Friday, 23 December 2016

Diwali Delights

The hands of friendship
Pull you near,
Take it, hold it and wipe your tears
When you are my friend,
Life is easy ,
Tell me my friend..
Why should I fear?

The smiles of our loved ones,
Bring us close together
In our hugs humanity resides,
Crystal clear
With you as my love one ..
Tell me dear
How can life, possibly keep me aside?

The sands of time,
Fly days to months and years
In these fractions of moments, lives we have lived reappear
With you by my side,
As a good and faithful steer..
How can I be engulfed and disappear?

Loyalty, friendship and love,
Give us the victories we seek,
Evil will lose to the duel
That poaches on the weak

The Good in us
Can light up more than our lives,
Along with the lamps
On a Diwali night

The food, the lights, the sweets.. galore
But the joy of sharing and giving is even more

Acknowledge this feeling,
Acknowledge your bliss
Recognise your blessings
And not what you miss

- this poem was featured in the Newsletter of IECB Belgium for Diwali 2016

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Find me in Migration

International Migration is a fascination,

People in millions exiting their home nation

Pulling out your roots, stripping you of physical bonds

A new life elsewhere, on the other side of the pond

Such is the way, we choose to live,

Away from family cherished so dearly

Making new friends often, 

And deeper friendships rarely

Settling in into new ways of life,

Languages we would have once chanced upon

Rolling out of our mouths

Sweet as sugar if needed,

Or sharp as the edge of a knife.

Today we eat what yesterday was bad

Shocked are our styles and changed are the ways we are clad

Do what you can to blend in

Retain your uniqueness; you are beautiful in brown skin.

When do you feel settled and in bliss?

When is nostalgia finally given a miss?

Does yesterday’s shine make dull our here?

Or is tomorrow’s allure strong enough for doubts to disappear?

What we all hold onto is a feeling, that’s all.

Be capable of sculpting it and rejoicing the now.

Tomorrow may come soon

But listen to today’s call.

Tuesday, 24 May 2016

Look into my Ocelli

In I walk alone,

And my presence is noticed

On the border of a pane

Or over one’s glasses my path is


I evoke such a feeling

That is never with glee

Cover up your vessels,

I’m on a licking spree


Not one that is pretty,

Not one that is quaint

I’m generally stuck to you

If the dampness is constrained


My wings beat wild,

My eyes roam free

No stink can stop me

I’m despicably me


Ok, the butterfly is a darling

And no one’s better than the bee!

I see no need

To add to my injury


I may pick up dirt

Or play in muck all day

In the end of all

I’m made to pay


My existence is worthless,

You scream all day

Diseases I carry,

Hence you keep me at bay


Not difficult to maintain,

My needs are little

Give me a king’s meal,

 A drain or a puddle


Why can’t you love me?

Is my innocent reverie

I don’t even sting or bite

Oh poor me


Punished is my start,

And my end you see

So let me fly my life away

In sweet misery



Thursday, 7 April 2016

My Daddy strongest!

Stuck with me for now and forever,
Being a part of you is cherished and treasure

The man you were, was matched to few
So much we learned then and the findings grew,

Your heart was of gold,
Your skin silken weave

Even your departure,
taught me consciousness while I grieve

For us you were a man of action,
A hero on earth, doing his duties with passion

You taught us so much, You gave us such freedom
Adjusting to life constantly was normal in your kingdom

Cause you were our king, who had us enslaved
with your love and softness, you only gave

Grateful we are for who we are now
Our core is strong as you must have wanted and how!

You show us how a true parent should be,
Even all these years later, Im glad your hand constructed me.

(this poem has been written today, the day my late father would have been 86. He is still sorely missed by his four children )

Friday, 25 March 2016

That day

That day,
was my birthday,
that day, I was to feast

Little did my heart know,
the morning would awaken a beast
the beast of terrorism to hit my city,
a city, oh so far from the East

That day, little did I know,
that so much would unfold
hiding the face of violence,
So little to say the least.

The airport shook,
the metro screamed,
people ran in terror,
That day, was such a shame
that it existed,
it still seems like an error.

The day after spring,
was meant to be
a day of joy and hope
That day, left a population,
redefining their lives and its scope.

That day, Brussels, my home
far from my roots, cried out in pain
that day, like today,
my heart still sings out, let this not be in vain

Save us from our our demons,
Save us from our thoughts,
Save us from our negaitivity,
let life, bloom and sprout
And bring about a feeling of solidarity

Today is not that day,
Tomorrow will be less,
That day is the first day
of  Rising Hope and Humanness

Monday, 21 March 2016

Words in a poem, poem in words

On the day of poetry,
The heart wants more
Childhood dreams
and blessings galore

Opening up pages,
Soaking in thoughts
Painting a picture
With feelings and what not

A book for him
Or me or us,
The fun of this ride
Is clearly inside the bus

Before we can speak,
After we have finished all
Words and phrases
Form the link in this wild crawl

Of life and after that,
From book to thought
To tongue to touch all
Sweet as sugar or not

Feed me well,
Such food for thought
Let me make life
Count more than a lot.

Tuesday, 9 February 2016


How do you move forward
when the current pulls you back?
What can you do to fight the feeling of lack?
Lack of some skills or lack of ambition,
Or is it just a void of any kind of mission.
Killing a routine can be irksome,
Unless you pull out a solution from the hat of a magician.
Many of us sure feel this way,
Lets see what is at offer to while it away.

The choices we made,
bring us sorrow and joy
The games we once played,
may have had the power to destroy.
The moment is here,
the moment is now
Grasp it when you can
You must know how.

You must know how,
Cause Time can slip away
While you are fretting,
the clock is ticking all day.
Hold on to your joys,
Hold on to your love.
Life is truly a blessing
Sent from Heaven Above