The men .. they woo..

 The men, they woo..and love my mole

Say the right words…till you believe it whole

They promise me love...heart and soul..

A hint of love returned and they take a step back 

And there you will be yearning and wanting them back

Be a heartless swine  and hide your soul

And they will wait around you, foot and sole..

Leave them, don’t touch them with a pole…

All that don’t see your soul

 You want to me swim shallow..

In the surface.. float free in the stream.

Little do you know, Deep in the ocean below

I am a mermaid who lives in the depths..

A mermaid in love with an earthy you..a dream 

I try to swim shallow with you,  and follow..

While my gills crave for love’s real depth

My heart  choosing hesitant the pale..hollow.

Knowing I will drown deep in the shallow.

For you fear and won’t  follow me to our depth..

I choose this  moment shallow and hollow..

Than any eons without you and your hello..

I pretend my heart is just formless like jello

And fit your whims.. the deep or hollow

Someday you will know all my effort to be shallow

Are but my depth of  yearning every morrow

For I choose not to part from you in sorrow..

I would rather live this lie in shallow..

So I can live my truth of love.. with you.. my fellow!

Even if heart break is all that will follow!

Who is to blame?

There is a story of Nala and Damayanti

Where Nala leaves Damayanti

And the story of Shakuntala and Dushyanta..

Where Dushyanta forgets Shakuntala..

Why isn’t there an Indian tale..my love..

Where the woman leaves the man….

Where the woman forgets the man..

Is that why.. I don’t leave you.. my love..

Is that why.. I don’t forget you.. my love

And is that why you all leave?

Who is to blame? You?  Nala?Dushyanta?.

Or me that I love like Shakuntala?

Eat your brains!

 Today, I learned of a new creature, a sea squirt.. in the sea..

That boggles my brain…for all..it chooses to be and not be

This playboy creature, a fierce swimmer.. who ruled the sea..

Once it finds its  soul home… a cozy rock, safe against the sea

It eats its own brain.. until there is no grey matter left to be..

It decides not move or think …no more.. just chomp food from the sea

Resting on its happy rocky place , letting go of thought .. just to be..

The sea squirt , it learned the most from its brain.. that to be happy at sea 

It just needs to find its happy place and never think.. of the troubled sea

Who would have thunk, that a brainless sea squirt out at sea

.. Really has more brains than you and me?

Our hearts in a clasp

 They say that the baby’s heart..son..

Is the size of it’s closed fist..

And as it grows, to be a person..

The heart that was a closed fist..

Grows to the size of two hands.

Two hands that clasp together 

And beat in unison, two hands..

I think that is the message to gather

That as adults, for our hearts to beat

Our hands must hold their clasp together 

For our hearts to.. together in unison beat

 Waddles the kookaburra..

He lives somewhere far in Australia..I think

All I saw of him was a hasty Insta reel..

There is not much to say, 

He is just another Kookaburra ..

And yet.. Yes!

He lightened my heart, the Kookaburra 

Paused all my griefs and yearning, his feathers .. I think

All I saw of him was a hasty Insta reel..

But I have this to say..

He just ain’t just another Kookaburra..

He makes me happy for no reason.. I think

All I saw of him was a hasty insta reel

But I have this to say..

He is like you, my distant exotic Kookaburra 

You make happy for no rhyme nor reason , I think.

Hence I rhyme for all I can’t say but feel..

Waddles my Kookaburra 

Me - a mirage

 I look at myself in the mirror, and stand

A wannabe pretty face smiling at my image..

Then it sinks in,  as I count each white strand,

The wrinkles slowly creeping in as I age..

The ephemeral beauty, a line in the sand

The real beauty  hides within my soul ..sinner or sage?

Maybe neither I think, am just another speck of sand..

A paragraph maybe  I share in your lifetime’s page

Or maybe just moment that held your hand

I am just here for now, a glimmer.. an image

Here today.. not there tomorrow.. Poof!..a magic wand..

And yet, I stare at my ephemeral image..

Me - a mirage

It is never the big things…

It is never the big things, never the big promises..

That  ever really endure the test of time and age..

It is the small , the tiny.. the hugs, the smiles, the kisses..

That comes in waves as memories till death beyond age

When I ask myself.. why I love and what I love

There never are reasons rational …big and huge..

All I can say is , I love.. with all our flaws..!Love!

In the moments small that add up huge, however small

And all I ever ask of you, my dear love.. beyond all

Deny a lifetime, yea..but don’t deny the moments small..

 Fear..

As a wannabe poet, I sat down to describe fear..

Fear refuses to relent to be described so simply in words

For fear is not one emotion, but a platoon with swords 

An army of emotions marching to a lousy tune called fear..

Is fear.. love for when we love… we don’t want to lose

Is fear..desire for what we want… we want to get

Is fear.. guilt.. for whom we hurt.. we don’t want to hurt

Is fear..ego.. for who we are.. we don’t want to accept we aren’t 

Is fear… society.. for what it thinks .. we dont want it to change

Is fear.. hurt.. for what we suffered.. we don’t want to again

Is fear.. poverty.. for what we dread.. we don’t want to face

Is fear.. loneliness.. Is fear..ambition… Is fear.. power..

Is fear.. weakness.. Is fear..strength.. Is fear.. control 

Is fear..fate … Is fear.. destiny…Is fear..sin … Is fear.. evil..

Is fear…god.. Is fear.. cowardice… Is fear.. braver

Yes .. fear is all of it and none of it

Fear is when I paint an emotion in a negative hue

A negative hue of wanting to will it’s outcome true 

Knowing that i can only feel not decide how I feel..

Fearless is just me deciding bravely to feel..

Without adding a wrapper to how I want to feel..

Yes… choose to fearlessly feel ..even fear 

 How does one speak of love?

Does one declare it loud for all to hear?

Do our eyes say it all for love?

Do we just just whisper in their ear?

Do we hold them close to feel the love?

Do we express  it in passion without fear?

Do we write odes and verse for love?

Do we just caress them near and dear?

Do we shower  them with flowers for love?

Do we hold it all and hide it away in fear?

Do we try to clasp it for eternity as love?

Do we enjoy in the moment and leave it dear?

What would be the way, the right way to love?

I would say, just be .. just be .. just be there

For there never is a wrong way to love..

Just love.. for there are no wrongs in love 

 I look for you outside in the brightness

And I find you within my darkness..

I look for you in the books holy..in air and fire

And I find you in my heart..within my silent prayer

I look for you in the the rituals, the wrong, the fair and right 

And I find you close..far beyond my rigid views of right

I look for you in the wise .that know good  and do god prove 

I find you instead in the simple  and kind who know not to disprove..

I look for you in the rules, the  austere of  detachment …

Instead I find you in my moments of giving love..attachment 

I look for you in books and philosophy to explains life

I find you instead in faith that rests in peace when in strife

I look for you in moments of  tears, sorrow and sadness..

I find you instead in my moments of perseverance..oneness 

I look for you in my oaths and promises I keep 

I find you instead in the acts of kindness deep

I look for you in spiritual ways to find you

I find you when I completely lose my way to you 

I look to find you and when I search..I don’t find you..

I don’t find you and when I surrender ..you find me

 A wildflower blooms, right in the midst of early winter dawn,

It blooms in the cold mist, knowing very well the cruel freeze..

The snow and chill cannot deny her rebellious joy at dawn..

Even though, it be ephemeral and she will wilt with the icy freeze.

Fleeting joys too are so.. like a flower in misty midst of freeze

They will bloom carefree in the freeze like a dance in the spring breeze..

A moment of eternity that lasts the doom beyond the dawn

When a woman says no

 When a woman says No

Ah! Definitely she means No

Other times not, sometimes…No is a Yes

A  “No” then  is  where she wants you to say Yes

When a woman says ..Go! Don’t assume she means.. Go!

If she cares..most definitely , she really means…Don’t Go

Unless it is a loud Go to Hell or a boring grocery run..Then..Go!

For most times, she means and craves really to say.. Don’t Go

Just like when a woman says .. Don’t call

If she cares, she really means oh .. definitely do  call

Unless she is tad busy then  definitely.. Don’t call

If you get  muddled between  “No’ and “Don’t Go” and Don’t Call!

Know this that …you don’t really know… even she doesn’t really know..

Surrender to her whim and choose the side of  love and care

Then you would know ..I mean mostly know :)

When  a No means No  and when she really instead does care

If you read her wrong … god forbid ..and get muddled..

Err on the side of caution,  choose love..don’t be befuddled..

For women are to be loved  never really understood..

Now, that is a certainty right there to be understood..

All women  definitely do want to be loved….best

Even when they are their unlovable best

And yet another certainty does exist ..

Only a darn fool chooses to ignore a woman thus

who does so exist who truly cares for her man, thus!

Now end the fuss … 

 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

I know not to love less, 

I know not to not want to be loved more.

In this ignorant dance of less and more..

Somehow, just somehow. 

I am left.. loving you more and more

As you love me less and less

In this ignorant dance of less and more

Somehow, just somehow..

I become myself less and less..

More and more 

 My heart is a storyteller, every moment..high and pale

She weaves in joy, tears and euphoria, and love’s might

A story for my  every moment .. a poem .. a tiny tale..

She knows not to weave her pen..with carefree light..

She gives it her all, every heartbeat  for every tale..

Her stories  often weave the same plot, wrong or right..

She loves you with a love  that stains the ink in every tale..

Love her back, this moment and more.. hold her tight..

The poetic heart needs you …as a ribcage to hold those tales..

Even though time and I may interrupt , Hold that heart tight..

Silence her poems with love.. That would be a tale beyond her tales.