Circles

Those who spat
Get spit on
Those who cursed
Walk into misery

Those who rose from grief
A happy life, they lead
It does come to full circles
Life! What mystery!

Home

The walk back home
Is both long and short
Long to the paining joints
Short to the craving mind.

Death

Sneaks in
Like a thief
And walks out
Inflicting grief

Death - an unwelcome guest
Puts one to rest
Leaves the rest, bereft.

Goodbye Ananthan uncle. You will be missed. 

Worth-the-while

Jostled, I rub 

My half-awoken eyes

My voice has failed me

Yet I let out a cry.

I halt. I listen. 

I squint. Then pry –

The day’s just begun – 

Lot’s to be done, when there’s light.

To many it’s another day, 

That’ll just pass by.

To me, it’s a lifetime – 

To be lived in black & white.

Like ship-men who've embarked

To rummage in the dark

I switch on his PC

And it slowly comes to life.

Its white screen blinks at me – 

Awake, and bright

Now, that voice too has left me

Let’s give words a try.

Search terms also fail me 

For a ‘search’ now dropped

Among this war & cry, 

My loved one, I've lost.

He smiles at me from a distance,

It’s a snap clicked some time back.

I notice, his smile is hazy

And a tear, those dark eyes wear.

When you stop looking,

There’s so much you’d see.

And when you stop seeing

There’s a lot left to perceive.

The TV screams out updates –

It’s absconding, broke, or found?

I see him smile at me, 

From deep underneath, 

His black eyes glistening

From the salty seas.

Maybe my long wait, 

Is not worth-the-while.

With him gone

I’ve been left to scrounge.

With all might I push 

My wheel-chair around

(Didn't I tell my limbs failed me

the day he was born?)

Stuck

Stuck in a time zone
That repeats.
Mourning Mondays to sudden Sundays.
They just repeat.
Yet we long...
To relive events and emotions...
From days bygone.
Mindless mortals, we are all.
Stuck in time zones, of our own.

Smile!

If you have a whole lot of love, a little more of sunshine
A book you can scribble on, a family you can call 'mine'
And a friend who'd come by to check if you are fine...
You'd have plenty of reasons to not whine,
A plenty of reasons to smile!

I'll get there

To be around, without being called for
To not hurt, despite being flawed
To love, listen and care
To amaze, not disgrace -

It's a long way to go, I know
But I'd get there soon...
Slowly, but soon
Just bear with me. Please.