Tripping

Tripping


Cloud chased by the wind
Trips over the moon to drop
Gathered shining stars


--shubha

Awakening dreams

Awakening dreams

Golden light filters
Lingering dreams gather gilt
Sleepy mist stretches


--shubha

Homework battles

Homework battles

Tears, threats, refusals, tirades
Make up the daily homework crusades

Complaints " You never let me have any fun"
Threats , " You will never see your game control till the work is done"

A snack, a back rub , many a cajoling, later
Finally sit down to get to the matter

Finish up quickly, to my disbelief
Homework complete, to everyone's relief

Tomorrow there will be another battle story to tell
But until then, alls well that ends well

--shubha

Phoenix

Phoenix

When you left
Drew a dagger out
To leave behind, my jagged breath
Carried away our songs
To leave a hard lump in my throat
Took away all warmth
To leave my heart cold, frozen
Butterflies in my stomach followed you
Leaving a never ending void
Barren, breathless, cold, leaden

Yet from this emptiness
I will wring out the last drops
Of laughter, life, love
Rise again
Blaze into being
Ever the Phoenix

--shubha

A red carpet story

A red carpet story 

A million lights flash

To loud thunderous applause 

A green earth sashays 

--shubha 

The Miracle cure

The Miracle cure

Did you know Kanan 's old grandpa is sick

The rumor, traveled the village quick

And the village gathered to commiserate 

The young daughter-in-law,educate

It is very sad , the end is nigh

In hushed whispers, they did sigh

Advised,to put him on a diet of thin rice gruel

To ask his body to digest anymore would be cruel

Each passing day poor Thatha* remained unwell

Villagers shook their heads, waited for the funeral

Until the schoolmaster's son returned  to everyone's delight

A doctor, the village's future bright

Who knew that little imp, the naughtiest in the crowd,

Would one day,make the village proud

Off he went to see Kanan, his old friend, heard the tale

Of his ailing grandpa, so sick,so frail

Moved by the sight of a once jolly man, broken, bent

Asked to be left alone,with his patient

Came out grave, stern, face creased with care

There is still hope, he did declare

The treatment is complicated, for it's efficacy

I must insist on it's completely privacy

Every morning, the young doctor arrived as norm

A neatly wrapped newspaper package under his arm

By and by,to the surprise of all

Thatha recovered with each doctor's call

Until one day , to the exclamation of all and sundry

He sat up and declared he was very hungry

The village came together to celebrate 

The young doctor, on this miracle cure, felicitate

Asked the headman his reverent best

Would the doctor,kindly share his secret ?

The doctor seemed abashed , amused too

Said it was no miracle cure, he knew

Old man was tired of the gruel diet, he led

Begged for some idlis instead

The idlis I bought him from the nearby store

Are the reason, for his own cure

The old man chuckled , and said

No my son, it was your kindness, instead

And when all else fails , kindness is the miracle cure

That stems by grace, from hearts pure.

--shubha 

Watermelon summers

Watermelon summers


On hot, sticky afternoons

Meet me with a smile

Let your ice-cold juice trickle

Down my parched throat

As you melt in my mouth

With a satisfying crunch

Comfort of memories

Of many childhood summers

Held together in a triangular slice

Of sweet,juicy watermelon




--shubha