Poems Archive for Family:

and then he left…

after sticking for years
like super glue
one day he upped
and left
his body lay supine
mind wandered elsewhere
I ran to check his toiletries
in the bathroom
all were there
even the toothbrush
was moist
only he’d left
without leaving…
I kept plucking
petals singly
mouthing “he loves
me, he loves
me not”
till time us both


as i slowly ease my chills
inside thermal warmth of a much flogged
sweater .. as if by rote I involuntarily nuzzle it’s velvety
fur with my sleep warmed cheek

alert head continues romancing words
nuancing emotions in such a way that outcome
is more a broth than a heady brew

nothing is written in concrete.. read it somewhere
why Oh why must this heart breezily continue hoping
for happy days when lies stay lies, truths, truths
life is now a bewildering witches brew….
one wonders at god’s peculiar
sense of humor…
sanity having taken back seat
steering being in hands of a misfit…..

an old adage goes
in a country of sightless, one-eyed is king
I pray for return of days when irrefutable logic ruled
and everybody could fearlessly sing…

longing for uncomplicated days and
above all sight of my beloved mom
with a gentle serene face
full of grace

go and look for her in the mirror
dad lovingly smiles back

she occupies my heart
and will stay there
till I too depart

Face Off ? on?

how do I face
self in mirrored
appearances ?
90% dead ringer
of dear departed
dad, siblings
sighs escape
from parted lips
I share
what makes
me tick
schtick, tickles
of mind, spirit
heart’s cockles
on daily basis
I awl scalpel ego
crimson persona
obdurate rotund form
continue face-offs
beloved is ongoing
par for the course
never off course
am DNA’ed

you, me, us

we wear
us as one
in our individual

you bring unstated
love to our table
I ..my headlong
gushes warmly
gurgling, uber tactile

thus we spend
our sunset years
feet dangling
at eternity’s ledge
when at rest

two vagabonds
full of restlessness
in soul, unbridled
curiosity to world
at large rove

bitten by cabin fever
more times than not
we psyche our beaten
bones to “man up”
ready, steady go!

thus we neither bide
time nor grim reaper
thumbing our noses
at both, tweaking
theirs instead….

love is love
it dons shape
per individual
forms..our moulds
were possibly thrown!

we wear
us as one
in our individual


April 1st 2017

Today brings no joy
My face closes shut
a good soak

Of emotional
Highs lows
Run gamut

You’ve left
yet you adhere
In sighs of regrets
Panned joys

Had you
Lived you’d
Have been full
of pride and joy

Your herd
has flourished
By love…

Ever thankful
For in hand I gently
release you as I did
before in holy waters

I hope
your soul
Is finally at peace
Burdens load-shed

I bid adieu
once more
On this first day of April
When you were born


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