Lights of Rama, tickle my dreams

Lights of Rama
Tickle my dreams

Bless them the strength
To run on a gleam

Place upon a neat tree,
Nourish the brilliant bright

Mark them on arrowhead
Rama, hold your bow high
Let the arrow cross the stature of sky

This Diwali

ODOMC Launch

Flowers

Like a child,
my feet press the wet sand of the beach
and draw flowers
petals like sunflower, dog flower
petunia, gardenia, few daisies and dahlias

Waves come chuckling
hold them, smell them, pluck them
and run away,
taking along
the sand below my feet,
leaving a new canvas for me
to create new flowers
every moment, everyday, every month, every year

Snatching a baby

You can snatch someone's husband
But how will you give progenies a father with spotless character!

You can snatch a wife
But how will you win her true love and sensibility!

You can snatch money
But how will you value the pleasure of sweat!

You can snatch words
But how will you snatch thoughts and thinking behind those
thoughts!

You can snatch an idea
But how will you give birth to zest and imagination!

You can snatch someone's baby
But how will you nurture the baby!
As you can't lactate
You haven't borne the sweet birth pain
You have missed that first smile
The first, happy tear, from your eye
To watch a miracle
in your hands

Can you snatch a dream?

New Inspiration...

She felt like writing
after days of silence
Her perplexity screeched and searched for flowers( inspiration)
and she found
two petals, ten sub-petals
feet and fingers

ODOMC - Launch Teaser

My Sandals

My Sandals!
On you I stand,
Always!
Gosh!
I walk on you,
Always!

Running few times,
Slipping occasionally,
How you bear my weight uncomplainingly?

You and me, together -
Squeezing the morning dew drops,
Leaving the trail on green grass,
Pressing the wet sand of the beach,
Smothering in cowdung,
Toying with chair legs,
Hanging with laces,
Killing cockroaches.

Jumping on the dance floor,
Shining on the red carpet,

Head on,
with wall or sofa,
when thrown.

Getting drenched,
at my will or by accident.

Clinging with mud,
occasional polishing,
with lower rim of trouser.

Listening,
to prayers,
at the doorsteps
of temple.

Breaking,
silence of stairs.

Tapping the ground,
to the rhythm of a song.

Facing heat,
of non-stop roads.

Sometimes, you rest
on table, as I
relax cross legged on chair

an add on to my persona,
destiny unites us,
in a merchant shop.

I always chose you,
with passion :
new-fangled, the color, the style, the cost, the comfort…
and to satisfy
the need of occasion :
office meeting, party, morning walk, dinner, home…

Pride stings me
when my friends see the latest you

How patiently,
With time,
You adjust.

Your breathing space
Adapts
To the breathing of my foot

At times,
you give blisters
But, actually
you protect
from many to come
You are ever present for me

You live
For my comfort
Till you wither

I move on
hauling
unnoticed impudence
to buy a new you
with happy innocence