THE THORN .

My darling child, 

Don't you see what's clearly in front of you?

A Rose you say, but the thorn you omit!

How can you be so naive?

For, you can never separate

The thorn from the Rose

 neither the Poison from the snake!

My loving mother, she said

It is not that, I don't see the thorn, dear

It's just that, I choose to see

The pace of the snake and the face of the blossom.

For Happyness is what we make, Isn't it mother?

Faltered, the mother smiled at the inexperience of the child.

For she had seen the ways of the world.

While the girl, Pitied her mother's rigidity,

For she had a world to conquer! 

THE CHECKLIST!

Bag packs,

Gang's head counted,

Snacks,

Gossip,

Drama,

Funny poses,

Cute Dp,

Wind blown hair,

Sun burns,

Fights and tears,

Fun and make up,

And something scandalous,

Check, Check and Checked!

With all the above ingredients

A perfect snack baked.

Like grandma's chocolate cake

Once tasted, a slave it makes,

The bliss when everything you,

So planned goes wrong,

Only to render a starry night.

Calm in the Chaos or Chaos in the Calm?

A journey so began!

With heavy hearts, now we return.

Are we going home or leaving it?

A Blossom

A day's blossom she is,

A termites life she lives,

As a sponge she absorbs,

A nomad  she becomes.

Spreading the essence, she blooms,

Buzzing around the light, she dances,

Pain, she treasures,

From one broken heart to other, she wanders.

In the world of Squares, Kube she is.

Oceans are her depth,

With promise of adventure, she lures

The sailors heart, She taunts!

But beware, Sailor

Illusions she create,

Doomed is your fate,

Perfect storms she makes,

Only freedom she craves. <3

Become a glutton, when she provides,

Fill your heart with her dazzling lights.

Ever blinded with Greed, if you demand

Only her abyss you shall command.

High tides she conjures,

swirling currents she stirs, 

and Wrecked you are, she ensures!

For a days blossom she is

and A termites life she lives!

PINKY!

On a warm summer solstice,

Like a cool winter breeze, 

Shouting her heart out,

Dancing at her own tune

With mesmerizing Big black eyes!

Pinky, all pink, checked into the world.

"The responsible one " they referred to her.

Thaa, Thaa, Thai, as a Dancer, she bloomed.

Fiercely, to become Jackie Chan she trained.

Gliding over every Hurdle!

cooking new forms of Noodle.

"SHIVA" she now Doodles,

Human she was, in the world of Poodles.

Like water, every stones she erodes,

In our life she walks, runs & Jumps,

Holding, Consoling,Mothering,

Loving, Feeding and at times Kocifying, 

A sister she Became, Brightening up 

Every heart she visits.

Forever we are, in debt to the warm summer solstice!

Happy birthday Harsha!!

The Fable of the Rings

The ring that was perfect  lost!

The ring that was precious  gone!

Oh Lord! What a lost cause she is?

Why give her another? A ring that was pretty, wasted.

Sadly, the memory was never!

Autumn dressed for winter and marching came spring

In the meadow, below the big willow

While she collected rocks, A ring she found

A dull flabby ring she found.

Rejoiced , wore it like a crown

Ha! Pretty she felt..

Shimmering summer slowly removed her coat for autumn, 

And autumn passed her responsibilities to winter later.

On a warm winter day,at the irony she laughed 

Flabby it is, yet it remains!

Perfect she knew this was.

THE KAJAL

Tring, tring goes the alarm.
The moon shines bright,
Her body begs to rest awhile
but, her heart knows better
The responsibilities beckon her.

Not a sigh in her smile,
Rather brimming with love in her tired eyes.
Draping her invisible amour,

Fastening her routine shoes,
Wrum... like a rocket she goes.

Forged with Oceans of Love,
           the Air of Kindness,
           the Volcano of Strength
and the Earth of Benevolence.

SHE becomes,
          A Shoulder to cry,
          A battery of strength,
          A sister to share
          A mother to ask

          A daughter to love,

          A princess in guise,

          A queen in spirit,

          A  warrior in War,

          A diplomat at home,

          A protector of her own

Well beyond, an architect of life.

In simpler words" A WOMAN " she becomes.

To Thine DEAREST

Dearest,

Is it an illusion that I see ? Or is it a crack in thy armour?

Is it indifference that I feel or thee holding thy at the bay?

Is it a smile that I see ? Or just the upturn of thy lips?

Is it kindness, thee express or a part thy perform?

Is it concern that I hear ? Or thee extending courtesy?

Is it jealousy that I smell ? Or thine  opinion bloom?

Questions to ask, curiosity to extinguish.

Unaltered humour, prevented heart break.

Questions to ask, curiosity to extinguish,

Questions to ask and curiosity to extinguish.

Is it silence that I hear or thee being selectively negligent?

Is it that I hear from my eyes or thee appearing biased?

Is it humour I sense or thee being sarcastic?

Is it just me, being naive and thee being thee?

If thee would speak. Least, honestly with thine emotions.

Answered questions, extinguished curiosity.

Altered humour and heart broken!