Back to teens!

A few of our high-school class mates got together last month. Chatting over coffe, dancing down the memory lanes…

Chatter and noise

Washing us down,

We had fun and laughter,

Taking us back thru decades;

No barriers, no inhibitions,

Poking fun at each other;

It was wonderful to relive,

The moments of yesteryears!


Soul searching…

In the last couple of months,  I have seen three of my dear aunts pass away from this world in the life forms they existed. It has been intriguing me on how this whole cycle of life happens and what exactly happens to the soul that departs the body and how the body, mind and the atma sync up again to structure another life form. This is just a downpour of my thoughts and bears no particular semblence to anyone in particular.


Is death the stop of breath?

Or is it merely another state of life?

The body has stopped thriving

But the soul is still intact it appears

Pray, is the mind aware of this fact

Or has it gone along with the perished body?

Does it direct the soul to move on,

Or does the soul take on the driver’s seat?

So, who decides what is the next move?

Or where does it take a life form again?

It is a bit too overwhelming

To try to figure out the next outcome.

We miss the loved one whose soul has departed

The person in that life form is no more;

Maybe there is nothing more beyond this,

Or is it so difficult to comprehend,

That we just let the thoughts stand;

May the dear souls rest in peace…


Germy issue!

If you have ever been through a toothache, you will see what I mean.


Oh my, my!

Caught in a quagmire,

Sinking down and in ;

The slush hugging my waist,

And gnawing at my chest;

My hands are waving,

And groping the thin air;

There is no one to bother,

An ophidian would seem a friend;

My legs are twirling around,

Tugging me deep inside;

My eyes are screaming for help,

My lips sealed with fear;

Drenched in sweat,

I open my eyes with a start;

Thank God it’s a nightmare!

Playing with acrostics

Beautifully profound

Luxurious treat to the eyes

In the midst of fantasy

Soulful and artful

Surely takes away the breath.


Watching the street narrowing down

And expecting to see a speck of the truck

I sit by the eleventh Milestone waiting

Turning into a stone myself,  almost.


Lovely feeling you bring on to me

Over lots of warmth and indulgence

Very satisfying and fulfilling

Eternally yours I wish I could be.


After she said the final good-bye

Neither felt the need to contact

Game was over and they had to

Elegantly lead their own lives

Raging still within, are the embers.



A Prayer


My dearest God,

I fear:

Not death that may hit us without notice,

Nor failures that may kick in when most unexpected;

Not calamities that may engulf us without mercy,

Nor miseries that we may come across in everyday life;

Not the tensions of work or family as the case may be,

Nor the physical pains that we may have to endure;


Loss of freedom to express and do what I will,

Loss of strength to take the right decisions,

Loss of balance to judge what is fair and what is not,

Loss of humility when there are successes,

Loss of patience to be kind to others,

Loss of spirit to take life as it comes.


Please take care and bless me with what I need even if it is not what I may wish for.