of tea
(Or did I not give you one? )
Shared atop a kitchen-top
Sharing dark deep secrets
And light swinging gossips
Mended my life.

How you came in late one night
To sort out some old baggage
Steadied me
For a new turn in life
Put me in a plane
and dropped your cell in rain water :-)

How the slanting lines
of mehendi
You drew
on my fingertips
Made me walk on
With head held high.

How haunting a mall
with a mobile
and a friend talking from far
can make you pick up pieces
of a scatterred mind
and go back home
To build
brick by brick
dreams anew.

How very much
Seeing my friend
fall in a chamki ka dibba
dust off some
n walk on
to meet her life ahead
Mattered to me that day.

Happy Birthday!

Amid all my wishes
For your life to grow
More beautiful each day :-)
Is a very selfish one :-)
May these verses grow lengthier
And tell you of more wonderful times
That friends make for friends
Year through year of
"being there".

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

wat do u call a guy
who when he needs to leave
at midnite
for office
takes his brush and toothpaste tube and towel along :)

just cos he doesnt know wen
he can get back home !
(he is still there)

and leaves aside
for his wife to find
when she opens
her sleep smeared eyes
her toothbrush..well propped
against his shaving set
with a smear of paste
just enuf for the morning ritual :)

wat do you call the lucky wife :)


Friday, October 03, 2008

Friends came Home

Friends are coming home
The rooms are tidy
And food is set

The friend in me
Wants to shine the silver
She gifted last time.

The show-off in me
Wants to fit in another dish
For the aunt’s approval J

The husband of mine
Wants to run down n get
A toy for the baby-kid.

Exhaustion wins
And we sit back
On artfully laid out cushions
(Must remember to re-position when the doorbell rings)

They come in…
My friend rushes to the sofa.
Her husband waits to be asked
And talks pleasantries standing.
But I am busy attending
To the aunt at the doorstep
She needs to be made much of...
Has travelled an hour to reach us!
My husband, of course,
Is coo-ing to the kid!

Mango juice!
The one with the alphonsa flavour!
The baby loves it??!!
Success it is then!!
(Item fixed for the next five menus.)

Friend and baby on the floor!
Good! Anyways not enough seats…
And none more comfy for my tired feet!
Join them J

Talk a bit, listen some more, talk a bit
The kid in my lap J
My friend smiling in front
My head reclined on my husband’s knees
What bliss!

Where do kids learn to smile like this?
From the mother’s look that says
You are the world, my world is you?
For you I smile, for you I breathe?
(Then why the years steal
This precious charm? )

Games, music, food
Pitter patter running
of the toddler’s footsteps
Everything matters
But nothing so much
As two families
Which become one
For an evening, a dinner.
Friends came home.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

My Mirror Fairy

Tucked away
In a blasé life
I woke up one day
To some pink roses
From a guy
To whom only the day before
I had declared how I hate roses.
And how pink was just not me.

My fairy
Stepped out of a mirror…
No pumpkin carriage for her.
And the mirror cracked
For she could not stand to go back in
When she saw the magic
Her colors had worked.

Friday, April 21, 2006



The lush green
And sunflower spreads
Did not deceive you.

You stopped for tea
You talked sundry
And smiled your way
To my backyard.

Barren and dead
As the depths of my soul.

I brazened it out
And glanced at the clock.

You were back the next day
At the crack of dawn.

Kettle on stove,
I turned inside out
My stock of small talk-
In my mind.

My mouth was dry
And you
Wandered off.

Steeling myself,
I set out the tea
And called out for you.

Not me- I am sure
But someone I used to know-
Someone inside me
Took me to the backyard.

And there you were
On your knees-
Earth and Water in your hands
Planting Hope
Planting Prayer.

We had a quiet tea
And you were gone.

The sun called me out
Before it set that day.

I watered them
I nurtured them-
And softly said good night.

You stopped by
Now and then-
Nodding away with that told you smile
One damp morning
Stretching out
Chasing sleep from my bones,
I pulled aside the curtain,
I opened the window.

Not proud like the sunflower
Nor shy as the violet.

A quiet bloom
Smiled back at me
The same old smile;
“I told you so”

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Traitor Heart

You traitor, my heart
You wince more
When he misses me...
Are not my pains
Meant to tug at you?
Are you not mine?

I long to see
That one face on earth
That’s just for me.
And you say, you will...
There’s time for all.

I long to touch
That silky hair
And make it mine
And you say, you can
When the time comes.

A line from him
That he misses me
And you!!! Down you go.
Wordless you are.
No tears even, like
The lightening-struck!
You traitor, my heart...
Are you not mine?


thoughts delve deep into you,
o night!
is it your serenity
that ruffles every fibre of my being?
engulfing me so
with watchful eyes
cold and ruthless.
tell me, stranger,
what does your darkness hide?
and why it reveals so much of me?
my thoughts break into a hum
they vibrate with life
no longer mine!
they chat with me.
eyeing me a bit callously.
these very thoughts
who wouldn’t dare look up
in the proud sunlight!
they find an ally in you., o night
creasing their foreheads,
they dissect me.
sneer at me, agitate me
and then soothe me.
i am but clay inn their hands.
tired of their tete-a tete,
o night,
they yawn
and retire with you.


Gossamer woven dreams
Never did I know
That you would weigh me down
So much.

Red tinged clouds
Ye tempt me to muse
Don’t those lofty blue attires
Suit ye a hundredfold more?

Soft sprays breaking forth
Tis hard to believe
That thy mother cascades
Cutting through the rugged rocks.

Dreams, visions, hopes.
Feathery beings, soaring high
Yet, they root us deep
Into life’s soil.


A murmur of a thought
and I say…no!
I have traveled that path
and seen
an ivory moon
an early sun's crimson
and eternity for solace
no…my sweet,
not now
a quiet sigh…
and nothing
....like a child in its mother's arms,
the murmur slept off.
Only the depths of the night knew
which bud in my garden
would not bloom lovely
That dawn.


Mother O Mine.

I tread on your dreams
On the withered petals of your hopes
The upturned thorns of your fears
Cut deep deep into my heart.

The tall palms of your complacence
Cast shadows long and lean.
Filtered through their shredded leaves
Come the vermilion rays of your prayer.

Rooted deep even in the marshy slush of life
The earth hugging branches of your faith
Even like the banyan, enveloping my world
The ever-widening canopy of your love.