Pawn

A heartbeat, an impulse,an eyewash and mush
To you my heart,I dedicate this adrenaline rush

Swift in the fall, and quick in rise
Thus has become your story of life

Never to find the one true love, such was the destiny of this forlorn swain
Yet to flip on every sight , has been the flighty heart's might

Falling in Love, and rising by Dawn
Tis a game for me as this heart's pawn

Au Revoir

Today I come to remember the good old times
The feisty Managers and the gusty chimes

Spending the times of our life together,
Engrossed deep in conversation and laughter

Such is the enigma of our arena's environ
Impatiently we wait for the day to dawn

Tis the beauty of the years we have shared..
Aging soberly with the times gone by

Inspiration so divine and Vaulting ambition
Scaling the heights with rapturous rendition

Now I gaze at the star studded sky with misty eyes
Witnessing the moment of my journey's demise

Looking forward to meeting the doyens again
Here's my Au Revoir, until we meet again

The Magical Scout

She is bold and She has the beauty
Do welcome the scout celebrity

Gathering some butterflies and some smiles
She breezes past with all her vanity

Juggling her roles with all the finesse
She is a magic to behold thy sight

Creating a furore with her zeal and might
She is but the Almighty's delight

Many more birthdays are yet to roll
Hold this space for her magic to unfold

RUSTIC WINTER

Hide under the duvet and cover thy eider
Slowly creeps in frost of the mist

There is a wetness all around thy globe
Sublime is the aura of my abode

Frost and Haze has crept over the miles
Frothy is the winter and cold are the tilles

Burning the embers of a love so benign
Revels In thy heat O beloved, the forlorn swain

Spreading the warmth of love and sunshine bright
Thus Rejoices the Dove with all its might

Killing me softly with the beauty of the mystic
Hither arrives the Winter and its Rustic tranquility.

1,8,80 and Beyond

Kolor me red and Keep me in your eyes
I am The magical K and cynosure of all eyes

Starting the day with blessings of the Creator
I look forward with perseverance as my Mentor

Come and mark my arena O' Almighty
Here starts my rendezvous with prowess

Affluence of knowledge abounds my premises
I am now a pool of bubbling successes

Behold the trance of victory in Keane
Tis a Success story not so oft seen

The climb was slow but steady was my pace
Swaying with the rhythm of sucess,I have now won the race

Completing 8 years of toil and mirth
Today is the day of my glory's birth

To create a furore with my zeal and might
I am braced with the skills for the fight

Though wielding a considerable clout
I am a humble and modest scout

To hold aloft the flag of glory amassed
I reach the top and intend to stay on the mast

Many more birthdays are yet to roll
Hold this space for my magic to unfold

K's Magic

This poem is an ode to my organisation which also doubles up as my bread and butter and a home away from home !!!

Kolor me red and Keep me in your eyes
I am The magical K and cynosure of all eyes

Surging ahead with a speed so fast
I reached the top and intend to stay on the mast

That my glory has oft been spoken about
Here I am yet again the talk of the town

Though wielding a considerable clout
I am a humble and modest scout

Hiring and Firing was never my cup of tea
Retaining the best has been my forte

Rendering a swarthy look for my friendly rivals !
I overlook the minute and insignificant trivials

A glory's story repeatedly written by the Keanites
They made me and I maketh the dynamites

Let us come and bask in the magical limelight
Revel in K's magic and strive to make it more bright

Syllabus of Life

I am vulnerable and my naif creates a furore
Thus I beseech the grace of my mentor

I am thy student in the midst of a storm
Teach me those principles and the norms

Putting to rest all my inhibitions and glory
I come to thee with an inkling for a story

Bracing myself for a strife with emotions so pure
Readily I reckon the masters of cure

Gracing the occasion are my thoughts so vast
I cannot but learn the rules so fast

The arena is intense but the pace so lame
I too am but a pawn in thy game

I love the world but hate my neighbour
Confusing thoughts waste my fruits of labour

I work for thee but serve for none
Favours are partial and the damage undone

At every step along the semesters of life
I learn to grow but forget the strife

climbing the ladders of age so fast
I look back to remember the past

As I see the results of the years bygone
Years to come are dull but the old brightly shone

To grasp the new has been the syllabus of life
Beauty of goodness and purity of thoughts are rife

Wings Of Wax

Let me borrow some fire and rage from time
As the shores resound the music of the chime

I will now decide to re-invent the wheel
To go back in time riding high on the keel

Tis a story of Destiny and a steely resolve's tryst
A rapturous affair of ephemeral might

Stemming from the need to resist all pain
Strong Yearning and restlessness awaited the swain

A star studded sky and some misty eyes
Witnessed the moment of glory's demise

Going through the routine of the grind
He beholds the panache of the glorious mind

Rising from the flames of the fuming volcano
Trying in vain to overcome the inferno

Flying high to reach the dizzying heights
Pushing the steely resolve to all its might

Climbing to the heat of the mighty sun
He rose again with vengeance and fun

The winds were strong and brazen with fury
Alas his wings were weak and weary

But Such was the euphoria of the flight
He flew high and ignored his plight

Pausing to scorn at the devious and relax
He defied all odds with his Wings of Wax

A BRIEF HIATUS

I flew away high among the clouds
Where the serenity of nature abounds

That alice was lost in wonderland was so very true
I can now empathise with her highs and those blues

Astounding and Clandestine was the aura of bliss
I lost my mind and everything was amiss

To live in the idyllic eden was but a dream
The call of duty beckons me with a scream

I come back with a thud to ground reality
Harsh materialism and those bonds untidy

Herein lies my bread and the butter
Strive I must to regain my lost thunder

How I wish to toil a little less
Waiting for the winds and their silky caress

Those were the dreams of a life so amorous
I am now back after a brief hiatus

White Pacific

I wrote this poem while on my way to US.I came via tokyo so there was nothing much to see except the giant Pacific. I gave the Ocean my Emptiness and in return it gave me its Strength.


Flying high amidst the winds
These cotton balls are palatial in stature
As I strive to regain my sanity
The colossal Pacific catches my fancy

The mighty Pacific and the Oh So Beautiful Pacific
Sometimes ruthless and Bohemian and yet so chic
The flights of fancy have changed my composure
I feel so humble before these Forces of Nature

A jewel in precious crowns in God's ornate
Such is the Pacific's esteemed state
Neatly laid out beauty on its surface
The clouds are but its frothy furnace

Lush greens and the frothy waves
Reds of the soil and the men suave
A riot of colors like an artist's palette
This is the glimpse of Pacific the great