Ravi Upadhye

Another week end stares into my face,
Its easier this time since my daughter's weekend with us occupies the mind space,

She would make sure the oldies have a lot of fun,
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An evening spent
Recalling life's events
Crowded in my skin
In Solitude
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My little angel
I miss you
I miss your smile
Your gait
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You have done us proud
What can I give you
But a prayer for your success, happiness and smile?
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An overladen sky forever pouring its heart out
To the parched soil waiting to be drenched in an otherwise sorrowful mood

It has arrived far too late for her to chase the blues
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An overcast sky almost ready to drench my soul,
I can see the drifting clouds,
I can hear the distant thunder,
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When the dusk slowly descends
I am glad cos in a short while I will hear the nightingale of my life
And my poetic inclinations play amateurish tricks with me
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So much to share,
So much to talk
Talking to walls and windows,
How would they know my joy and sorrows?
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Today I begin a new innings
A different and charming path
An attractive yet unknown path
Throws open a million possibilities
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I thought I knew many tongues
Till I heard “Sahanese: ” spoken by my granddaughter
I found her cooing and monosyllables punctuated with a blabber
And the words she spoke, hard to decipher
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When I remember you, I smile to myself,
I have been blessed to have you,
I love my dependence on you,
Like a ship leans on a lighthouse
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Last evening
I set out on a drive
With Anuja-my daughter by my side
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Forty three days
Filled with fun
Filled with laughter
In the company of innocence
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Lazy stars shining on a little cabin,
Lazy moon glistening over river trees;
Old river whispering,
Lappin' 'against the long roots:
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Another morning,
Arrives veiled in apparently wakeful consciousness
Painfully poking, pursuing me to enjoy mundane tasks of my corporate existence,
Forcing me into doctored use of my vocabulary and intelligence,
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I wrote this as a tribute to our stay in the mountains-we will forever miss the purity of nature and magnificent rains

On a rainy day
Floated a cloud and he nestled in the window of my humble home
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She is such a fine little girl,
My daughterI know she has much to learn
That life is not one big joyride
And every wish you have to earn
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A whiff of fresh scent
Hanging in the air,
Mesmerizing, haunting and –yes;
Its familiar
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Another morning,
Arrives veiled in apparently wakeful consciousness
Painfully poking, pursuing me to enjoy mundane tasks of my corporate existence,
Forcing me into doctored use of my vocabulary and intelligence,
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