if love was a bed of roses

I’d lie on it forever

If love was a magic carpet

I’d fly on it forever

If love was a breath of fresh air

I’d breathe it forever

If love was sacrifices

I’d bequeath my world forever

If love was a beautiful poem

I’d recite it forever

If love was a passionate fire

I’d light it forever

If love was sunshine

I’d singe in it forever

If love was a pool of water

I’d sink in it forever

But love to me is you

And I will love you forever


Take me back to yesterday

You are so far away

It all seems like yesterday


No one to cook for

No one to eat with

No one to look for

No one to sleep with

No one to fulfil my day

It all seems like yesterday


No laughter no music

No footsteps no voices

Not even the tiniest

Sounds and noises

No one to talk to no one to listen

To all that I’ve got to say

It all seems like yesterday


No sunshine no rain

No wind and no cloud

This silence seems so loud

I want to scream this emptiness away

It all seems like yesterday


No one to hug me

No one to kiss me

No one to wipe my tear

No one to tease me

And also comfort me

When I tremble with fear

No one to rock me to sleep

No one to kiss me awake

I just have one wish to make

Give me back my joy

This moment this day

Just like it felt yesterday

Colors of Monday



Pink, Yellow, Brown, Green and White

My garden dances in sunlight

Mild breeze makes the trees sway

Wind chimes sing in tune to the glorious day

Birds peck at the fallen fruits and seeds

Violet flowers smile from between the weeds

A dog treads in to roll in the grass

Butterflies flit gaily amongst the flowers

Children skip to school sucking on toffee

I drink in all this along with my coffee. 


A Tribute to Ma on her 50th Bday



She looks delicate as 

a flower, but she’s 

got the power, to move

mountains for her child.

She puts up with every

strife and will even

take your life, should you

harm her child. 

She teaches her little 

one, lessons of life and 

fun, reliving her childhood

in the eyes of her

daughter or son. 

She’s a girl, she’s a 

woman, she’s a daughter

she’s a wife, but more

importantly, she’s a 

mother to whom her

children are her life.


Happy Birthday Ma. I love you and hope to live by the example your life has set for me. 

The Boiling Cauldron of Wishes




A cup of ghee

A frog’s left knee

Peel off a newt

Throw in a bandicoot

Pour in some wine

And a dying swine

A raven’s claw

A coyote’s paw

Grate some cheese

Shred some geese

The sun’s last ray

On an eclipse day

A mosquito

A black cat’s toe

A turkey’s crown

Fried golden brown

An ugly duckling

A lost penguin

A jelly fish

A man’s last wish

Cold salamander

Rotten coriander

A cougar’s tooth

A curse uncouth

Stir and whip

And dribble and drip

On a cloudless sky

When the moon is high

Serve this dish

With uncooked fish

He who eats this

Will have eternal bliss

And you can make him

Dance to your whim

Now let us see

You chant with me

Hubble- a- bubble- a- boo


Now that is some voodoo!!!



What makes you dance in such  frenzy?

What does the third eye see?

What makes the hills tremble at your feet?

Why the tiger skin as your seat?

The serpent on your neck, your wife at your side

The trident, the drum and the bull that you ride

Crescent moon and the Ganga adorn matted hair

Rudraksh, loin cloth, and torso all bare

Your attire, your way,

What does it convey?

Residing on mountains hidden from all

Never failing to answer even one despaired call

Eyes closed in meditation and throat glowing blue

A Yogi, a Siddha or God? Who are you?


As walls cave in and fear grips in

You can’t run you can’t hide

And shadows are chasin

From every side!

You turn left you turn right

You have no one alone you fight!

No matter where you go

Invisible eyes follow

Cold foggy hands

Grapple your throat

Leaving you hollow!

You are surrounded

by darkness and cold winter fog

at the back of your head

you hear a howling dog!

You smell terror everywhere

You want to scream out loud

You end up gasping for air!

Suddenly you fall as if from a swing

And before you hit the ground

You hear your alarm ring!!!

The Facade



What is the facade you’ve painted dear painter

Why are the doors shut tight?

Is there deep darkness within those doors

Or is there dancing sunlight?

Do we hear laughter and joy inside

Or is it just empty silence?

Does peace exist within those walls

Or does it have traces of violence?

Who lives there, perhaps a family with child

Or is it just ruins and debris?

Why do those doors have to be shut?

Why all this riddling mystery?