Rain Washed

Rain came down heavily last night
Lightning, deafening thunder in its wake
As I sat to count the drumming of the throbbing in my head
It struck a million times, sending brilliant flashes all around
I drew the curtains, turned out the lights, fearful lest it strike
At times it flickered somewhere in the distance
Like an innocent candle,
Suddenly it cracked in all fury, pouring lakes of water
I was drawn out, to witness its greatness
Its might and power, I stood rooted gazing
At the red, yellow, orange and silver whip lashing
And gallons of water to drown the fire
Morning sang a different tune
Skies were rain washed, green shone all around
Blue overpowered the gray and red of the night
All sorrow, tears, heartache, and fear
Faded away in the warm morning light

Eyes

Your eyes speak volumes
I wish I could read the meaning behind all the shadow games they play
It was only yesterday, I could fathom some of their depth
They would light up, at the slightest sign of rain
They would sparkle the moment they saw me in the crowd
They would sadden, at the lightest chiding, or a rebuke
Today, I am all lost
The games still set out at the smallest provocation
But hold a different substance
They suddenly light up, sparkle, darken
Only yesterday I could fathom, what’s now a riddle
The crowd grinds the streets to dust
I walk the same road, lost in the same crowd
Looking for an augury of that light
That rhythm of the sunshine and rain
That turned around all misery of the day
But I walk on for miles, nothing beckons me
I remember it was only yesterday I out ran the crowd
To see that sparkle in your eyes

Reflections of a Tree

I wonder where they carry truckloads of cut tree trunk
It’s not that I am unhappy in the forest,
I just wishThere were more of us to share the sun.

Old man Green Crown perhaps knows the secret
He was telling us of the town on the outskirt that grows
Tall cuboids with square gashes called windows

They carry away all the trunks, pulp them
Roll them out under gigantic pins into what’s called paper
Cut them up, dry them and write on them in the printer

We can’t run away and hide, they know all our hideouts
Their army is increasing steadily, while we lose
Slow down humans
We can’t walk, someone go tell them we want truce.

Hover is dead

She was just as big as my thumb. Pretty beyond words, she would dart about the fish bowl and race her companions to grab as many food pellets as she could. She loved to watch TV as much as she enjoyed washing her fins over the stream of bubbles.

I will miss you Hover.

Mundane Story Retold

Bills - electricity, credit cards and phone
Chill me to the bones
Last minute rush to drop a cheque
Or add the biller to the online payee's 'deck'
Work on Mondays, work on Tuesdays
I wish we had more holidays
Atleast they could have managed
To give us some Wednesdays
Life, home, dreams, and wishes
Why do they pounce all at once
If only they were more civilized
I would serve them in order of precedence
Worry, anxiety, loneliness, and woes
Do they really need a place under the sun?
Why do they have to bother anyone?
They should be forever gone!

Sunrise, Sunset

I had learnt this song at school, and was hunting for the lyrics. Finally I found them, though a little different from then. Here goes...
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older
When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he get to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday
When they were small?
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
What words of wisdom can I give them?
How can I help to ease their way?
Now they must learn from one another
Day by day
They look so natural together
Just like two newlyweds should be
Is there a canopy in store for me?
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears

This day last year

This day last year, I was pretty much in the same state as I am in this year. Long chats over the internet, enthusiam, trepidation, and sudden bouts of homesickness. The only differences is that I added one to the count of the number of years I have spent happily here. Over the past 2 weeks I travelled to a few places, met lots of people, had myself over fed by my mom. In short I was on a vacation. Back to Bangalore.