SILENT WIPE

The old year turns its leaf

The old year turns it's leaf for 

The new to follow,

Memories small and big are tucked in.

They wait for the fortunate one .

The hand, deserving one that would open.

The undiscovered moments edges by.

Posterity wold flip throgh...a smile here

A guaff there .

Will they be able to discern.

The loss of a dear one, the prank of a little one.

The tears of separation of a mother or the 

Harsh reason by a brother.

Peppered and salted would the seconds be.

The new year will trudge on pathes not taken.

No remorse, no regret.

We Close the book with another sigh.

Seasons come and pass by.

Lord Almighty when He from his heaven looks down and says..

'thou shall meet your DESTINY.'

Let us pray and wait for the best.

Adieu 2014

One Who Walks In Beauty

April born, weave your dreams with the month of gold.Be wrapped in sunshine and a wisp of smile.Your sheer presence spread a bevy in the routes.Let the rags of time hours days and month.Just fleet away with a feathered touch.May you have the power to eclipse your gloomy days with a wink.Our hearth your centre , our life your sphere.Let streaks of happiness, mirth lend a joyful sonnet.Bliss prevail your mystic solitude.Happy Birthday Dear.

A LEAF OUT OF THE CHILD's DIARY TODAY

Mother shouts get up it is 6.30 am.
Time for yoga says papa.
Start preparing for school it is well past time.

Did you complete your science project?
Wear black shoes today is Tuesday.
Bus, bus, hey run for the bus.

Maa shouts what about his tiffin?
Hell won't let loose if he misses his tiffin for one day.
Huffing and puffing the child reaches the bus door.
The bag causes his imbalance.
But he manages his step.

He waves back.
There is no smile on his lips.
Monotonous waving goes on.
Maa shouts...you must get the highest in Mathematics.

Assembly time .
Everything is so blurred .
Thud comes the sound.
Class teacher steadies him.

Silence follows albeit the child's listlessness.
He just gets prepared for the class to begin.
A leaf of a child's diary.
Going through the grind of EXPECTATIONS.

HELPLESSNESS

A word so small yet so significant.
An emotion so abstract...yet ..
Has the power to shake you within.

It comes like the  late  autumn.
Everything so dry and sere.
Reminding the mortals.

Limitations are the order.
Man works and works till exhaustion.
But there are moments when he says.
I just cannot stretch beyond.
I am helpless.