Tired

Some days, I am tired of everything,
nothing in particular, yet anything,
routines of morning and evening,
tasks in general and during.

What should I do?
change my thinking or my to-do.
may be, I will need to do both,
thoughts and actions to move forth.

Feelings are important to set the stage,
but doing is what will open the cage.
I will begin with positive thinking,
follow up with actions to stop sinking,

Both will have to come together to my rescue,
mind and matter connection is not new,
one cannot be used for another in lieu,
each has a place on the human life pew.

Rich thoughts without actions are empty,
and actions bereft of feelings are not plenty.
both will have to join hands,
to help me reach new lands.

Failed promise

He said- “I am sorry,”
did not intend to cause anger or worry,
raised his voice/hand once more,
but said, will not happen anymore.

Once again a false assurance,
Or will he keep his words and patience.
Triggers in life will not end,
I can wait and pretend.

Think of ways to prevent his reactions,
change my ways and actions,
but, if not one, than another,
he will always find a cause for bother.

It's not me, but him,
With emotions always on the brim.
Has not learnt to communicate,
wants, emotions or reciprocate.

Is his illiteracy my burden,
How will I live and my children?
Isn’t a compromise worth it?
Will my home not benefit?

I tried but failed,
Marriage couldn’t be bailed.
Once more, his ways did not change,
Decades of patriarchy not ready for exchange.

Meeting Me

Letters from the past,
are a memory blast.
Met myself from three decades ago,
Via writings from a loquacious pro.

She spoke with spontaneity,
Chuckled without scarcity,
a perky personality,
enveloped with vivacity.

Has time changed her?
And responsibilities molded her?
Have some experiences hardened her?
And others softened her?

The extra pounds on the waist,
Reveal only a partial tale in haste.
As do the growing silver streaks in her hair,
Or the lines on the forehead that stare.

The real story is known to a few,
Of struggles that came to skid and slew,
Family and friends-old and new,
Helped and healed scars that life drew.

How will rest of life play?
Will more challenges come on the way?
Are there any new dues to pay?
Or will calm and happiness stay?

Time will reveal in due course,
Higher power’s unknown morse,
Good karma is the only recourse,
That wise ones emphasize and endorse.

Hope

In a bag of emotions,
hope is a potent potion.
Promise of persistence,
Desire for fulfillment of a vision.

An itch, a hankering,
a wish for a miracle,
a last straw, a longing,
a personal pinnacle.

A logic defying craving,
wishes on life’s ascend,
maybe, day dreaming,
or to simply transcend.

Hope can be a deep yearning,
stubbornly defying reasoning,
In rain, wish of sunshine,
blossoming of flower on dry vine.

Pining for good results after a test,
when nerves astray, from east to west,
like a desired end to a thriller,
hope is  both a pillar and a glimmer.

Small Steps

Yesterday I did the prep,
Today I took a few step(s).
Tomorrow I will walk,
Day after I will run and talk.

Growth happens in increments,
Not on commands or sentiments.
We thrive at different place and pace,
Life is no contest or race..

From a seed to sapling to tree,
Germination cannot be rushed,
This is just how it happens to be,
Cannot be pressured, persuaded or pushed.

Everything and everyone has a time to bloom,
There’s no reason for glum and gloom,
Nature dances to its own tune,
Neither late nor soon.

Sad days

Some days are just sad,
Seems nothing can be done or had,
Despite best effort to not feel bad,
Things don’t work in direction of glad.

Are those times just to be endured?
Hoping clouds clear, equanimity restored,
Sadness and sorrow cured,
And normalcy implored.

Sadness imparts vital life lesson,
Like power of slowing down and small action,
Retrospection and self suggestion,
Merits of inner connection.

We learn enhanced appreciation for happy times,
And also to take the sad in the stride,
Strategies to rise above the situational grime,
Dust off and pick up to enjoy the ride.

Sitting with Thoughts

What did you do today?
I sat with my thoughts.
My inquirer asks-“what?”
Then, a sly smile and naught.

Some ask- how can you love to be with yourself?
I wonder-why is it tough to be with oneself?
My thoughts are great company.
Take me on old and new journey.

Is it unusual to enjoy company of self,
Undisturbed like a book on a shelf,
Thoughts can take you on unique trip(s),
To destinations that quickly flip.

What makes us seek continuous new stimulation?
Are new apps, games and devices - a real solution?
Or just a digital addiction-
Taking us away from pure imagination.

When newer stimulations promise pleasure,
Undistracted thinking is a rare treasure,
Reminiscing ideas at leisure,
Is without measure.

Thanksgiving

Thanks for this life,
For all that has been rife,
Thanks for the lessons,
Without them, I would not be this person.

Feeling gratitude is not tough,
Once we look beyond the rough.
Roses too come with thorn,
Challenges in life are to be borne,

Some days will be fast, others-slow,
Some bring contentment, others not so.
Life teaches to take all in stride,
And stand tall in high and low tide.

Life is a miracle,
Cherish it as a spectacle,
Experiences are to savor,
Like foods with different flavor.

Judgements incite unrest,
Abstaining works best,
Live and let live is the way,
Leading to peace, harmony and hay.
 

Walking With Mom

Going for a walk with my mom was not easy,
Frequent stops of hellos would make me dizzy,
I wondered why she would smile at so many,
Time is also a precious penny.

Now I understand why she stopped to greet,
For many, her smile and hello  was their daily treat.
She understood-old age is lonely and hard,
Not many halt to say hello in the yard.

Now, I understand why she was perky and patient,
My perspectives on life were naive and nascent,
Sharing concerns are what make us humane,
Though, chides during youth were in vain.

Now, I understand, life is more than a series of chore(s),
I too, one day, will be old with a reputation to ramble and bore,
Narrate old tales, health troubles, and older lore,
Others too will be interested in other things more.

I too will wish someone would stop and talk,
Smile and greet and ask me about my walk.
I too will wish someone would not be in a hurry,
Stop, smile, small-talk and not want to escape and scurry.

Trapeze Artist

Balance in life is a tease,
Not practiced with ease,
Since we like routines that please,
Over stretching to the point of disease.

Equilibrium is the art of a trapeze artist,
Trying, falling, and retrying the circuit,
One can see- it’s not easy to travel this orbit,
Balancing our heads and hearts is the hardest,

Destination for all is the rope’s end,
Till fate says your time is spend,
And no more remains to lend,
This balance is a dance with myriad twists and bend.

While new experiences enrich,
Slowing and savoring  has its own precious niche.

I cherish my alone time,
And also enjoy company sometime,
Sharing experiences are precious dime,
But being with one’s thoughts is sublime.