BROKEN PROMISES

 

Each time you made a promise

Anticipation took me to a world

Of expectation, a world of hope

Where wishes came true

And dreams became real

Where there was always something

To look forward to…..

 

Passing time……frequent reminders….

But never happening….

Just putting me off….

With more words….more hope…

Saying the right things

At the right time

Without meaning them…..

 

Yet I clung on….finding excuses…

Wanting to believe you…

But unable to….as the distance

Between your words and your actions

Kept growing….and I realized

What is important to me

Is not as important to you…..

 

I heard the noiseless tinkling

Of my illusions shattering

Destroying my faith in your promises

Hurting badly….and finally letting go

Of my trust in your empty words….

Afraid to hope…..afraid to believe

In your words anymore….

Old Songs

The feeling of nostalgia

On hearing old songs

Teasing the heart

Into remembering…

An era long gone

But not forgotten..

Buried under a heap

Of new memories

And experiences…

Struggling to surface

Evoking recollections

Of an age of innocence

Freedom and harmony..

Lost… yet appearing

Within reach

Happy…. Yet tinged

With sadness..

Seeming like

Another lifetime…

Another existence….

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A Poetic Recipe

On a street corner

At the end of a day

Eating an omelette

The "thattukada" way....

Watching it happen

Is also a treat

Pure visual stimulus

Before you actually eat.....

Breaking an egg

Into a glass

Beating with a spoon,

Forming a frothy mass...

Chopped onion, chillies

And some coriander too

A dash of pepper and salt

To see you through....

Poured on a "tava"

Greasy and hot

Spread out evenly

Like a work of art....

Sizzling and simmering

The smell wafting up

A flick of the wrist

And it is done....

Served on a plate

A steamy delight

You savour the aroma

Before your first bite.....

Spicy and fluffy

Looking so tempting

You can wait no longer

But tuck right in....

After the rain.....

Waking up after the rain

to a glorious, wonderful day

stretching and smiling to itself…

with patches of sunshine

between darker, cooler shadows

A newly washed sky

hung out to dry

glowing a brilliant blue…

White clouds…like curtains

billowing in the breeze

The leaves shining

clean and sparkling green…

glowing with a radiance

giving a luminous tinge

to the surroundings….

The sun beaming down

breaking into sparkles

shining in every puddle

reflecting rainbows

dazzling the eyes

Raindrops swinging on

electric and telephone wires

glittering like jewels…

basking in the sun

reluctant to let go….

A day full of magic,

hope and possibilities

A chance to celebrate

the beauty around

and life in all its glory….

Haiku

Autumn afternoon....

Dried leaves floating around

....Like butterflies....

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ALONE

We are born alone

And we die

Alone….

We make our choices

And shape our future

Alone…

We take decisions

And make up our mind

Alone….

We face challenges

And fight our battles

Alone…..

We seize our chances

And follow our heart

Alone…..

We make mistakes

And learn from them

Alone….

We accept life

And come to terms with it

Alone…

We let go of expectations

And pursue our dreams

Alone….

We make compromises

And find our happiness

Alone…

We may not be lonely

But we are always

Alone….

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IT’S A DOG’S LIFE…..

 This little bundle became a part of our lives eight years ago.....

Alfie Kurup, love and cherish you....

Wagging his tail joyfully

He greets me at the doorstep

with undisguised pleasure

Making me feel so welcome...

At least there was someone

Genuinely pleased to see me

And not ashamed to show it….

Yet all he wants is…….

A friendly pat

A kindly hug

And a loving look…….

All so easy to give

Yet so rarely given…….

His little heart overflowing

With unconditional love...

His soft, melting eyes

Speaking innumerable languages

His silent acceptance of things

Inspite of changes and turmoils…….

Tied up at intervals

According to our whims

Waiting to be taken out

Whenever we have time

His freedom restricted

To suit our fancies……..

Does he miss his family?

Does he feel homesick?

Does he know of God?

Does he have a religion?

Does he wonder at the world?

Does he think of Death?

Does he have dreams of his own?

Or does he just sit and watch

Life passing by in front of him………

Taking each day as it comes………?

Moving out

As I move out of your life

Into my own….all that remains

A rumpled bedcover….

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The Eternal Question

Life's full of questions

As we ponder its meaning..

and purpose....

We go through the motions

of living...or what we consider

to be living....

with a beginning and

a definite end...

the presence of breath

and the absence of it...

being the deciding factor

Is that all life is about?

the journey from birth to death

as if all that happened 
in between.... is not real.......

Is there a cosmic plan?

Do we play our parts

pulled as puppets on strings?

or is it just a dream?

The happiness that we feel...
the heartaches we go through....
the search for love....
the need to belong....
Do they remain after we move on
or do they also end with us?
Do we leave behind nothing
but memories......

Unanswered eternal questions.....

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Still Waiting

I remember those summer evenings after school

Dashing into the house to change

And dashing out again to play

The basketball court beckoned to us……..

A place to meet…to play…

To be part of a team….to grow…

To win….to lose….to learn…

To be there for each other…..

      The thump of energetic feet

Keeping pace with the dribbling ball

Playing in the spirit of the game

The constant challenge to net the ball

The gleeful laughter, the disappointed sighs

The failures, the euphoric highs

The battles won and lost, the lessons learnt…….

More valuable than school

Today it stands silent and alone….

Waiting for children who never come

Looking at the sky and bemoaning

The early loss of childhood…..

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