Thursday, December 15, 2011

THE ROGUE






Well…he is a rogue…
Craving and succumbing
To temptation
For enchanting creations
Craving and drooling
At the delightful sights
Of exquisite beauty.
So bold,
So shameless,
Always eyeing them
And licking the lips
Without a care for
Peoples stare.
So open in his
Admiration…
Feasting with his eyes,
Oh! Yes, he is rouge nevertheless,
He is my sweet tooth…nonetheless.

           Thursday Poets Rally

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

VOODOO.




The tiny needles sting
Making me bleed internally
Pain – sweet and bitter
Unexplained.
Wearing my heart
On my sleeve like a charm.
Your love, an amulet;
A holy candle burning bright
Am in trance with
Your spirit within me
Like a poison spreading
Possessing me…
A spell cast by your voodoo.

A PROMISE




“Listen to your heart,
It muddles your mind.”
We kept on chanting this
Giggling and rolling in the sand.

We promised to meet every year
Had promised to keep the promise
As LIFE had parted us
On our separate ways
In search of what ahead lay.

Years later, am sitting here,
The calm aqua reflecting
The riot of autumn…but,
Not the storm within.

We had thrown pebbles here,
Swam, fished, fought,
Made out…with guys,
This was our hangout
This was our place
Oh! Those youthful ways
Of carefree days.

This wait has been longer
Seems you don’t remember…
As I get up to go…
A reflection,
Eyes meeting on the water’s surface
The smiles,
Eyes misting over
And a promise kept!

             Poetry Picnic Week 17
              Poetry Jaam

Monday, December 12, 2011

FIREWORKS.




The moonlit ocean
Sparkled in the night
Fireworks illuminating the sky
Momentarily blinding
The glimmer of the stars.
The lights reflecting in
Your twinkling eyes
Like little fireflies,
Radiating your beauty in the dark.
I touched your face,
And you trembled,
You turn to face me…
Our eyes lock and
Mirror our emotion.
The soft wind rustling
Your lustrous hair
Your lips ablaze with heat
Resplendent halo embraces
And envelopes us,
Intensifying the sparks between us.
 Swept off and drowned
We lay on the sand, spent
As the horizon is aglow
With spectacular aurora.

For - Romantic Friday Writers - Sparkle Challenge.
          The Poetry Pantry -79
             

Sunday, December 11, 2011

RECAPTURING.





Here’s my life
Spread out in front of me
The years, sewn together
The colors of life
Merging together in
Interweaving patterns.
Colors of childhood –
Innocent, joy and gay;
Lavender cots wool
With cute blue flowers
The warmth of my babyhood nights.
The blue pinafore of my school
Reminiscence of my youthful days;
The orange silk top
Showing off my youthful curves
Had made him wild on our first date.
The black lace gown
That made me the prom queen;
The flaming red negiligee
Reminding me of the
First night of my wedded life;
My first baby shower-
Smiling brightly at
Friends and family….
The mint green skirt
That hubby had lovingly brought.
They are all here laid out,
The pieces of my life,
Bright, light, dark as night
Giving me warmth and smiles.

TODAY - THE WAY OF LIFE.







Looming and luminous
Against the dark skies
Tall and menacing in the day
Taller shadows
Prophecy of a doomsday!
Broken, battered, vacant eyes
Beseeching sights and heavy sighs
Drowned by the cacophony
And noise
Contrasting lives
For joy, we strive,
Endless- cheerless jive.
Frenetic existence
Shrinking patience
Burgeoning distance
Automated enthusiasm
Some price we pay for urbanization.


Friday, December 9, 2011

FALLING.




Can I trust this?
What is happening?
This seems to be
Slipping through
My fingers….
Am losing control.
This does not make sense,
Never had,
Am caught up
In this whirlpool
A surreal experience.
Joy, so deep
It tears the eyes,
And overwhelms
The heart
I’m falling…
Being sucked
By a force
That’s unseen.


          dverse - Writing Emotion

Thursday, December 8, 2011

IF....




One little duckie
Following her mom
Five little duckies
Following their mom
Wandering and wobbling
On the muddy ground.
Seeing them hanging around
Mary cries in the rain
Wish she too had a mom
To follow around.

EACH DAY, PART OF A BIG PICTURE.



I created a lot of ruckus when I wasn’t able to register for the Mumbai Marathon of January 2012.

After coming back from my Diwali vacation, I started to look into their official website more closely. Somehow waiting for more than 14 months for the next marathon was not on my agenda. There has to be a way, I thought and there was! One could get registered for the marathon by donating for a cause to any of the NGO’s listed on their website. Here, was my chance. I clicked on the first name on the list…the charity bib status was “Sold Out” in red letters. Shit! I clicked on the next, and next and next….they have more than 213 organizations registered, wasn’t even one available? Just as I was losing hope, there was “Available” written in green. Yes! Actually, I did not mind as to which NGO I would donate as long as I got my bib. But, when I saw the name of the organization, I couldn’t help but, smile. God never ceases to amaze me. It was the “Epilepsy Foundation”….my son was an epileptic as a child!!



He was barely 6 months old, lying and playing on the cot. He started crying for no apparent reason. I lifted him up and tried to calm him, when his eyes rolled back and so did his head. ?? I just shook him. And, he was ok, just like that…! He seemed a bit tired and he slept. I thought this was one such incident and did not    mention it to anyone.
This happened again after a month. My friend was with me that day and she freaked out more than I. We did take him to the Paediatrist. Nothing could be established, but the doctor told me to bring him immediately if the episode recurred.

Three months later, now 9 month old, when the crying began whilst he was playing. His dad picked him up and laid him down on his lap. First the twitching, then the jerks and a full blown seizure to the left side of his body. All I can remember now is that I picked him up and ran to the doctor’s clinic which was just across the street. I could feel my baby go limp in my arms. He was semi-conscious.

 Series of tests began. My baby looked so vulnerable and tiny. The CT scan machine seemed to swallow him up. Wired to the EEG monitor with so many electrodes coming out of his head, the scene was surreal to experience.


There can be many reasons for a child to be an epileptic. Even insignificant things like worms in the intestine, teething, which is a natural process and of course a fall, high fever …anything can cause a seizure. But, fortunately he did not have any attacks while on medication.

His medication was stopped after 3 years. And then, a relapse! One night he just did not sleep, he was disoriented and lost. There was a blank look in his eyes and he failed to recognize me! That was an “Aura” of an epileptic seizure. Now, he had to take medicines for 5 more years.

He started school, and when he was introduced to writing; he used to write with both hands, sometimes right and sometimes left. I thought he was ambidextrous. But, I failed to recognize it as his confusion; it was an indication that he was dyslexic. This was limited to his academics only. It became more pronounced as he got to higher classes. He was also a borderline ADHD – attention deficit hyperactive disorder. He was fidgety, lacked concentration, could not sit at a place and always hurt himself. The doctors denied any association between epilepsy and his learning problem.

Today, almost four years since the discontinuation of the medication, he is fine. No ADHD at all. His learning capabilities have improved a lot. Academically, he is poor but, there is more to life than academics. He is healthy, that is all that matters.



HE has a way of connecting the dots or placing the pieces of the puzzle in such a way that the big picture becomes visible only when the last dot or the piece connects. I, donating to the Epilepsy Foundation became the Big Picture. It makes complete sense now.

P.S. – I have signed up for the marathon, awaiting confirmation.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011