Madness , sanity or serenity??

I saw a few birds

A rare sight in the dimming twilight

Which were no ordinary

Iridescent wings and pixie dust

They looked magical 

Straight out of legends mythical

The last rays of the light

Shone on them and they glowed with all their might

They flew chasing each other in circles

Taking their glow with them

Spreading sparkles

Like little fairies

Was I the only one seeing their divine flight

It's a heavenly feeling

Watching magic unfold  

Witnessing the divine in ordinary

Madness , sanity or serenity??

A Suburban Scene

Mornings are a rush.

I walked past the late school boys,

Past the chatty girls who waited at the bus stop.

My suburban morning walks are a pleasure,

Mothers cajoling children,

And the elderly catching up with each other.

Breakfast smells and fresh colors on wayside,

The beauty of rushed life is still unrecorded. 

There is a house which I walk past.

The entrance covered with fallen white blossoms,

Upside down with their stalks a deep coral red,

Glistening in the sun these fallen ballerinas

Dance as the wind softly blows.

And as their white tutus lean sideways;

Rolling over as if pointing their toes to the heavens,

Fallen after a nightly appearance.

The coral jasmine tree shuddered as a truck passed by,

Crushing the fallen ones and bringing new ones down.

The little ballerinas danced away as the truck moved on.

Tomorrow there would be fresh blossoms.

The rush is sometimes chaotic.

But, winds of change it brings,

And the fragrance of life lingers on,

Crushed, renewed and revived.

The Television

A wonder invention it was,

A pride and joy of every home.

The roaring 60’s through the 80’s ,

The  humble box of black and whites

To the colour sets of the 90’s,

The T.V had its human on a spree,

Seemed to set them free,

In an indulgence with no regrets

And a  rage of all ages

Shows, Movies and performances live

Sports, News and documentaries were a sight

Life could never be better

The box went and then come  the flat screens

Making way to the  LED curves

The Mobile Phones and Tablets enter

Competing for their human’s attention

Fighting for their contention

The humans devise their own plan

Thus the TV enters the smallest screens

TV was a revolution,

And its internet avatar a sensation,

Still holding their human in its clutches.

Transformed devices and upgraded lives.

Who is the master to whom?

Time would  tell.

An Unwelcome Guest

Friends and neighbors

Are welcome at any time

Colleagues  and subordinates

Are  received  with equal fervour 

Relatives near and dear are always  in favour

So are the enemies kept closer

Tongue wagers get invited too

But  this mystery being  is invisible

Stealthily invites himself to a happy home

His infamous thievery  known 

When a life is no more

The unwelcome guest takes all

Leaving behind a trail

Of  lament and sorrow

The all encompassing guest is known

To the loved ones of the departed kindred spirits

Death takes all and ends all.

Down the memory lane

Gone are those days of innocence

When happiness  seemed to stay.

Nobody cares a tuppence,

For all the little delights of a child;

Like catching fireflies,

Chasing the rabbits in the wild,

The summer swings at our granpa’s,

Racing down the slides

Like eagles swooping down

And emerging like phoenixes of renewed vigour

Climbing back to the top, only

To slide down with an uproar and glee.

Then comes a time when,

Children are lost in the grind.

These happy souls forget to laugh

Happy giggles are burnt at stake 

That’s  diplomacy and attitude they say

They become social animals,

their uproar and glee,

Is never for a good reason;

THE CHILD IS, THE FATHER OF MAN.

              (written for NGPIT magazine 2015)

The Hated one

If I did get a chance I would relive every moment 

Gladly would  I spend with you,dear beloved

Another lifetime in utter joy  hand in  hand,   

And never leave your side henceforth 

Chances are but hard to fetch

With the highest rates of missing them 

Hate myself for losing the only chance 

Of a lifetime of companionship 

Blaming myself for no fault of mine 

Ends not... the pain 

O Kindred one I would forgive you 

For the departure premature

Only if you tell me why you

Dare not fight death 

Like a hermit detached 

Forsaken your beloved's existence 

Answer me or let me be pained with your negligence. 

Let me hate you for your unfeeling 

Hate you for your ignorance 

But in the end such despise 

Ends not... the pain 

And in my hate my love grows 

Life's Hard

Life's hard and hard times don't last 

Truth lasts 

Hard work lasts 

Love lasts 

Memories last

All the other things reign but don't last