Sunday, April 30, 2006

Haiku-Flights of Fancy

yellowish red flower

deeply grounded to the earth
on verge of flying


beautiful water drops
diamonds adorning your neck
tomorrow you wilt!

Soul- Searching

Who am I?
What am I?
Searching myself
In this mire
called life.

Hither and thither
Where do I look?

More precisely
What do I look?
If I had the answers
I wouldn’t be

Haiku---Walking Alone

Shimmering sunlight
Filtering in through the leaves
I walk so alone


Seek within yourself until it’s too late.

Do not wait for hand of fate

You will find yourself along the way

Don’t let obstacles let you sway

Face whatever comes without fear

All will fall into place ever so clear

Only when you set out and make a move

You can have something to prove

You owe it to yourself to try

You cannot just let your life fly

Only when you seek, you get

Keep saying this, lest you forget!

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Haiku reflected

Crimson greyish sky
water reflecting beautiful light
my mind so drab

Monday, April 24, 2006

Catch the one lie if you can!

There is so much truth in the saying “what goes around comes around.” I should know!

I have been educated in Lady Irwin Sr. Sec School in Delhi. I was a fairly good student. Though not exactly the teachers pet. Never could be! I was one of those students who could never sit still and was always asking questions. Most days I disrupted the class. My hand was up even before our teacher asked any questions. Punishments were wasted on me!

I did very well in my 10th board. So I was forced to take up Science subjects. I wished I had not done so well! I had wanted to take up humanities but my dad insisted I take up sciences! So here I was studying Physics, Mathematics, Chemistry, Biology and English. I took up painting as an additional subject. I was only interested in my English, Mathematics and Painting classes! (Now I am thankful to my dad though. I am deeply interested in the Physical Sciences!).

To cut a long story short, we had a very boring Physics teacher. He used to talk nonsense and never encouraged any questions in class. Pretty difficult for me. I found a perfect solution.

Right in front of him, I used to take out a romance novel and my lunch box. It was kind of adventure to read a novel and finish my Tiffin in class in front of the teacher. I did not get caught for a few days. He was rather dumb! (I know, not a nice thing to say for a teacher!) When he did see me, I was thrown out of the class. My dad was summoned to school. Poor dad. He couldn’t believe I could do this. All his three sons were angels and his only daughter, this! Needless to say, my dad was angry with me. He stopped talking to me. I was not sorry for what I had done but I did not like my dad going silent on me! Those were very painful days. But he came around eventually. How could he be angry for long with his favorite child?

But did I change? No. I became a backbencher and got on with my novels, food and drawing! But in retrospect I think my teachers let my by.

Now that I am a teacher, it has come a full circle! I have to deal with precocious kids, though not bad as I was. I pray that I never get a student like the way I was…..


Wrote it for a writing exercise a few months back! Most of it is true apart from a single lie!

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Addicted to lunes!

Write down whatever
takes your fancy on anything
in loony lune!


Dead calm sea
as far as I see
Onset of storm?

Monday, April 17, 2006

A few more fibonacci poems

month, cruel.
ah! monday morning
phew, yet another slogging day!


Can't I write
erotic poems?
What better than fibonacci!

More lunes.....

(3-5-3 words)

These loony lunes
are very interesting to compose
to the point!


(5-3-5 syllables)

lunes don't have to rhyme
if they do
that is not a crime


Sadness,why feel this way?
There is much
more to that in life


cruel summer months
parched earth,
awaiting the rains

Poetry based on fibonacci sequence

Poetry based on fibonacci sequence 1-1-2-3-5-8. These are the syllable counts, not words!

come on,
write one please!
just count syllables,
fibonacci will come easy.



warm feel
writhing to
your body in tune
blessings by heaven, bliss on the earth

Friday, April 14, 2006

LUNE.....American form of Poetry

The lune is an American form of poetry similar to the haiku. One way of writing a lune is to count the syllables: thirteen syllables are arranged in 5-3-5.

Thinking of a lune

to write down
nothing forms in mind

A second variation of the lune is to count the words: three words in the first line; five words in the second line; three words in the third line.

Write a lune

Set it to a tune
sing it aloud

Saturday, April 08, 2006


A moth
On the flickering flame.

A sun dying out
In the wake of twilight.

Mislaid in the arroyo
of my mind,
my ecstasy!