Wednesday, December 17, 2014


You, Taliban
Horror of horrors
Your voluminous robes  harbor terror
You merchants of death
How could you?
How could you massacre 132 innocent school children?
Sniff away lives
Of innocent children?
Where is your mindless God?
Where is your Holy scripture?
Pause now,
Stop this dance of death
Or you may waste away
Your precious life
A life you could have used with Karma
To perpetrate love
But you chose death
As your soul is darker
than the  darkest black.

I say you don't deserve  mercy
But i want to show you
The mirror
The mirror of goodness
Which is ready to transform you
Cleanse your  cobbled mind
And spare you the penalty of death.

Don't you know
Hate never overcomes
Only love
So throw away your guns
And come and sit under the sunlight
Reflect and listen
To the teachings of the Universal Almighty
For no God ever preached terror.

We give you a chance 
Even though your hideous
Crimes don't deserve.
Mend your ways
Wash the filth from your soul
And embrace Peace
Because we promise you
We will not stop till we tattoo you with PEACE

The Birthday Gift

On her thirteenth Birthday
the mother
decided to gift her teenage girl
a unique gift

I have dressed you
in satins and ribbons
but today you
are at a unique crossroad

going with that
you deserve 
an exceptional

from hence now
You are no longer
 a child
but a young adult

You are free
to think
free to

let my 
be your 
guiding light

my gift is only a guide
you are free to 
experience life

Be kind
but dont
let people 
use you

be deceived

Love immensely
but dont
get trapped
 in its fold

have the courage
to break free

don't get
unduly disappointed

but remember
it is only the seed
Take action

and when you
are a grown woman
a ripe

a woman
 is like
Mother Earth

she was 
to gift life
and nourish

But don't forget

Just as 
you love your loved ones
don't forget to
love yourself

 your own mistakes
but learn valuable lessons
 from them

Today i hold your hand and
 send you
on an exciting

Be assured of one thing
Your mother will be with you till

The Garden of Eden

There stood in the Milky way
The garden of Eden
Curated by none other than 

The Garden bore everything
Exotic flora
Diverse Fauna
It was a playground for Adam and Eve

For a while
 Things progressed
As God 
Had planned

Enjoying the beauty of the garden
Eve lived happily
And befriended
The flower

The flower and Eve
Played merrily
In the garden
Till the sunset

One day
Walked in Adam
Bringing Eve
Exquisite flowers

Eve had found 
A new friend
And drunk with happiness
She forgot the flower

Adm and Eve
Became bosom pals
Their friendship became
The Life of the Eden

The flower
 Waited patiently
As she stood in the sideline
For her lost friend

The wait was long
But Eve returned
Once again
They played till the sunset

Why did you go away?
Why did you come back?
Will you leave me again?
The flower wanted to know

I went with Adam
Because it was meant to be
I went with him
Because i wanted to see

I came back
because we had got entangled
I came back 
Because it was time to Untangle

Adam and Even 
Shall always be friends
Just as
Eve and the flower have always been friends

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

The Song of Life

My song of life
Is for you my precious girls
For you are my
Ecstasy and laughter

Together we have
come far
criss crossing life
and its countless challenges

In our journey together
we might have faltered
but we never gave up on life

I may have
fallen short on some occasions
but you could never doubt
the intent of a mother

But that was yesterday
Only a lesson learnt now
we have today
to mark and live as we desire

so i say to you
the world is not changed by your opinion
it is changed by
one's example

so i endeavor
to live a life
of integrity, joy and happiness
so that you
can do the same

My intent is to
show you by example 
the meaning of life

so cherish this life
be gentle with yourself
be kind to yourself
embrace yourself
hug yourself
and never stop singing
The song of Life


Many seasons
he had seen
many lands 
he had visited
many tasks he had accomplished
perfection and grace.

A devoted father
a faithful companion
an able worker
a generous neighbor
a doting grandpa

A loyal friend
he had seen
the tides
of time.

It was
Grace that defined him
Grace that
manifested his persona.

Today his
hair is silver
to the crown

The bones
have seen younger days
a trifle brittle now

But wonder of wonder
the smile rules
the twinkle in the eye

Do you know
 the secret of his
 fountain of 

Tis no mystery
his grace sits princely
cos the Child within
is alive, his constant ccompanion

Monday, December 15, 2014


Dear Lord
Today I wish
To sing my song
Of thanksgiving.
I thank you
for a blissful childhood
for having visited distant lands
for great academics
for food and shelter
for the company of loved ones
for the comfort of companionship
for glimpses of ecstasy
for shared laughter
for acquired wisdom
for surviving the storms
for becoming a mother
for the courage to say 'NO'
for goals fulfilled
for promises kept
for a listening year
for clarity of thoughts
for wiping away the cobwebs
for ability to move on
for the joy of discovery
for picture post card holidays
for having a sensitive heart
for comprehending  compassion
for surviving criticism
for ability to dream
for cherished moments
for a sound body and mind
for an eventful life
for faith an hope
for joy and optimism
for places of worship
for bountiful nature
for diverse flora and fauna
for acceptance
But above all
for being alive,
for the promise of today.
As i say my thanksgiving
Bless me with
 Faith in thee
for thereby i shall
Live a blessed life.

Sunday, December 14, 2014


When the world was created
All was quiet
Perpetual peace
Timeless harmony

As man evolved
Began the quest
To conquer
Both land and sea

And so came
Rapid urbanisation
Outraging the 
Far sighted

Where is harmony?
It is in the blooming lotus
White, Pink and Purple
Standing serenely in muddy waters

It is in the cackling 
Of the hen
As she gently
Guides her brood

It is in the
Common sparrow
As she gathers twigs
For her nest

It is in the
Mother kangaroo
As he guards her young
In her pouch

It is in the 
Birds circling the  horizon
From deplorable cages

It is in the 
Laughing dolphins
In synchronization

It is in the 
Dancing peacock
Resplendent in its glory
Celebrating rains

It is in the 
Cooing of the koel
As she
Delights in Summers

It is in the 
peasant farmer
As he 
Gently tills the land

It is in the 
Sound of bangles
As women
Plant paddy

It is in the
Morning riyaaz
As the musician
Sings the raagas

It is in
The Grand piano
As the child prodigy
Plays the symphony

It is in 
As the first rain drops
Fall on earth

It is in
The cool shade
Of a mighty
Banyan tree

It is in the
As children
Say their morning prayers

But endless
Mindless research
Has tainted
Man's thinking

Artificial Intelligence
May I ask?
Let no man put asunder
What God has created

Artificial Intelligence
May help a select few
But unmindful use
Will disrupt harmony and  eliminate the human race for you.