Poems Archive for Family:

words, pictures

words and pictures
jitterbug
with emotional
nuances daintily
unlike a kitty
pawing ball
of twine
..
heavy in form
notwithstanding
mind has learnt
art of quietude
akin to a pet dog
eating cookies
surreptitiously
..
lung power is not
what it once was
youngest child
lustily shouting
chasing indifferent
older stand-offish
siblings
..
nieces say
I look like
their mother
Strangers
smile at me
for no reason
..
I see dad
In me
and sigh
Missing him so…
as I eagerly search
mom in my features
..
And I find I am like
her in every which way
except
in looks
And maybe that’s
the reason
..
I
continue
To quietly smile
broadly
usually ..as in
always
~

dear Neena

distances
matter not
‘cos our parallel
dimensions
collapse
every time
I think of you
and you’re
right there
before me

your birthday
is in two days
… I’ve spit
polished our
memory box
for recollecting
individually
and collectively
our joint
history
..
each leaf
has its own
unique fragrant
tint and I shall
lovingly reminisce
upon each one
imperceptibly
inching forward
unhurriedly like thick
molasses
..
memories
are sweet on tongue
never sticking like bones
in throat that can
neither be spat
nor swallowed
…they just are …
no more no less
implacable
as is…
….
on your
special
day I shall
raise a toast
to you
to what you
truly meant to me
cherishing “us”
for what we were
in kinship and love

do
linger
…stay a bit
until I
expertly
rearrange
my features
in your
most
likeness
..
I still love
and
miss you terribly
dear big sis
and do know you
were the only one
I always let
emotionally blackmail
me
jubilantly
..

October 28, 2017

Dear Neena :

Happy birthday !
..

fleeting thoughts
float as feathers…
I fumble they tumble
in my grieving heart’s
chambers as colored
glass in memory’s
kaleidoscope

..
you were
the one
who always noticed
storms
in my eyes
broken sobs
in my voice and heart

..

and shared
your own woes
our floodgates opening
and after our mutual
storms we usually ended
up by insanely
laughing

..
rest in light
in utter peace
know
you were
dearly loved
and will always
be sorely missed
..


painting is by Kanchanmala Ghosh, Kolkata

woe is me !

.

out of sync mind
wants body to chew
overly much….as only thing
intact is my pearly white set
resulting in much to do
in pains and aches
in hitherto newer spots
“morosely” in intermittent
dots and dashes
..
why can’t
my monkey
mind behave
as it behooves folks
my age with beastly
bodies proverbially flinging
wrenches in my harebrained
capers as planned and ruefully
executed …
..
energies spent.. life partner
lies supine trying to regain
usual bounce and smile
…beset with guilt I query
why is it you get more tired
when accompanying me as you
walked miles yesterday returning
home with wall to wall smiles?
..
he replied: you see
interminable steps do me in.. ..
walking for me is a breeze..even
better after couple of drinks
only slopes and steps
make me wheeze
now truly repentant
i slink away without
a peep
..

9.3.17

48 hours
unceremoniously rained out
perforce we stay indoors
hugging
steaming cups of Java
cooking in turns
in easy camaraderie
like worn out jackets
that we’re always loath
to discard ..
parallel companionable
living is all and more it’s
cracked up to be and every time
I need to go out …he hastily raises
his head in a mix of surprise and alarm
which is quite heartwarming reinforcing
my assertion that we truly
belong… seventeen plus years
of togetherness can do that ..
so what if it’s second innings
..we are active players living life
to the hilt ‘cos we are a Hit!
..

vigil (reworked)

Silently
spilling emotions
Held in check
hands steadfastly
Worry beading
for safe passage
palms loosely lying
half shell
Ready to gently cup the bird
Leaving its cage, finally
Love’s strong ties
Never wholly untie
I still see that gentle face
Brows furrowed awaiting
Our safe return and a rush
Of tenderness floods my being
unspooling stiffened
upper lip
and I realize
I too am that patience
stilled and also the beloved
wanderer straying at whim’s
will
..

image: google

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