A Board Game

Opportunity- a problem in disguise...
Every choice comes at a price,
Demands of you to make a sacrifice.
Weighing the pros and cons, you roll the dice.

Dreams beckon and steer,
Eyes brimming with tears
You have to go through conflict
To move forward in life and uplift.

We really have no one to blame
Life is simply like a board game
Helplessly I watched him agonise,
The decision had not been easy I realised.

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A squirrel squeals...! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

On a hot noon
In mid June,
A squirrel
Races down a black
Iron pipe
Wagging her tail,

Full of energy
Squeaks
In delight,
Her ears alert
Nodding her
Head from side to side.

I watch
From my window
Lying on a soft bed,
In an air conditioned room
Feeling frail,
Just as power fluctuates...

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Bonsai

Miniature trees
In shallow trays-
Pinched,
Pruned,
Sheared,
Twisted,
Wired,
To give them a shape-
Windswept,
Erect,
To
Create
An illusion
In many other ways.

In the name
Of beauty
And aesthetics,
Why interfere
With

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One Who Believes

One who believes
In Him
Is like a tree
Planted
By a stream,
Who gets replenished
When he
Runs out of steam.

An atheist
Is like a bush,
Growing
In a desert.
He believes
In himself
And chooses
To walk alone

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Hope

Hope like a second Sun,
Fills you with divine light
When all is lost,
And keeps you afloat.

Hope is like a crutch
That you take,
When you are hurt
And helps you move about.

Hope lights up the dark
Spaces that fill your spirit,
When you are in despair
So let it stay,
And not come on a short visit.

Hope at times is all we have,
When the going gets tough
Pretend to be deaf
To those who say

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Walking bare feet in the Park! ! ! !

Walking bare feet on grass
At a early morning hour
Spring… its March.

Mist tickled,
Wind giggled,
Tiny grass flowers
Looked up at dawn
Child like innocence,
Bright colours, no fragrance
Yet a manifestation
Of His aspiration.
In awe, watched
have charisma...

Birds flitting merrily
My eyes chased
Butterflies, painted
In colours so gay.

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An Appointment, I await! ! ! ! ! !

Right on time,
I said as I smiled
And put my glass of
Cointreau aside.

Just wait,
Let me put this clock away,
Its ticking,
Feels like an intrusion.
For now
I want to believe you will
Hold me till eternity
In silence

Am filled with ecstasy
As you embrace me
In stillness
While no one is prying.

Life in a metro

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Mystery of Life

Can pain and pleasure
Be felt at the same time?
I feel I am going out of my mind.
I asked my spiritual guide.

She looked at me with compassionate eyes
And said, “These are turbulent times
Too much happening at the same time

Mind is not able to deal with
So much stimulation
So you keep doing your meditation
To achieve equanimity of mind.”

Treat yourself with love and kindness
Everything cannot be analysed.
That is the mystery of life”.

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A New Journey...

As the youngest spread
Wings in the literal sense
And waved both hands
After clearing the security check,

We both waved back and sighed
And evaded looking in the other’s eyes.
Then I quietly slipped my hand
In his arm, and pushed my brand

New bag on wheels towards
The domestic departure lounge.
To catch our flight to Goa, the land
Of magic, beaches and sand.

To get reacquainted all over once again,
And a new journey of new possibilities began.

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Benediction

I stirred, moaning turned on my side, feeling a bit wane
Someone knocked… oh; it was rain at my windowpane.
My eyes drifted languorously to clock in the night light.
Still haunted by the demons, that tormented me all night.

Soon rain withdrew, clouds departed, watched blue sky
Getting into my jogging gear, I felt a surge of energy.
Went to banks of Yamuna, to watch it sparkle at Sun rise
Did droplets drip from Neem tree as benediction to exorcise….

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