Born Free?

I've spent a lifetime
looking for freedom
not knowing that I was born free

Bound by time and norms
and a clever mind that kept
me chained to everyday desires

the joys the sorrows
they come and go
sweeping me of my feet

Freedom is in knowing
that I play varied roles
while I watch the play of life unfold

The Lamp

I've walked this path, many times
the lamp in my hand
with my little one asleep,
secure in the comfort of my arms.

How time has flown!
Sure footed and strong, he moves ahead
the lamp aloft in his hand,
looking back to watch my measured tread.


Soon my time will be done,
I'm content.
the lamp will continue to glow
and guide him through this journey.

My Nemesis

It's a simple two letter word
but I never managed it,
and each time I tried
to say it,
I'd trip right over it.

I vividly recall
the number of times
it's landed me in a soup
burnt my fingers
many a time
but never
learnt from it.

Each time I was asked a favor
My inner voice would scream
just go ahead and say it
but I'd numbly nod my bean

I'm wiser now,
I can read that look
from miles and miles away
I brace myself and
look them in the eye
and firmly say, NO!

Let Go!

Trust is a blind leap,
from the known into the unknown
To just close our eyes and let go
Why are we so afraid to do that?

Have you seen children
whizz down a steep slope
with whoops of joy?
Where is that joyous abandonment
of childhood?

Imagination has been ursurped
by delusions of power.
We cling to permanence
in a world, where change
is the only constant.

So just let go,
and allow life to envelop you
in her embrace
There will be no encores
once this show is over.

Autumn is here

Autumn is here, and I celebrate

the quietness it brings.

Spring is the sprighty gait

of my boys, as they run effortlessly

while I walk, a little slower, perhaps?

it's time to sit back and savour

every moment, before the leaves are gone.

What I see is the love and the pain

I see etched in fallen leaves.

Brilliant hued, they flaunt their veins,

their color with pride.

At Peace?

I'd like to think she's happy. She's in her in own world, completely oblivious to the people around her.

Maybe she's found that quiet place within her, a retreat that helps her weather the storms.

Don't miss the View

Life is a journey and every terrain we traverse through has its own beauty . Most of us are bad travellers, always complaining either about the vehicle, the roads, the weather, or are so busy squabbling with our fellow travellers and so we completely miss out on the beauty of every moment.

I'm sure you all agree with me when I say that children and adults with a sense of adventure are the only two classes of people who truly enjoy journeys. Why do we lose our sense of awe and excitement; our sense of irreverence when we grow into adulthood? I know why. We get weighed down because we delude ourselves into believing that we are carrying the world on our shoulders.

Drop your burden, lighten up, make time for things you love to do. Stop and take a break when you are tired. Don't be pessimistic, focussing on just the innumerable breakdowns and puncture stops, you've made so far. Shift focus and think of the picturesque views, the picnic spots, the wonderful people and the beautiful times you've had so far.

It's a short journey. Wake up, hum along with your car stereo and please don't miss the view.