Christmas All Around

It is yet again that time of year,

Ground buried by flakes of snow;

Hear again the chimes so clear,

Santa on Rudolph, we all know.

It is yet again the time for gifts,

Buried beneath the trees so green;

We need to forget our tiny tiffs,

No room for things vaguely mean.

It is yet again a chance for peace,

So lost in the world's cacophony;

A shimmer of hope across all seas,

To bring in everlasting harmony.

It is yet another truly lovely reason,

For the gift named life, to be thankful;

To tell our loved ones, in this season,

How much they make life so meaningful!

Sand Castle

The waves roll forward eagerly,

Wrapping the shore in a tight embrace;

There on a peaceful evening early

Your sand castle beginning to surface.

Proud and sturdy there it stands on moment,

To be swept away by the waves next;

Washed in sorrow and inconsolable torment

Your lovely face cast in unrest.

It is but only a transient bout,

As awareness dawns on you;

And cheerfully you start about,

Building your lofty castle anew!

The Bigger Picture

I tried hard to focus and see,
That what is sheathed beneath
Myriad layers of trivialities that be;
Clouded, hazy and unclear at first
An outline beginning to emerge,
At last could I quench my thirst;
As it loomed large before me,
The bigger picture, formerly elusive,
Painted for you, me and we!

Judging judgementals

Too often one condemns or accuses another of being judgemental. I can recall numerous instances of snickering at people I knew when they commented on a certain style of dressing as ‘too loud’ or labelled certain life-style behaviour as ‘trés superficial’ or were disgusted at certain sexual preferences. At the back of my mind, I was being the liberal one – the one who didn’t judge others’ for the very people they were and who gave due respect to their preferences. The others who expressed their opposition to these behavioural/life style trends were in my consciousness the staid ones, the conservatives – the ‘judgmental’ type. Talking to a dear in the recent past revealed the chink in my armour of reasoning ‘Am I not being judgemental in judging those very that seem judgmental?’

Too comfortable

Being too comfortable in a relationship - should it be taken as a sign of intimacy or as a warning that one is taking the bond for granted?

Sweet Surrender

Fighting against with abundant vigour
Resisting with unmatched fervour;
Stepped back, the heart strings to consider
How beatific feels the unforeseen surrender!

Shooting Star

The brightest of them all,
You watch enraptured;
Taking in its glorious fall,
In your mind’s eye captured;
Upon it you wish with fervour,
As into oblivion it fades;
The ravages of time does devour,
As memory of it jades;
The glorious star of the sky,
Its errand, your wish to be fulfilled;
The brightest being of the galaxy;
Its life on a whim gambled!

Face In The Mirror

Looking at the mirror, staring back at me,
I see a face that tells a myriad stories;
Some dark and mystic, some light and carefree,
Nonetheless triggering a zillion memories.

Of roads travelled, people amore,
Of roads evaded, people forgot;
Of things done with care galore,
Of things come undone in a shot.

Vagaries of life on the face looms large,
Scars, the medallions of an eventuous strife;
Prevalent though is the hope and urge,
Of eagerness and anticipation more in life!