POEMS!!!

mind brews!

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Sat, 21 May 2011 07:00:00 +0000

I have a racing heart

And am anxious too

I am trying to focus

But my mind refuses to

I remember weakened will

It adds to my raising pulse

Whatever’s bothering, escapes me

And grips my conscious

I hope it is a caffeine overdose

But I know that is not true

Restless, anxious, unable to focus

I await my mind’s new brew.

time has wings

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 07:00:00 +0000

Time has grown wings
There used to be a breeze
but now a wind blows...

What is this tune?

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 08:00:00 +0000

I hum this tune, all day all the time

I cannot get it out of my head

It has been there forever

And overwhelms me at unexpected times

With it comes nostalgia

As if they go together

And then I cannot get either out

Until they choose to themselves

It is such a pleasant tune

It must’ve been really special

Peaceful like meditation

Fresh like the dew

Dizzy after turning in circles

like the clean breeze in the face.

Its probably the memory

Of some special moment

What it was, what it is

I seem to be missing by a little bit.

I smell happy thoughts that bring me joy,

When I hum this tune, all day, all the time.

It smells like home today

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 21 Jan 2011 08:00:00 +0000

When sometimes early in the morning
I wake up but am not awake yet
I hear the birds chirping outside
and imagine the cooker's whistle going off
and I transport to a different time
And it smells like home around.

I make myself breakfast
and get ready for work
but I cant get my mind off
the thoughts of happy home.
Sometimes I forget while
I sip on my morning coffee
That I am not at home
and that it is far away.

And I revel in the trance
that I am home and it is wonderful

Flurries today!

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 07 Jan 2011 08:00:00 +0000

Every time I look out the window

My heart makes up words

To explain what I see

And seldom are they really enough

We have flurries today

Oh what a beautiful sight

White cotton balls floating

I wish there were other words to describe.

I love dull & gloomy days

Is that really so bad

I like them sunny too

And whatever way they come.

When it is cloudy,

Soon there will be rain…

And oh I so love the water

And the smell of wet terrain

Or it may snow

Or we could have flurries

And everything looks real nice

Like a happy picture post card.

But you know this already

For I write and I write

About the pretty weather,

Always, all the time.

On & on

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Sat, 11 Sep 2010 16:00:00 +0000

I breathe fresh air, with lingering smells
of last night's rain and the morning fumes.
I hear crickets and the sound of tires
and that of the planes flying overhead..

Behind the curtain of very tall trees,
I see parts of the houses in the lane behind.
Like the ticking clock in my living room
everything seems to be working on time..

Like a machine my world goes on.
And time passes by and life goes on.

Be a Child...

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 19:00:00 +0000

Jump up, till your shins hurt
till your breath is all that holds you up

turn around in circles small
till your eyes roll and you got to sit down

run and run till you can no more
till you can hear your heart pumping

Reach up high like you can touch the sky
reach till the tips of your toes can hold no more

Do something that transforms you back
to the times when you were just a child
When things were simple and life was easy
worries were about mom finding you out
How oblivious you were before life happened
to what it could bring to you.

Do something that is innocent and honest
That has no understanding of having grown up
Do it today, do it now... just get up and out...
Try hard for once, to be something. Be a child.

Snowy evening - Robert frost

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 28 May 2010 07:00:00 +0000

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert frost

fickle weather

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 21 May 2010 07:00:00 +0000

On days like today,
I dont know my mood..
Like the moving clouds,
my mood tends to move.

I am not inspired
I am not excited
Too much is normal
too much to think
too much routine
Its such a stink.

Well, to be honest
its not really bad
Its just that I need
a change, just a tad
To find something
that is exciting
Something unfinished
that will do too....

Oh I dont know what to do
I dont like this mood
I dont like the weather today
Its a little too blue
One minute it rains
the other it gets sunny
There is thunder and lightning
and suddenly there isnt any.

Just so fickle!!

Scream?

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 14 May 2010 18:52:00 +0000

I woke up with a start
I dint know why
Something was different,
but what?

Drenched in sweat
I tried to listen
All I heard was
my pounding heart!

Shadows on my wall,
Dancing all they can
shouldnt there be one
for every one light?

It was dark outside,
Or was it twilight?
It was early in the morning,
It was barely 4.
why would I wake up?
what for?

I heard it then,
it wasnt very subtle
Loud and Flashing,
the thunder storm...
I remembered then
there had been a warning..
The hail on the panes
And the wailing wind
The sound of water
hitting everything

A nightmare, a dream...
This is what I woke up to
like I had heard a scream.

Where is the sun???

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 07 May 2010 07:00:00 +0000

I havent seen the sun
oh its been so long
I look out the window
and wait for the dawn

Its not bad, this weather around
but where is my beloved sun?
I like the breeze, the smell of rain
I like the drops of water splashing
I love the way there is always a rainbow
but I miss the sun and the warmth

The moon hasn't come either, to accompany me
the stars have deserted me too..
I blame it all on the missing sun...
I blame him for my mood.

Where is the sun, its been too long
It was never like this before..
Even when it was cold and white
when the snow hid the ground,
even when it was hard to walk
without lots of layers,
The sun was out with glorious charm
and threw little sparkles of light.

I want my sun, and the warmth that comes
when it is bright and not so gloomy!!
I want it right now and I know i cant
have it as I please just so easy.

Block

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 08:00:00 +0000

I am trying I swear, I have changed color,
and also the page...
But I cannot get, more than words few,
out of my head .

Am I trying too hard?
or has it been too long?
my moods are not bad,
in my head, there's my song!
I love the weather,
the snow is gone though,
warm it seems around
a walking I can go...

But I wonder what the matter is,
I cant come up with anything,
for weeks so long I have been
trying to, but not writing.

I know there will be a flood
after a little time
To block, I may try,
but I cant, this heart of mine.

For now, I am going to wait
and please bear with me.
for I write for my mind
and my heart within.
And both of them seem to be
waiting for a sign
to tell them its time, let go
a rushing they will come and rhyme...

snow

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 08:00:00 +0000

Sheets of white..
to my eyes delight..
cotton that floats..
that brightens the night..

As I mark my way..
on this canvas of snow..
I think its metaphoric..
for everyone's now..

Sometimes my car..
skids like a state..
and sometimes it zooms..
like in a race..

But the breathtaking view..
has my spirits high and up..
Enjoy it while its here..
before you know, it will stop..

Snowmen and sleds..
little kids in sweaters..
walks in the plaza ..
at the window, writing letters..
At the coffee shop..
making excuses to stay..
to watch the snow..
falling in the day..

Being late for everything..
and blaming it on the weather..
Drying clothes and shoes,
I dont know why I did bother.
Listening to blues..
and dimming the lights..
imagining it is another..
one of the fairy tale nights...

I think its cheerful..
to see the bright night,
and imagine its full..
of miracles out of sight.

Pablo Neruda - I do not love you

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 08:00:00 +0000

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda

I stared at the screen

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 08:00:00 +0000

I stared at the screen.
I had no clue.
what was I looking for,
I dint know. Its true!!

It was monday morning
and I was so delighted
to get to work, to dress up
I was so excited...

With new songs in the Ipod
a spring in my step
when the alarm went off,
out of bed, I had leapt...

I wanted to get to work
and start with this zeal
Who would have thought
this is how fate would deal...

I stared at the screen.

I had no clue.

what was I looking for,

I dint know. Its true!!

Colors on my wall

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 08:00:00 +0000

On the walls in my home
there are splashes of color
like little drops of water
on dry desert land

The rest of the walls
are all plain and fair
with black frames
and dark wall decor

When I first got them
I thought they were good
like there was clarity
in my day, in my mood

But now they lay heavy
on my mind when I see
they make me think of all
the possibilities they could be..

I tried to give them away
but I cant take them down
every time I try, I put them all back,
each and every one...

I really like the colors
that are bright and gay....
Maybe I will put the others away,
not today but some other day.

Fresh Start?

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 00:05:00 +0000

Not a new life

not a new day...

it is just a day

that followed yesterday

And somehow I think

Of new beginnings

and of new horizons,

resolutions and goals

Everything was alright

but somehow I feel lighter

like some heavy cloud has passed,

and the day has gotten brighter

Oh but it has been snowing

and has not snowed harder

Though I enjoy it as much

I am wishing for it to get warmer.

It is just another day

but I like to pretend

as my heart is full of hope

to keep it that way, I intend

That this is a fresh start,

one full of possibilities

the beginning of another

adventure, an opportunity.

fight?

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 15:00:00 +0000

I foresee a battle
to fight whom I know not
Its how it is before a storm
seems calm, it is not...

Something tells me prepare
for there will be no time
to think about present and past
you wont be able to pause not pine

Gather your bearings for its a fight
only think of what you need
let alone the games and play
let alone the comics you read...

Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 16:00:00 +0000

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that destruction by ice
Is also great
And would Suffice.
- Robert Frost

I hear music in everything today....

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 15:00:00 +0000

Maybe it is music, maybe it is just me,
maybe to look at things, another way,
whatever it is, it is true..
I hear music in everything today.

Humming birds, humming tunes,
thats music we all think too..
the computer's cooling fan,
the condenser stuttering,
it is funny it seems like
everything is singing
Crisp leaves under my foot,
the rock song on the speaker
the rhythm of dry trees
when the breeze nudges them,
the drizzling water,
the splashing puddles
even the sound of the locking cars...

Maybe it has something to do
with my latest ear phones
maybe they were jinxed
to make the wearer music, hear..

Is something wrong with my ears
or twisted is my mind..
it all seems like a design,
like everything follows a composition..

I guess it is music after all...
Oh well, I hear music in fall :)

Flowers, Colors and the rain...

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 16:00:00 +0000

In the balcony I have

plants in several ceramic pots,

plants that stay green

and those that flower lots...

Religiously I would everyday

check on their well being,

direct the ivy to go up railings

take out dry leaves and weeds...

I would water them and clean up the area

and talk to them happy thoughts

I wonder if they listened...

I have petunias that are

white, lavender, pink and purple

Little red flowers that grow in bunches

and tiny little yellow roses...

I also have onions and jalapenos

and sprouts of pulses planted..

you know, parsley and corriander

and a little ginger too...

But they wouldnt bloom...they wouldnt grow

They would look fine but there was no color

and the ivy wouldn't climb up the string

the petunias would be green but not one flower....

And then it rained.

And then came the rain, oh just too heavy
The days were dull, and evenings so dark..
Windy and cold, all the while cloudy
it wouldn't stop and would pour and pour....
it would ruin your clothes if you stepped out
and made the days and the mood so sour...

And then I looked out, at 10 one morning,
it was still twilight, that suddenly grew bright....

There was now color,

color in the balcony

there are petunias of all colors

the ivy is long and up the railing

the yellow roses so many

have covered the little rose pot

and the red bunches of stars

look like they are smiling...

Also the onions have broken
and new green leaves have sprouted
the spices look good
and there is a jalapeño plant bush...

The rain doesn't seem so bad now
when I sit amidst the colors
and think about how there is a rainbow
after all of the heart's worries

Ithaca - Constantine Peter Cavafy

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 04:00:00 +0000

As you set out for Ithaka,

Hope your journey is long,

Full of adventure, full of awakening.

Do not fear the monsters of the old

You will not meet them in your travels

If your thoughts are exalted and remain high'

If authentic passions stirs your mind, body and spirit.

You will not encounter fearful monsters ,

If you don't carry them within your soul,

If your soul doesn't set them up in front of you..

Hope your road is a long one.

May there be many summer mornings when,

with what pleasure, what joy,

you enter harbors you're seeing for the first time;

may you stop at Phoenician trading stations

to buy fine things,

mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,

sensual perfume of every kind-

as many sensual perfumes as you can;

and may you visit many Egyptian cities

to learn and go on learning from their scholars.

Keep Ithaka always in your mind.

Arriving there is what you're destined for.

But don't hurry the journey at all.

Better if it lasts for years,

so you're old by the time you reach the island,

wealthy with all you've gained on the way,

not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.

Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.

Without her you wouldn't have set out.

She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you.

Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,

you'll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.

-Constantine Peter Cavafy

Happily Ever After

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 00:17:00 +0000

Did you hear it isn't the end

if it is not 'Happily ever after' !

In the stories we have read,

and the ones we are in,

they say there is a

'Happily ever after'.

Hope, it creates,

inspiration, to dream...

that there exists a unique

'Happily ever after'.

for everyone, everywhere...

it seems to the point

to find and reach their own

'Happily ever after' !

It is quite interesting that

I am a part of somebody else's

and they are a part of my

'Happily ever after' !

fast was it?

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 16:00:00 +0000

Did time pass by like it does all the time?

I think it did a double speed this year...

Only yesterday was I happy about fall

and here it is again in its splendor all

cool breeze in warm sunshine

days to read books outside

such a relief after the summer hot

how about a walk tonight?

Did time pass by like it does all the time?

I think it did a double speed this year...

Were we not worried just the other day

if things would go the way we plan

and here we are after everything has passed

as best as it could and would and it did

such peace I feel after its done

how about we dont talk about it?

Did time pass by like it does all the time?

I think it did a double speed this year...

There are already new worries

and new plans and it seems

it was just now that we were relieved...

There are new goals and places

we need to work on to get to and see

how about we work on those cases

Maybe it will be slow this time..

there is so much to do, so little time...

Daffodils - William Wordsworth

noreply@blogger.com (M A) — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 03:14:00 +0000

Daffodils - William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Every month, there will be one of these... Just like that:)