MY AGONY (2009)

Fretting and fuming I entered the room,

Not again…Gosh what should Ido?

Ever since this whole thing began,

I have been doomed.

The very sight of her,boils my blood.

Standing in the corner,leaning on the wall,

Tell me how should a wife feel,

When her husband admires,

someone elses’curves.

 

Holidays are a nightmare,

as he’s up at five,

and gone to greener pastures,

Leaving me behind,

with no one to share,

my cup of morning tea.

Oh!-She’s my agony.

 

Lucky are those wives,

whose husbands they take,

for a stroll by the lake,

or a walk in the garden.

And those who don’t…never earn a pardon.

 

Whereever I go with my hubby,

shopping or movie..

she haunts me,

I pray and I wish ,

when his mobile rings,

Hope it’s not some friend calling,

to set up a meeting.

 

His friends are the culprit

it was they who introduced.

My husband was seduced ,

he fell to her charms,

and fled from my arms.

 

Child’s problems seem a trifle,

family problems he no cares,

Her addiction is proving hazardous,

as I can’t take it anymore.

So I decided  to pen down my miseries,

and bring to light,

other wives ande their plight,

who suffer the same Pangs.

OF BEING A GOLFER’S WIFE.

 

Defeating Faliure(12th Aug2008)

Faliure is the pillar of success…they say.

These words seemed a farce,

for  I was in a trance ,

at that  moment when  I realised…

…I had failed.

1.The effort caused me pain,

was it all in vain?

My dreams of achieving,remained the same

….simply dreams.

2.Losing faith in myself,

My confidence all shaken,

My beliefs  shattered.

Where did I go wrong?

Why did it happen

…this way.

3.Tears rolled in my eyes,

I felt a lump in my throat,

Never will I dream big.

To chase my dreams

…was it a mistake?

4.However shall I face the world tomorrow,

the thought of losing

engulfed me in despair .

A heaviness in my heart

sadness on my face

…I sat.

5. When suddenly a flash crossed my mind

I picked up the pen and began to write.

Writhing in pain,

words poured like rain.

Within minutes I had created,

…verses of strain.

6. These words flushed in me

a new vigour so to say.

Maybe there was a mistake,

and I ought to set it right.

How can I get waylaid,

I got to be at it,

…one more time.

7. I shall not let it creep here.

So steer clear of my way,

I am not going to be weighed down

by failure

…anymore.

Failure is the pillar of success

Whoever  said it

…was just right.

MY BABY’S DAY OUT(May 2010)

My baby went out of home,

And this was the first time,

When mama was gonna be alone.

She was restless in the night,

But her sonny did not show,

Any signs of missing her.

And it came as a blow

When mama came to know,

Her sonny was freaking out.

Miserable was her plight,

Hope he was just looking about,

Taking care of himself.

And when she went to get her back,

He put a medal on her palm.

As he waved bye to his friends ,

Mama was in a shock.

But happy that her baby’s day out,

Had been great….and her little sonny,

HAD MADE HER PROUD.

 

 

HOPE

NEVER GAVE UP HOPING

EVEN WHEN I WAS AT THE POINT OF BREAKING.

HOPE ALWAYS CAME TO MY RESCUE,

AND GOT ME THROUGH.

TIMES HAVE BEEN TOUGH,

AND THE PATH RUGGED AND ROUGH.

MANY A TIME I FALTERD

MANYY A TIME I FELL.

BUT I KEPT GOING WITH HOPE.

AS IF WALKING ON A TIGHT ROPE.

THINGS WOULD FALL INTO PLACE,

AND BRING A SMILE ON MY FACE.

HOPE IS THE SUPPORT FOR THE ANGUISHED,

HOPE IS THE BALM FOR THE BRUISED.

HOPE IS A TOOL FOR THE SHIRKER,

HOPE IS THE REWARD OF KEEN WORKER.

BE IT RICH OR THE POOR,

HOPE SERVES BOTH FOR SURE.

A RAY OF LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS,

A PROMISE OF BRIGHT HAPPINESS.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mountaintops and Valleys.”

YOUR WORDS

WHY ARE YOUR WORDS SO HARSH

TELL ME.

WHY ARE YOU HELL BENT ON

BREAKING ME.

EACH DAY I HOPE YOU WOULD GET BETTER

POOR ME.

I LIVE MY DAY WITH POSITIVITY

BLESS ME.

BUT IT MUST END WITH YOUR HARSH SOUND

WHY ME.

EVERY TIME YOU TELL ME TO GO

WISH ME

THAT I MAY BE ABLE TO WITHSTAND

DEAR ME

HOW IT HURTS TO BE REBUKED

AT ME.

AND HURL WORDS YOU SHOULDN’T AT YOUR WIFE

TEACH ME

HOW I CAN AFTER 21YEARS OF MARRIAGE

BEAR ME

DEDICATION AND SINCERETY THAT I GIVE YOU

VALUE ME.

MY CHILDREN MAKE ME REMAIN QUIET

SILENCE ME .

IF I HAVE WRONGED YOU IN ANY WAY

BELIEVE ME

DAY IN AND DAY OUT I WANT A HAPPY HOME

SAVE ME

FROM YOUR HARSH WORDS THAT

KILL ME.

I MET AN ART COLLECTOR

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I MET AN ART COLLECTOR,
FLAMBOYANT AND VIVACIOUS,
JUST AS HER ART COLLECTION,
COLOURFUL AND FREE.
SO DEEP WAS HER PASSION,
WE ALL COULD SEE.

WALLS WERE A COLOURS GALLORE,
FIGURINES ADORNED THE CORNERS.
EACH ANTIQUE  HAD A STORY,
OF  HOW IT WAS THERE.
FROM WHERE IT HAD BEEN BOUGHT,
TO FIND A PLACE HERE.

THERE WERE  CUPBOARDS,
BIG AND SMALL,
ONE FULL OF KETTLES,
THE OTHER GLASSES ET AL.
PICTURE FRAMES OF YESTER YEARS,
OF MEMORIES SWEET AND DEAR.

THE STATUES OF BUDDHA,
IN MEDITATION,
THE LAMPS AND ARTIFACTS,
THE PLATES ON THE WALLS,
PLACED WITH PERFECTION.
THE WOODEN PANNELS HUNG,
DEMANDED ATTENTION.

I MET AN ART COLLECTOR,
WHOSE DEDICATION ,
WAS AN INSPIRATION,
FOR NOVICES LIKE ME.
SO DEEP WAS HER PASSION,
WE ALL COULD SEE.

DEAR DAUGHTER

DEAR DAUGHTER,THANK YOU
FOR COMING INTO OUR LIVES.
NO WORDS CAN TELL,
HOW MUCH WE LOVE YOU.
WE WAITED… ALL THIS WHILE,
TILL GOD THOUGHT IT RIGHT,
TO SEND YOU …O ANGEL.

YOUR DAD DOTES ON YOU,
PLAYS AND PAMPERS.
FOR YOUR BROTHER ..
YOU ARE HIS PRECIOUS LIL SISTER.
WHO MAKES HIM COMPLETE,
FILLING HIS LIFE WITH LAUGHTER

AND CHEER.

AS FOR YOUR MOM,
SHE PRAYED FOR FIFTEEN YEARS…
TILL ONE DAY SHE GAVE UP .

BUT AS THEY SAY,
GOD’S MILL GRINDS SLOWLY
BUT SURELY.

AND ONE DAY SHE WAS BLESSED,
WITH A BUNDLE OF JOY,
A PRINCESS …WAITING
TO BE HUGGED.
THANK YOU GOD!!

FOR ANSWERING.

SHE PROMISED TO LOVE HER,
MORE THAN ANYTHING.
BRING HER UP WITH CARE.
NO WORDS CAN TELL…
WHAT SHE MEANS FOR
THIS MOM WHO LIVES,
FOR HER ….DEAR DAUGHTER.

CAUGHT UP.

GET SO CAUGHT UP IN THE DAILY CHORES

MISS OUT ON MY TIME HERE

WHEN I COULD WRITE SO MUCH ABOUT

THE ISSUES THAT SURROUND.

BUT MY BABY NEEDS CARE,

AND THE ELDER ONE COUNSELING.

I AM DOING A GOOD JOB JUGGLING.

RANDOM THOUGHTS BRING ME HERE,

SO WORDS COULD CREATE,

A NICHE FOR MYRIAD

IDEAS THAT STARE….
WAITING.
BUT I AM TOLD,I WOULD NEVER BE THAT FREE,
SO MAKE THE BEST OF WHAT YOU HAVE,
AND SOMEDAY YOU’LL SEE,
PEOPLE WOULD STOP BY.

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D BETTER ME

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D BETTER ME ALWAYS GETS D BETTER OF ME,
WHEN HURT I JUST WANNA LASH OUT,
BUT IT TELLS ME TO SIMPLY
CHILL OUT.
THERE’S MUCH MORE PAIN THAN URS IT TELLS ME.
WHEN HELPLESS AND PESSIMISTIC,
IT PUSHES ME TO BE REALISTIC,
JUST LOOK AT D BRIGHTER SIDE,
ITS MUCH BETTER DIS WAY,
COM ON GULP DOWN UR PRIDE.
IT’S BEEN DIS WAY FOR YEARS
I TRIED TO FLIP D OTHER SIDE,
BUT IT REFUSES TO BUDGE.
EACH TIME I TRY TO BE SMART
D BETER ME GETS D BETTER OF ME,
AND I END
UP BEING NICE.

TIME -THE DICTATOR

EVER SINCE TIME IMMEMORABLE,FROM THE VERY FIRST SIGNS OF CIVILISATION,ONE WHICH CONTROLS AND DICTATES MAN IS TIME.THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE IS GOVERENED BY IT.WITH THE BREAK OF THE DAY,WHEN MAN RISES TO START AFRESH,WITH OR WITHOUT THE HANGOVER OF THE PREVIOUS DAY.TODAY HE AIMS TO DO BETTER THAN THE LAST….AGAIN IT WOULD BE GOVERENED BY TIME ,AS IT RULES THE WORLD.SOME AFUL IN DEFEATING THE ONSLOUGHT OF TIME WHILE OTHERS SUCCUMB TO ITTIME RULES THE WORLD. IT FAVOURS THE LUCKY ONES.AND AS THE DAY COMES TO A CLOSE…RE SUCCESSEVERYONE WANTS TYO HEAD BACK SAFELY TO THEIR HAVEN.WHETHER THEY MADE A DIFFERENCE…COULD PUT UP A BRAVE FIGHT AGAINST TIME,OR WHETHER THEY WERE FORTUNATE TO AFFORD TO BE LAZYAND YET  SURVIVE DEPENDS ON HOW SMART THEY WERE.