Her Smile
She saw me hovering over her
She was tired and sleepy, her eyes unfocused and a blur
She started to get cranky and angry
Her face starting to screw up and shout like a banshee
But then she got a good look at me and her face transformed
That’s when the magic started, the world lit up and warmed
She gave me the most magical gummy smile
One which warmed me from head to toe
And put in a state of glow from which I have yet to recover!
For the past week, I have been really struggling to write quality content. I have ideas, but when I start writing, everything seems to fizzle out. This poem is inspired by my struggles.
Writer’s Block
I sit in front of my laptop, staring intently at the blank screen
Peering and poring over it, hoping to form words that come to mean
Sometimes I get a glimmer of an idea
It flits and floats, as if doing the cha-cha
The idea proves as elusive as a scent in the air
Trying to locate it proves to be as difficult as a prayer
I try to sip some coffee hoping for a spark
To ignite those neurons, fire up the quark
But words are still playing hide-and-seek with me
Wonder when they will give up and come to me?
Life is like a game, you win some, you lose some
Sometimes the dice throws you a six, sometimes it makes you glum
There are times you move up the ladder of life
But there are also times life gives you loads of strife
You have to dust it off and get up and go forth be unafraid
Because when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade
Life is just like a game, you win some, you lose some
Just enjoy the life you have, don’t become life’s victim
Climb the mountain, clear the highest pass,
Or maybe you want a trip to steppes full of grass?
You be an emperor or the pope
Or perhaps be someone who has lost all hope.
Visit all the great cities of the world
See things that you never thought possible
Is this about a magic carpet I am talking about?
Nah, all this from the pages of a book
A good book is your best you guide
Takes you places you’d never thought go worldwide!
The monsoon season in Mumbai used to be my favourite because of unscheduled holidays from school and college! But seriously, who can’t love the smell of the fresh earth after a downpour and the feeling of everything looking clean and green? Here’s my ode to the rains….
It’s Raining!
I wake up to the sounds of the rain,
Crashing and howling against the window pane,
The rain is pouring down, looking like a curtain of water,
Looking more like a sheet, an impenetrable banner.
I look down at the road, see the snaking line of cars
All caught up in a massive jam, looking like twinkling stars
People rushing to get to work, to school,
With umbrellas and raincoats, looking all so cool
I do wish people stop a while and enjoy the rain,
Stop a while, smell the grass and not complain.
The rains are a time for newness and renewal
For a little pause in your life, before it turns a full cycle.
Memories and Such 