I was born and raised in India. After my marriage I came to U.S. It wasn't until my children grew up that I turned back to my love of reading and writing again. This time medium was a foreign language- English. Though I mostly write in English I still love to read Hindi and also our ancient Sanskrit poetry. To this day this ancient as well as new age poetry draws me with same passion. This fusion and enrichment some time reflects in whatever little I have been able to write and share with you. I am very thankful to everybody who has taken time to read my poems. Without your support I couldn't have done it. A big thank you to all who encouraged me to keep writing with their wonderful comments.
I also have a blog 'When Thoughts Get Wings.' I also have two self-published collection of poems. Back Yard Poetry and Sitting On The Wellhead.
A Poet's Heart
He had a poet's heart
When he melted with pain at the sight of a wounded bird
Like an ice cube melting in summer's heat
The helpless eyes of grieving bird's mate
Turned his heart's cries into verses of poetry
This famous story is an inspiration
For poets around the world
On rainy days a poet's imagination streams and floats
Like a little paper boat in gushing rainwater
It giggles and laughs with little children
Playing in rainwater
It captures the adventures of a raindrop
Falling in puddles of city streets
Floating through winding alleys
And walkways to settle in creek bed
A poet's eyes notice the forehead of young women
Working in rice paddies
And sees the sweat shimmer like dew drops
To offers cool relief to their sun burnt faces
The flame of life burning in their soul
Registers in his song
In winter his voice slips and slides on the frozen lake
And dances with the moon light beams
Spring brings a blossoming to his heart
Like a bee he goes from flower to flower
Seeking the meaning of life in their tender love
His songs are carried away on the wings of humming bird
He renders his life for the sake of love
Like a moth falling on the burning candle wick
Limitless are the imaginations of a poet's heart
And vivid are sketches unveiling the mystery of this world
This poet's heart hidden in all
Goes unnoticed unexplored
Shrouded in vague thoughts
Like running water under ice
When we relish and rejoice
In life around us
And learn to recreate it in our words
The veil lifts off
If I could catch the flicker of a thought
Dancing in my head
That would touch the heart
Mine as well as yours
And is as inspiring and revealing of my world
As the golden rays of dawn
Longing to pen it on paper
I too knock on poet's world.
Love walks away from the troubled heart.
In competition all run yet only one winner In cooperation all walk hand in hand For a collective win.
The sweetest berry plucked from the vine covered with thorns, reveals endurance.
A road carries many secrets to explore, infinity resides in its bosom to adore.
Secret of success lies in one's ability to collect the scattered energies, and channel them singularly towards one focused goal.
Emotions are to a poet what sky is to birds, of depth and vastness to venture and explore in limitless mental flights.
Religion is irrelevant if it isn't part of social fabric. Spirituality is irrelevant if it is not conscious of unifying principle of Universe. God is irrelevant if we can't feel its influence upon our life.
Fate can bless you by default or curse you by default if it chooses so.
None can see the heaven, who has not passed through hell.
One powerful voice may influence many to create a million followers but none can hold an individual voice hostage or block his own calling to search and find its own way.
A little thorn that hurts so much, often comes from your own bush.
The abscess of sorrow must be dissolved first to seek joy.
When heart is at peace, all is beautiful.
The worst thing one can do is live one life, And dream of another life without making any efforts To change the present life.
Religion starts with Unknown, travels towards Unknown and finds it in Known. Science starts with Known, travels towards Unknown, remains stuck in Known to search for the Unknown.
If pain could be a balm for wounded life, poetry's jar is filled with it.
Poetry is a Way to declutter your mind And free the splint soul.
Unanimity creates duality, Duality gives birth to war, War is the father of whole Universe.
Love is to adults what SantaClause is to children. It's magic never fades away.
Be watchful of the word that resonate within you. Those words have power to transform your personality.
Be watchful of the words that resonate within you. Those words have power to transform your personality.