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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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
...
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,
...
I have been writing for the last twenty years as an amateur.I love nature, and issues affecting human beings.)
A New Weekend
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,
Like old times when we pulled each others leg one by one,
She would make loving demands
Making us remember everything children ask in many ways
The magic rainbows will open in seven colours magnificent and grand
Dancing all over in my home in musical harmony with a magical band
It would be a riotous celebration
Of youth exchanging the drab colors of life to bright sparkles a million
The flash of this blaze will leave a trail behind
Keeping us going for many more days till monotony is again to unwind
She would know its time to return
To refuel the old souls with some more energy to last one more turn
Thats the beauty of union of old and the young
Keeping the joyfulness intact despite loneliness and long days so badly stung