I A mix of the mild cold and pleasant warmth, greets on the threshold of sunrise. The sound of a train whistling at a distance, The busy chirps of a multitude of birds, The rooster singing one of his Cock-a- doodle doos; Here begins the day, with a ritual of those morning chimes! II The soft look in those eyes melted my heart. No questions … Continue reading A Train Of Thoughts: Micropoetry
The tanka, like the haiku, is a Japanese poem. It consists of five lines, the first and third having five syllables and the others having seven, making thirty-one syllables in all and giving a complete picture of an event or a mood. Tempest in the mind, The highs and lows of the tide in the purple dusk, unraveled the cosmic truth of the chaos undefined. … Continue reading Tanka Thoughts
With emphatic finality, the word “no” echoed in all directions. The statement that followed it, however, melted my heart because it was soaked in pure love! “NO…. I want to stay with Mommy,” said my four-year-old, refusing to stay in the adjoining room while I wanted to do a few chores in the next. Well, a “no” can be sweet too at times. That was … Continue reading Should You Always Say a “Yes”?
At the fag end of the day, a thought surmounts. If I were to still believe in the story you told me years ago, I know you look at me from that infinite space. Wrapped in darkness in the stillness of the night, when I miss my steps, I know you hold me before I falter and fall. The moments frozen, I wander back now … Continue reading Infinite Space
Glamor and sophistication were not the edifices on which Amol Palekar’s profile rested. He did not portray the hero with indomitable energy fighting the bad guys to seek justice or save a damsel in distress. Nor did he have the chocolate boy looks to melt young hearts. Amol Palekar comfortably fitted in to the garb of a simple middle-class young man that millions of Indians … Continue reading A 75th Birthday Tribute to Amol Palekar
On a frosty morning, I bid goodbye to the last leaves of the maple tree. Will wait in earnest till she’s clothed again in tender green, ushering in new hopes, new joys, of a blessed season with beauty unsurpassed! Continue reading Contemplation
Seeing the giant-sized droplets streaming down the panes, he opened the window and gazed at the backyard. The squirrels that were hopping on the green grass just a little while ago were not to be seen. They must have retreated to some safe shelter to stay dry. He let his thoughts wander a million miles away as he enjoyed the first rains of the season, … Continue reading The Rains and … She