At dawn, I sat up in my bed
And questions filled my empty head.

Why in the morning did I feel cold?
It did not, I thought, in days old.
The days gone by were warm as heat
But why now was there a chill in my seat?

Why was the window wet with dew?
The sight I saw was very new.
The thick glass pane with water lined
Teased my inquisitive mind.

When the events I revised
Quite suddenly, I realised
The water drops which had me tensed
Were result of fog, condensed.

And the chill I felt everywhere
Was nothing but the Winter air.


The Slumber Bath

I wondered in which way to sleep
For the time umpteenth
It was teeth-chattering outside the covers
And like an oven underneath.

I settled with under the blanket
And buried myself deep
And quite some time later
I was snoring loud in sleep.

And the next bright morning
I was dripping! I was wet!
I was drenched from tip to toe
By a cryptic thing that they call sweat.

The Seasons

Just look at my face!
As calm as the ocean.
But beneath that mask
Rages a storm of emotions.

See, the way our mind is put
Is more creative than dreams
Whether it feels like it or not
It is more complex than it seems.

For a moment the sun is shining
In a most cheery way
And the next, it is snowing
Welcoming Santa’s sleigh.

And then begins a downpour
Drenching all of memory
It advances into a heavy rain
That can further lead to treachery.

And the thing about these seasons
Is that they don’t pass one by one
There isn’t a fixed time
For when one starts and one is done.

The thing is, you paint your own picture.
Your story is written by YOU.
It is YOU who decides if
There is to be fog or dew.

It is YOU who decides if
It must hail or it must rain
So it is all up to you
Whether you lose or you gain.

In no particular order
Are the mental seasons lain
So now the sun can shine, and stop,
And shine all over again.


As I sat waiting, desperate, anxious
I couldn’t help but remain conscious
Ahead I stared, I wasn’t prepared
I’d flop and go all bonkers.

‘Twas a sunny day outside
But in my mind I cried
“Oh, wretched head, I’d gone to bed
But then the night had died!”

I hadn’t seen at all
What was in that little book
What read it all, and stand up tall
I hadn’t even looked!

My turn, it came like doom
Slithering like anacondas do
I walked ahead, dread in my head
And slightly yelling too.

Said Teacher “Hello, welcome
To your centre stage.
Tell me, my dear girl
Oh what may be your age?”

“Thirteen” I said
Worried to the end
My hands and feet were cold
I thought my spine’d bend.

“So tell me, Ms. Thirteen
Why are leaves green?
What’s the colour of silence, the source of brightness
And what is always unseen?”

I stared at most of nothingness
I shrugged. Did I dare?
“The answers are chlorophyll
And black and light and air.”

“BRAVO!” said Teacher
I hadn’t prepared, but still I dared
And that’s all I have to say.

I don’t mind

I don’t mind where I learn
As long as I do,
I don’t mind where I travel
As long as I have a shoe.
I don’t mind what I write with
As long as I can write,
I don’t mind how the world is
As long as it doesn’t fight.
I don’t mind what I read
As long as it is sensible,
I don’t mind what is written
As long as it is readable.
I don’t mind what I hear
As long as it is the truth,
I don’t mind behavior
As long as it has ruth.
I don’t mind what I eat
As long as I’m satisfied,
I don’t mind if I fail
As long as I tried.
I don’t mind what I take
As long as I give,
This, I believe
Is the right way to live.

Destruction of Creation

I wonder if
you can tell me
not to tell anyone
that they bother me;

For noisy snobs
throughout the world
haven’t disappeared, just yet.
And the day you can
swallow your head whole
will be that day, I’ll bet.

Mountain peaks
clouds of dust
unbroken dreams
all in one piece;
Endless skies
alike the limit
would never drown
in the great seas.

The smell of books
and stupid looks
have not one thing
in them, common.
The peace in hearts
and selfless minds
all are marvellous
beauties, forgotten.

Silken clothes and
golden necks
seem to be for
what we care;
All the dreams
of the hopeful past
seem like they
weren’t there

The music, dance,
culture, tradition
All withering into
heaps of ash,
Like us, humans
treat our motherland
so badly that it
vanishes in a flash.

For all that it took
to create such marvels
Do we destruct
so early?
When did we start
this foolish way
of what is boyish
and girly?

See, not everything is
As easy as it seems
And neither were their
hopes and dreams.
Let us not shatter them
Like mirror glass
For life isn’t just
For letting it pass.

The Letter

I wrote to her
about my day;
About hers
asked her to say.

She replied;
‘Without writing
Life is dull;
it is full
of joyous thoughts
and joyous feelings
And a smile
that’s appealing.
These feelings come
to visit me
Like in the
doctor’s room
Urge my arm
to move, to write!
Then beautiful words
begin to bloom.
Your heart is expressed
as a string of alphabets
You aren’t stressed
That feeling is all gone.
You stare to the sky
words begin to flow
They keep on flowing
until dawn
No other feeling
or thought or idea
That requires
your brain or brawn
enters your mind
at the moment
of inspiration and words.
And soar through a page
like in the sky, birds
And here, with a broken arm
whether noticing
or maybe not
with only writing
in my mind,
as a thought.
If I were someone else
I doubt to have
written what I did today.’

I stared in awe at the words
written so beautifully,
with such pain.
And I wrote back to her
‘Tomorrow, I promise to
write to you again’.

The Raindrop

The little raindrop fell from up high,
The little raindrop fell from the sky

Where it went, I can show
But where it came from, I don’t know!

Gently taps on the garden floor,
Softly makes a thousand sounds

Like a drum tapping away
The raindrop adds a splash to the day

Where it went, I can go
But where it came from, I wish I’d know

And when the Sun and the Raindrop meet,
They form a colourful rainbow sweet

And when the cheerful rainbow smiles,
It’s glory runs for miles and miles

And today is the lovely day,
When the trees swish and sway

Welcoming the gentle drop
To their roots as it says, “Plop!”


I have always wondered,
How trees become green
And how on the lemon,
Yellow can be seen

How the blueberry appears to be blue,
And how brown is the colour of dad’s shoe

Why granny’s hair is white,
And why my pink shirt is so tight!

Why is the sky blue?
Why is the olive black?
I don’t have a clue,
But I must not turn back…

I asked my dad and he replied,
“I don’t know”, but I still tried

I asked my mother and she said,
“It’s nature’s creation, now go to bed”

Now I know why that’s the colour of the cat
But how does nature do it? I still don’t know that!


When you visit the fruit shop,
what to buy first?
The Apples of course,
As they quench your thirst!

When you’re back from the camping,
what do you eat?
The Apples of course,
They are so sweet!

What do you make for dinner?
Apple pie, it’s always the winner!
What else can you make with Apples?
Smoothies and cakes and truffles!

Crunch them, munch them,
Breakfast them, lunch them
Don’t bother what you do with them,
Just make sure you chew on them!

Juiciest of the juicy,
Freshest of the fresh
Who are they?
Apples, YES!