Across my balcony often

Across my balcony often ,I see her standingBy the early morning sunshineWorking quietly by herselfIn movements tenderAmidst the soft greensOf her potted plantsspread all around herIn an unseen embraceand in pure graceAs in a pure light of brotherly love …I seethe faint outline of herbeautiful straight white hairwaving in slow motionMerrily,In the stillness of theearly

Mother of mine

We saw her watching quietlybeside our cradle blue,comforting my twin and iAmidst our daily harmonic wailsseeking nothing beyondfew precious secondsof undivided playful attentionBut then without a wordthe glean of her soft black eyessmiled,at her little Red Devils equally,amidst their languid lyrical squealsof playful delightWhen suddenly,in a flashIt seemed as if ,A million rays of sparkling

Manchester by the Sea

The sea is calm tonight The tide is full , the moon lies fair Its the night of my dreams …. As I lose myself to a calling within I hear a celestial voice so pure far from the shifting dunes of our daily lives…. Singing perhaps, a soft lilting lullaby whispering by the shore,

Of Timelessness

Passing the transient trail Of pleasures strong I have searched deep within for that eternal dream Of a sublime feeling Called “love” drowned in love ness ness ? And as pure as the cosmic stream Far far beyond the heavens above in subtle refuge I thought i felt nothingness…. Of a fleeting transience for a

The way of Love

The way of love is never sheltered As in possession. Nor is it ever sheilded By any envelope of white feelings for neither can you capture, ever. As glass bowled sunlight by a precious chasm , As beautiful colours broken by a lonely prism, A million pieces of delight In one glorious spread… Or should

just another goodbye

I see her every morningacross her white breakfast tableRushing through with her warm green teaIn one fierce gulp of ecstasy,and along with the last dry crumbOf the burnt- up toastIn a hasty crushAs if , this was just another mealWhich needed to be done withAlong hectic life’s perpetual timeline.I see her then settle her sari

Can I ever ?

Can I not Lose myself From the aching within Can I not Free myself From the crying within Can I not Emerge myself From the soul within Can I not Tear myself From the shadows within and bury myself, deep Into the vast infinity of time Slowly, Upon the endless shores of love Into one


When i smell the white talcumsmeared across the soft bumsof the new born child,held tenderlyBy her protective mother’s armsacross my verandah,I think of her When i sight my morning porridgemixed in a sluggish slurby the chequered breakfast tableIn my morning rushi think of Farexyesteryears and beyond,I think of her… When I step across my landing

The magic of the blue

The mystic blue spreads his eons So like a wingless angel Flying high in infinite feel Healing but some tired minds ( and some distant ailing bodies too ) With his soft deft invisible touch In heavenly grace, Upon the wanting soul. As if, for one brief magical moment Pain seemed but a reprieve And

A Golden Harvest !

Oh yes,It seems so many glorious seasons agoMeandering through life’s spirited decadesIn one slow motion of eternal joyWhen every momentseemed as preciousas its previous,When it seemed as ifYoung ‘Uttam’ met ‘Suchitra’,and some sultry spurious secondsWere wrapped in gilt edged memoriesand bound togetherin one sublime gold etched framesuspended in time,( And then perhaps lost in timelessness…)When