As I slumber, I hear the crickets outside,
See the AC’s light and feel the warmth of my blanket.
I smell my candle’s fragrance,
I feel like I can do anything.
I feel as though I am in a movie,
I gain the vision of my imagination.
The rain comes and goes
All that remains is the petrichor
Life moves on, as I slumber
As I feel spirited
I’m proud of who I’m becoming
but get along for the ride
if you want to see me refine it all.
I’m not trying to be who you are,
I want to be something I never thought I could be…
How beautiful is the moon
Hiding herself at noon.
Always guiding others with her light
Afraid they might lose sight.
I told you once and I’ll tell you again
This a poem about a magical moon.
Life is like a play
Sometimes it turns grey
So this is what I say
I can quit this play
But still have joy to spray
So I start to pray,
Let happiness forever stay
My dreams will all come true one day
Diwali’s here,
so no time to be mere.
Light up the Diya’s,
Lord Ram is here.
Mother’s in the kitchen
cooking a feast of pure delight.
Sweets on the table,
What a colourful sight!
Flavours of many,
There’s none I don’t like.
Time for the feast,
there’s bhujia and rotis.
There’s dal and samber.
There’s rice and rasam.
There’s dosas and chutney,
rusogullas and boondi!
And much more.
A feast made of pure love!
Diwali’s here,
So no time to be mere.
Yesterday I met a guy…
Mouse in my house
Eager to run
Desparate to hide
Lurking in the murky
A fearsome black panther
Ready to surprise
Steady to pounce
With a smile so white
And a smile so wide
Little did mouse know
There’s nowhere to go