This is a poem that really didn't come to me that spontaneously. Even the title took me really long to figure out. My mind was overflowing with so many thoughts and I almost thought that it would be impossible to get it all out on paper. This poem is based on a few incidents from my life where I repeatedly saw my family's fault and felt that others were my real well wishers. But each time when I fell, it was them who actually helped me get back up on my feet. Maybe I still am young to skillfully see through people and their intentions. I don't really blame anybody, for every fall that they caused made me stronger and got me closer to my family. 

Flight

Two steps at once

A leap or two

I'm far from being sad

Done being blue

I'm sweet and young

A bird so free

I leave my cage 

I leave my tree

Fly over each mountain

Taste the breeze

Feel the sunshine

My soul release

Let the rain

Wash my each scar

I realize

I have gone too far.

I see around

Find nowhere to go

My home? My family?

My world goes slow

Darkness approaches

Vultures fly by

I regret having left

I regret having tried.

With my hopes all lost

I cry away

Just then I see

Life coming my way

My family, they were there

They take me back

To warmth and care

What here I did lack.

I realize my sin

Impatience to be free

Before I even knew

What out there could be

I heard my family

Each time since then

I patiently wait

To fly again....

This is a poem I had written last year when I had first witnessed this amazing phenomenon-The Mumbai Rains. Unfortunately, it didn't rain much last year but whatever I experienced was enough for me, a former Delhiite. Nevertheless, I really do hope it rains cats and dogs this year. I'm sure I'm not the only one who adores the monsoons so much! It truly is my favourite season. Here is an ode to the rains. Hopefully I have been able to capture its beauty and nature that is sometimes naughty, sometimes nice, coated with sugar and filled with spice!

Mumbai Rains

A clear white sky is what I see
The raging sun burns down on me
My mind stops working and I feel low
Suddenly cool winds start to blow.

Stealthily dark clouds appear
The sky is left grey, unclear
Thunder, lightning come in power
Followed by a thunder shower.

Now it seems like the clouds just burst
To quickly quench poor earth's thirst
The world around me has gone dim
The Arabian Sea fills to its brim.

The rain retreats leaving puddles behind
Soon dark clouds get hard to find

The sky looks clear, the sun shines bright
Traffic jams become a common sight.

Sometimes naughty, sometimes nice
They fill our lives with sweet and spice
Unpredictable and never plain
The Mumbai Rains are here again!


Antara

Pearls Of Wisdom

Do what you want and say what you want because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind....