As I walk in the morning, the cardinal sings with pride 

It is almost as though you walk with me beside..

The past and present...all gets muddled in this nostalgic stride..

To talk of nothing and everything, as time does tide..

To have a soul that cares to walk in step, side by side..

Safe in thoughts, in words, in deep silence is a true might..

To know for a fact that you are loved with no way to hide..

To be so sure of us …even when we aren’t always on the right..

So sure that the other is always there..there in this life ride..

And all one needs… is to say…Let us take a walk....

Yes, as  I walk in the morning, the cardinal sings with pride 

It is almost as though you walk with me ..today..beside..

Without you, yes I can definitely take a walk..

And yet, in every walk, you are there beside..

With you, without you..Come .. let us take a walk!

Join in atleast to hear the cardinal’s song..and pride..

We will be quiet and we won’t talk!!

 Lukewarm love

Who really wants lukewarm love? me..not!

Just like coffee, love is best had hot

If you want to let it lie cold, 

Then for love, you ain’t bold

Love me bold or love me not

Hold me forever or just leave me cold

Don’t hold the cuppa in your hands warm..

And wait for it to be limp and lukewarm 

Set the cup down on the table, let it be..

Go your way … if we aren’t meant to be..

But if we are … then sip your coffee hot

And hold me tight, don’t let go..don’t let it rot

Simple brew for love…love me like I do…

Hot cofeee on a cold night.. and say .. Yes.. I do

Grief in waves

 Grief comes in waves.. and takes everyone in it’s sway

Like tiny  gentle waves that wash your feet..sometimes 

Like tsunamis that envelop in a wave of memories…sometimes 

Today, it was in the shower  where flashbacks and tears washed away..

The thing about grief is it is not a constant throb of pain..like one does expect 

It is like that sprained muscle that hurts bad in moments you least expect 

Grief, they say is love that has no place to go..

I think grief is when love has found it’s final place to go

Within us.. all the love.. that we could not give..

The only way out is to love yourself a tad harder today

Give yourself the love you could not to another give..

Grief makes us softer, more receptive to happiness day by day

As hungry souls, we grab those moments of joy

To climb out of  wells of grief, to find ephemeral joy

Till another swing of the pendulum of grief and it’s waves 

Yes, grief does come in waves

Just be

Today in the midst of conversations,  I told him so

Do you know what love needs now and ever more?

No..not something impossible .. not less….nor more …

Yes today in the midst of conversations, I told him so

All we need and ever need is to just choose to be... 

Not flowers, though I won’t say no....white flowers melt me

Not poetry, for I know you can’t battle in verse.. like I do

Not declarations of love, for your love is quiet without ado

Not for societal awe, for love knows no rules and laws,

Not your flattery, for love knows it’s  is despite flaws

All it  needs.. is an unwavering presence…

A presence despite each other’s faltering absence..

To choose to be there when it is easier not to..

To choose to stay when it is easier not to

To see each other through the tinted permanence of goodness 

To hold tight to good memories and forget all their madness

Love is a resolve..a decision to choose you

Again and again…over mind, logic and sometimes even you.

To choose to be.. Just be

The tale of a emperor penguin

The tale of a emperor penguin, let us say  an empress instead..

In these days of pronouns, any one will do..He/She/They/Penguin instead 

Far from cold Antarctica,  not knowing her current  way..

With no Google maps to guide her way, flapping her flippers

She found her way or  shall I say she lost her way? 

Landed at a crowded hot Australian beach barefoot without slippers

I guess she just had it one day and threw in her beach towel,

Decided to pack her flipper, her tuxedo and her webbed flippers..

And decided to swim far..far away from her Antarctic kind..

Something in me finds kindred with her vagrant penguin soul….

On days like today when the world around is a bore, not my kind…

I so do want to pack my bags and travel solo like her penguin soul..

That is until I heard she was found emaciated, weak, tired.. and exhausted 

Tired she was of Australian summer, not the kind the dream travelogue promised..

Somewhat again like me, when seeking adventure as though it is promised 

Only to miss home and bed and my peeps.., tired  and exhausted.

My alter ego, the empress penguin, she shares her wisdom..

Don’t pack your bags  and go solo.. just yet!

Just sink in your cozy bed and catch a nap from boredom..

That is what I plan to do now.. Zzz.. don’t wake me .. just yet.

The hare and the tortoise

 The hare and the tortoise..

Yes, we have heard of the tale..

Of the hare and the tortoise..

Often repeated racy tale..

Of the fast hare and the slow tortoise

How the tortoise won .. in the race

Coz the hare chose to sleep..

Over confident of her pace..

Guess the morale is rather deep..

That the  tortoise won with a steady pace

Over the impatient hare..

Just the other day at the neighborhood park,

I had a chat with that very tortoise..green and dark

His reticent views I sought on this infamous race

He did mumble  in his slow analytical drawl..

Oh! We , tortoises, we crawl slow at our own pace …

None can make us even want to race or even crawl..

But yes, that hare, I sure loved her company dear..

Hence I crawled to follow her to the finish line..clear

And from the corner of the park, did a hare peek..and crept 

And said, it ain’t only the winners who share their tale..

Let me share my tale on why through the race, I slept

Fake news! That race was no race as purported in the tale..

It was just me running ahead and waiting for my friend ..

For my friend, my tortoise to join me in some fun

I would always wait for him,  my tortoise friend..my one

If he takes very long, I may nap and zzz till he joins in the fun..

But wait I will, for when it is the two of us, it is fun

All this story of a race .. ain’t true.:..

It is just  the two of us  having fun at our pace

Love and Friendship true..

Not  for us , this worldly race!!

The hare and the tortoise ..

We just have fun