Long walks slow twilights dusky memories

Chilled coffee an exciting book and some time on lease

Petrichor lingering in the senses florets playing with dew

Autumn changing color of moods rainbows reviewing each hue

Certain things in life have price tags some simply have value


Good friends peals of laughter animated discussions

Precious theatre tickets with a special concession

Sepia toned by-lanes where we played with abandon

Grave colloquies that finished off with frivolous midnight fun

Certain things in life have depth even when there seems none


Forgotten moments revived with a visit to the attic

Faded photographs precious autographs and time becomes static

If I could turn the hands of the clock how far would I rewind

If I could change some things from the past what would I leave behind

Certain things in life have consequence it is reconciliation I must find


Bare necessities curated luxuries intangible advantages

Some pleasures are so fleeting some ache is for the ages

A mixed bag of attitudes and options a rollercoaster ride

Falling failing recovering reviving with God as the only guide

Certain things in life have forever timespans transient lives lied


Simple pleasures complicated relations intentions that faltered

Personalities peculiarities purposes and plans getting altered

A genuine act of kindness which has far reaching repercussions

A careless instant of callousness that can’t be undone with rectifications

Certain things in life have impact certain lives have impact on generations

Starry mornings

Some nights were long and unending

Some stars played hide and seek

Some opinions which I kept defending

Some frailties that made me weak

It took some courage to get up one day and remove all awnings

I let the sunshine in my face and faced the starry mornings


Some attitudes were formidable and daunting

Some fears made me meek

Some moments which left me wanting

Some qualms that I refused to speak

It took some faith to get up one day and address my spirit

I let the brightness overwhelm me and I healed bit by bit


Some people were kind and caring

Some sympathies did the trick

Some encounters made me daring

Some predispositions did not vanish in a flick

It took some readiness to get up one day and refurbish my kit

I let the glare wrinkle my forehead and question my wit


Some life was privileged and predictable

Some life seemed unfair

Some environments and events were formidable

Some situations needed flair

It took some fortitude to get up one day and own my choices

I let the reflections inspire me and the possibilities became rife


I borrowed some time from time itself it was affordable

Until I realized I must use it up fast time is not refundable

Life was smooth on auto pilot mode I relished the comfort zone

Until time overtook my strides I recalled my time was on loan

I sought direction and quickly learnt it needed suitable intention

To prioritize my schedule or schedule my priorities that was the question


I rented some breaths from life itself it was reasonable

Until I realized how precious it was each breath could be final

Progression was smooth without thought or mood suffused in it

Until each instance that passed by was slackening me bit by bit

I sought direction once again anticipating divine intervention

To wait in the wings or to make it happen that was the question


I chartered some paths from the journey itself it was practical

Until I realized I must own my choices trajectories are unpredictable

The roads were uneven yet eventless even as I maneuvered with calm

Until I grasped I was missing out on the excitement and charm

I sought direction from within this time giving my feelings attention

To be brave and conscientious both or pick easy that was the question


I leased some emotions from the heart itself it was sensible

Until I realized I still hurt easily spirit and soul are vulnerable

Passions and desires were synchronized with composure

Until I faced the real world and was affected by the exposure

I sought direction from pundits and professionals for prevention

To stay soft in the head or harden the heart that was the question



Mirror mirror on the wall

I look at you, you look back in style

It always takes me quite a while

To recognize that swagger

That attitude and demeanor

It is not what is reflected deep inside

Where I often hide

From a world that pronounces judgment

You camouflage my predicament

And lie in my face

Glass so sheer you are a disgrace

I am trying to get honesties out of you

You use cheat codes I have no clue

It’s only when I am alone with myself

In a darkness that highlights the night lamp on the shelf

That I learn home truths

And realize how uncouth

You have been

I have not seen

Myself in a long time now

I no longer remember why or how

I changed along the way

Which circumstances were are play

Tweaking the mirror. Wait was it me

Why do you simply smile quietly

When I stare into your eyes

And observe that time flies

Am I looking for illumination

Or coverups and deception

Mirror mirror on the wall

You have witnessed each rise you have seen each fall

You claim to reflect only what is real

If only you understood how I feel

A simple cup of tea


A simple cup of tea

How difficult can it be

Some quintessential requirements to see

How my survival can be enhanced to the T


One lady plucking leaves in the tea gardens of Ooty

Working hard day and night to provide for the family

The owner, a gentleman in his forties or fifties quite likely

Staying away from wife and children who live in the city


The leaves arrive mixed up and merry in the local factory

Where workers live for those ten-minute lunch breaks verily

Chaff and sieve and carry and heave until leaves become dusty

The workplace now wakes up to aromas that are simply heavenly


Trucks and loaders lories and drivers are set off hurriedly

Reaching the corners of the world is not a task carried out timidly

Trifling shops and giant malls with distributors acting high-handedly

Get their share of goods and get down to display the charming variety


I buy it off the shelf storing it in air-tight containers I got for free

Now all I need is some milk, a stove, a lighter, a utensil, a cup and some sorcery

Which have all come from a similar route of workers toiling hardily

So that I can sit back and enjoy in peace my daily cup of morning tea!


We take so much for granted. We don’t have time to grasp the whole story

Things at your table have compelling back stories about their trajectory

Surely some gratitude must replace any attitude we harbor so effortlessly

Little details beg for reference, how much more fortunate can we be?


Love and hope were walking along the riverside one day

Two stalwarts on the sentimental scene to drive all gloom away

Love pronounced how blessed it felt to light up people’s lives

Just how it faces all kinds of odds and yet continues to survive

Hope simply smiled in silence wondering if love understood

How tiring it is to be eternal and keep uplifting every mood


Courage and confidence were walking along the woodland one day

Two advocates of justice and grace for which many crave and pray

Confidence was feeling buoyant at how it keeps spirits flying high

Reassuring every believer to never give up give in or cry

Courage simply sighed in reticence wondering if confidence knew

How courage must fill in each gap that lack of confidence makes askew


Ambition and gratification became friends walking along the marketplace

Two seemingly divergent personality traits which give individuality a face

Ambition was full of self-assurance counting its achievements galore

The rewards its very being gave for the one who wanted more and more

Gratification simply pondered in tranquility at the gambles ambition takes

How gratitude provides the perfect foil where ambition can make or break


As I pass the window of a grand shopping mall

I recollect the days when I could not afford it all

Today with ability on my fingertips

I must have more gratitude on my lips

Realizing as through my belongings and blessings I sift

Abundance is a gift!


As I observe the woes around me I begin to comprehend

I recollect the many things given to me as Godsend

Today with ability to brave the pains

I must have more appreciation for the gains

Realizing as through my experiences that sting

Abundance is a blessing


As I relish the profusion of each day and its fruits

I recollect the hard work of those who planted the roots

Today as the extra baggage gets heavier

I must give back more than I gather

Realizing as through my many resources I frisk

Abundance is a risk!


As I go through social stratums and note the who’s who

I recollect the many who could not make it or get their due

Today it is possible success goes to my head

I must be more cautious on how I tread

Realizing as I maneuver through warrens filled with danger

Abundance is a game changer!

So I am…..

So I am not the most dapper person in the room

I need countless guidelines about how to groom

According to standards that my social circles approve

I have so much to learn and so much to prove

The circle just widened with WhatsApp and Facebook

Now half the world decides how I should look


So I am not the most well-versed person in gossip of the day

I need innumerable advices about how to join the fray

According to people who know everything inside and out

I don’t recognize the names they know their history and whereabout

The need just increased to oversee friends and frenemies

Now half the world is scrambling to keep apprised busy as bees


So I am not the most conventional person to follow traditions

I need unbounded instructions to reroute the aberrations

According to rulebooks and rubrics made by overlords of the guild

I am expected to toe the line or my fate can be sealed

The grip just grew stronger to turn everybody into clones

Now half the world is in matrix mode via laptops and phones


So I am not the most cleverest person exceeding expectations

I need infinite training to match standards of social sensations

According to masters of all we routine jacks are so hopeless

I don’t enjoy climbing and social ladders can be steep and ropeless

The effort just got laughable to please one million and some

Now half the world is happy in the belief that the other half is dumb


It was tempting to join the crowd and deride

The soft-spoken introvert was the easiest to chide

Some fear of the power which rules my stars

Some old memories which would open old scars

And I got busy with my own skeletons to hide


It was tempting to join the crowd and hail

The outspoken extrovert whose lies needed bail

Some worry that the lies were getting blatant and bold

Some bewilderment at the speed at which they were sold

And I put my head down to adjust my own sail


It was tempting to join the crowd and cheer

The go-getting instagrammers who revved the fourth gear

Some wonder at when and where it will culminate

Some helplessness to audaciously carve my very fate

And I decided to own my shortcomings and steer clear


It was tempting to join the crowd who simply walked away

There were those who needed succor while mischief was at play

Some deep-seated trepidation to save and elevate the spirit

Some inherent anxiety my time will run out bit by bit

And I mustered courage enough to extend my own hands of clay


It was tempting to join the crowd and seek its protection

The crowd was intimidating defiance needed determination

Some deliberation took me on a soul searching journey

Some realization not all life was about success and money

And I gave up my own comfort zone to experience emancipation


It was tempting to join the crowd and follow the flock

So what if they flaunted cheat codes and did not walk the talk

Some hesitating steps took me from wonder to disbelief

Some realization that crowds can be toxic and I must learn to sieve

And I slowly stepped back. Of my own life I had to take stock

The worth of words

Words don’t need to weigh in gold feelings must be genuine

Feelings don’t need to be always told it’s the intentions within

Intentions need assertion at times make yourself clear and loud

Genuine intentions need action as follow-up for that is what we are all about


Words don’t need to be harsh and bold coat them with gentleness

Gentleness doesn’t have to be dishonest truth can be told with finesse

Finesse needs composure indiscretion needs to be controlled

Control the tongue and rein in prejudices for that is what will weigh in gold


Words don’t need to prop up your story emotions are reflected in the eye

Eyes don’t lie even when tearing up sometimes gladness can make us cry

Happiness is our own making conditions will fine-tune in accordance

Create circumstances for happiness for that is what gives us confidence


Words don’t need to be flamboyant simplicity has lasting influence

Sometimes they can come in the way you must foster fluency in silence

This balancing act of knowing what to say and when reflects maturity

Spoken words live forever and beyond be sure you choose them carefully