Category Archives: poem, poetry

Those last few days!


These lastĀ  days of the year, make me anxious.

For the time that is slipping by was precious.


Don’t want these days to pass, want to hold on to them forever.

For the time that flew away so fast, will never come back ever.


Tried to live in the present, as best as I could.

Still the passing time pulls me back as hard as it would.


Growing a year older with not much wisdom on turning page.

For some still ask me to grow up and act my age.


Don’t want to bid farewell to anyone or anything.

As I am content with what I feel and have, within.


But has anyone held time? It is not possible.

So, I shall also follow it, chase it and be sensible.


The Christmas Tree


My Christmas šŸŒ² tree is growing up so fast,

last year it was shorter than my daughter.

This year it has grown up past,

her excited face, head and laughter.


It’s not just a tree with some ornaments,

some lights, clumsily decorated by little hands.

It is a living soul that brings joy and excitement,

a companion illuminating lives, in a way grand.


The twinkling lights, light you up,

like little hearts beating in unison.

The cheer and squeals it brings,

giving reasons for memories to be spun.


I hope it grows into a handsome 7 feet tall tree,

looking over the girl who looked after the sapling.

Wrapping up in its needles, my family’s glee,

Keeping the souvenirs of memories in a string.


Thoughts in captivity


Holding my thoughts captive for a while,

for they are different from other’s.


Like the Shrew, they need to be tamed,

till they learn to be more obedient.


Kept in captivity, till they refine,

learn to gracefully merge with society’s norms.


Will set them free, when they can mimic pretence,

will be able to pass on as acceptable, with ease.



It’s always hard to say goodbye to the source of light,

the one that spreads happiness, joy and delight.


Only hope keeps one going through the night,

waiting for the dawn to break, for morningĀ  bright.


Waiting patiently for the warm sunshine to embrace tight,

the entire existence of one’s being, making everything right.

Expression of being.


Sometimes words are not enough to pacify.

Showing the presence of one’s being is necessary.


Expression of a mental bond imperative.

Existence of attention needs to be declarative.


Holding a hand in times of need important.

Offering a shoulder to cry on, a reinforcement.


So shake off that inhibition and make your presence felt.

You never know who is waiting for that aura,

to make their heart melt.