Sunset at Aao Nang Beach

A chilled drink in hand

My swimsuit clinging to my skin

After hours of skipping and splashing

I’m seated, relaxed from within.

Like the artists pallete

The sky a canvas sprayed with hue

Sunlight peeking past the clouds

Dipping from the pink and purple to blue.

The ocean sparkling like a night sky

The last of sunlight glimmering on waves

While the sun descends ever so softly

While at the beautiful sight I gaze.

I watch a boatman return from the last ride

I watch a toddler in wet sand play

The breeze, the sight, unwinding at Aao Nang

The end to a blissfully perfect day.


Mother Nature


When I wake up in the morning bright

I push out all wordly thoughts from my mind

I first close my eyelids shut once more

To hear the birds outside chime.

I illuminate myself with warm sunlight

I breathe the fresh and springy air

Hear the chirrup from the lush greenery

Dew on every glass blade, clouds fluffed and fair.

I remember all my memories with nature

Be it the rippling of waves beneath my feet

Or the gravelly, shelled soil of the beach

Or the scent of pine down the street.

I then think of how pollution destroyed

These pleasures, and weakened Mother Earth

She filled our lives with grace and beauty

And to our dullness, added mirth.


These pleasures, and weakened Mother Earth

She filled our lives with grace and beauty

And to our dullness, added mirth.




Rain Pic

Was dry and hot just yesterday
And has been so for a week
After months of scorching play
The sound of rain we seek.
We crane our ears to hear
The Scotch mist from the sky
Hoping that it’s ever near
We request to the Heavens high.
It’s there- it’s coming-
And now it’s pouring down!
Like fast feet it’s running
‘It is the rain and the rain’s sound.
It rushes to Earth requesting thus:
“Oh earthworm and dear frog
Dance and croak your inner beauty
In the ripe grass and the bog”.
Of course comes the remark sure
To the green and flowered trees
Enjoy the nature’s mesmerizing lure
Stand calm as the clouds release.
As the water blocks the lawn
The small child comes with joy
Splashing the little paper boat
Taking sail goes the toy.
We stare through the window
As the rain patterns itself
Forming stories of happy and sad
Into time we delve.
It splashes against leaves, glass
And wooden trunk firmly stood.
Forming stunning rhythm
Better than the finest piano could.
The hundred to a single drop
On each blade of grass like dew
Shining like the sweetest diamond
To glimmer at day and night too.
All creatures wide and far
Await the water beauty: rain
To listen to the stormy drizzle-
The sound of it again and again.

My Book Of Poetic Beauty


My Book Of Poetic Beauty

My book of poetic beauty
Is not a bunch of rhymes
‘Tis the book of my best achievements
And the book of my darkest crimes

My book of poetic beauty
Is not straw to gold
‘Tis just my feelings to words
And I’d like them to be told.

My book of poetic beauty
Is not book of bustle ‘n’ hastle
‘Tis the book of my thoughts, goals and dreams
Which form my soul’s poetic castle.

My book of poetic beauty
Has no end nor a start
It ain’t a book at all
But my beloved mind and heart.

Summer Has Taken Leave….


Summer Has Taken Leave....

The beautiful, hot, and sunny summer has been replaced by a truly beautiful monsoon in India. Even though the summers here are too hot for some people’s liking, they have their own kind of charm. I got inspired by re-reading Charlotte’s Web, an old classic, to write about the summer taking leave.

The summer has taken leave
The sad truth we have to heave
Watching the birds snuggle and nest
Not a minute to take rest
The flower dancing in joy and class
Bugs and beetles peeking through grass
There’s happiness everywhere
AND SUDDENLY- it isn’t there
The summer has taken leave
The sad truth we have to heave
Chirrup, chirrup, chirrup, we crickets sing.
It has left the maples red
The sunshine-eaters quite unfed
Gloom has settled in every nook
Our summer happiness summer has took
We begged her to return for a prize
The cheeky reply- wait for me to arise
She’ll not come, perhaps, now
But summer wished in this way, that’s how
The summer has taken leave
The sad truth we have to heave
Chirrup, chirrup, chirrup we crickets sing
We crickets sing…….

A Pretty Rose


A Pretty Rose

A pretty bud it is first
With an urge to be a flower
As it prepares to burst
It gathers all it’s power
Then it blooms into beauty
A pretty rose it is now
And tends to do its duty
So it makes a vow
It would be a good pretty rose
And give a sweet scent
Which would distract one from his woes
On which to worry over he was meant
It would spread love and peace
And give a good, strong doze
To man, to free him from malice
It would be a good, pretty rose.