Archive for the year 2013:

Life – New Year’s eve –

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Once upon a time
Utterly besotted
I courted you~

Callous you

Now chastened and wiser
I stay unmoved by gushing
Overtures from you~

It hurts…

Time heals    They say but    The gaping hole    Her departure… left behind,      even today painfully throbs so~

Beaten by life      Delivered blows Left, right, I’d salvaged      Tattered pride left in devastation’s wake and miraculously   she became Us sisters’ one saving grace

Dearest Chachi May your soul RIP and do know I loved you so and still miss that mischievous twinkle in your aged wrinkles and unabashed zest for life~

(Chachi is aunt- dad’s younger bro’s wife- I’d written a happy poem but suddenly I remembered her and felt real pain)

playing around with book (ings)

Books with inbuilt “content”
Afford more than a semblance
Of coming home feel…

One promising spine in hand
Another sitting eagerly on shelf
Third on order

Balancing one in crook
Of elbow while juggling
Java in fists, sundries

Mostly extrovert by nature, romancing real
“Life” substantially, books too have provided
Fodder for the introvert lurking inside

Alice’s several escape hatches, up sleeves, books have
Put fertile brain thru mental hoops emotional wringers
Before nail biting, fear fraught, poignant photo finishes

Abounding, stiff, pompous characters going by the book
Endearing rogues often scorning threats of “getting booked”
Nimble sleuths adroitly sidestepping via red herring “bookings”

Smorgasbord of spicy plots, McDreamy* galloping tall dark men
Astride pure bred Arab steeds, answer to numerous fledgling pleads
All these and racy whodunits formed rungs of “growing up” ladder

Virtual scenario has drastically made inroads, nay railroaded
Bound books with downloaded virtual bestseller spines and
Even though aging hands love virtual, yet miss holding real books~

*Derek Christopher Shepherd, M.D., also referred to as McDreamy,   Is  a fictional surgeon on the ABC medical drama Grey’s Anatomy~

Zen feeling..


eyes soaking in
feet constantly walking
spirit at one with the redolent
in every tree, leaf
the artificial Koi pond
singing of tiny waterfalls
warbling of birds in trees
fatigue simply sloughed off
rejuvenated in body spirit
I wended way back
to window of my hotel room
to intake, retake visual sips
of this “green manna”
laid out buffet spread
again and again~

Mind bent

malleable maybe
pliable not
obdurate maybe
inflexible not
life’s frequent kicks
have honed survivor instincts
such -that sleep awake
I manage to deflect
lethal arrows
aimed my way
or is it the angels
hovering over shoulders
steering to safety
know not ~

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