Free of freedom

What does freedom mean to you?

It’s free

If I don’t have to pay

For all, that I do

And there is no one

to ask or say

It’s free

If, there is no bind

To go wherever I want

With none to seek,

nothing to find

It’s free

If I am in love

With all that I like

And when

there is none, that I don’t

I am free

When I feel free

When there is no need

To tell and prove,

that I am free

When there is no

Rhyme or reason

No purpose, no goal

Even to be free

That would be freedom

And anything else

that needs to be…

Yes, it available on order

Well as they say, there is an opportune time for everything.

It feels amazing to finally share this achievement with all of you. My book, Me Verses Me, published by BookLeaf Publishing, is now available to order on Amazon.”

I am a passionate writer. But was a reluctant author. I was prodded and egged on by my daughter Anjali who remained steadfast in pushing me to complete a set of 50 poems.

“A book of tussle.
A tale of churn.
To find the Me
Dissolved in Me”

Do let me know how it echoes in you. Will look forward to your honest feedback 😊🥰

All those I see

List the people you admire and look to for advice…

The list is long

Of all those I see

It’s the man on the street

The woman too

Or any other version of god

The eyes that meets me half way

And the ones that avert

The asleep one, on the bus

The talkative one, on the flight

The wife

The daughters

The parents, friends and family

The world outside

And the bigger one inside

Above all

The one that stares at me,

in the mirror

No more, No less

How do you unwind after a demanding day?

Those days

When the clocks were wound

Firm twists

To last them, all day round

Every morning I would get up

And give it the mandatory twists

I knew how much, was just enough

From the pain in my wrist

If it was mild

it would be fine

If it was severe

It was sure to cause a tear

Never did I unwind

It would be unwise

So just the right twist

Was the key

No more

No less

Bird shit on my windscreen

Bird shit
Bird shit on my windscreen 
I don’t want to see it
But to my eye, 
it’s always seen

the unfortunate coincidence  
So exactly on mark
Same spot, chosen by the bird
And, by me to park

I drove along
Distracted
and a bit irritated
By how the bird destroyed my day

Deep down I knew
But never acknowledged 
That for this act of omission
nothing the bird could do or say

Yet it remained in my mind
Therefore in my sight
Making me miss the blue skies
And the lovely day, so bright

And then 
The music played 
And I watched the stain
Glide across the sky in tune

I watched the blotch 
Travel with me
Guiding me through the turns
songs of mine, I heard it croon 

Slowing me down 
To a leisurely pace
Making conversation 
Of thing I needed to say

I never said a thing
Yet it silently heard
Every feeling
Every unsaid word

A friend I made
In a unexpected situation 
Moving from a negative 
To a positive orientation

We reached our destination
It remained steadfast in my frame
Suddenly well recognised
Maybe without a name

I knew it will be washed off
Obliterated without a trace
I will not see it tomorrow 
On my windscreen, it’s stipulated space

I should not be missing it
But I feel I will, somehow
You see, the bird shit on the windscreen
Was a friend of mine now