'Despair' published on Helium.com on the 19th of January, 2009

http://www.helium.com/items/1303462-poem-about-the-weight-of-my-emotions

Published on helium.com on April 24th, 2009 - the day before Ashaanka's first birthday

http://www.helium.com/items/1427308-a-poem-about-memories

Thoughts unbound - Part II

Run away misery
Come to me light
Rekindle my faith
And put travesty to rest
Go away hate
Don't purloin my hope
In myself I see a reflection of fears
I badly need respite

Come to me love
Embrace me in your arms
Envelope me in your warmth
And soothe my nerves
Love me nature
Caress my cheeks
Never dance away
Else I will feel bereft

Help me find the wind beneath my feet
Carry me over the rising wave
Oh! how I feel like a feather
As I soar far away into the skies

Thoughts unbound - Part I

Go where no one dares to go
Dream what no one has dreamt before
See things unseen with your naked eye
And within your mind's eye
Think beyond your normal periphery
From this you will understand wisdom untold
And you will experience joy unbound
For you and I to make this journey together
All you need to do is clasp my hand
And I will be with you, offer you solace
As you will to me
As we journey together, in this world and the next
To realms beyond, with this vision in mind

The new horizon

For many moons and stars
For eons and many suns
I thinketh what goes on in my mind
That I parry and thrust
And then I spy a new horizon enveloped in gold
Suffused with hope amidst murky depths
This horizon beckons and I feel lighthearted as never before
As I make my way to catch a glimpse of untrodden shores

While I weep………..

I listen to someone who knows me well
Scatter words of scorn in a way that dispel
Shreds of notions that I hold dear
Withering away my sorrows into fear

Today’s yet another day
And I think, have I lost my way?
Marauding through the inner recesses of my mind
Searching for answers that I cannot find

Mulling over the futility of despairs that I parry
Seemingly rational, plundering through a mirage like a rapparee
A mirror translucent yet ubiquitous
Throwing images bewitchingly identical yet discernibly obliquitous

But today’s yet another day
My passing tomorrows in tangled disarray
A shimmering chassis of oblique longing
Mesmerising yet advocating wisdom prolonging

My yesterdays purloin chasms of tomorrow
Yet fragments of imminent todays do I borrow
My tears recede to gauntlets of light
Suffused with hope, I parry on and fight

For I am grateful

As I journey through vast expanses of green,
and catch a glimpse of the azure blue sky;
I count my blessings and thank forces unseen,
For I am grateful that I have the sense of sight!
That has the ability to behold the wondrous joy,
That one gets from watching nature's unrivaled beauty

For I am grateful that I can watch the contours of the land,
Blend into the hues of the sea ;
The deep richness of the browns
Contrasting with the tones of blue,
For the land that lies before me is destiny's own naked skin,
On which man has drawn figurines akin
Tapestries of love and hate; fear and worship,
and the joy and oneness of worshipping all that is real,
by laying bricks and stones of foundations surreal

For the sense of smell that inhales the fresh scent of the morning dew;
The pines and fir, cascades of water and rivulets of streams,
That flow between mountains locked in a tight embrace,
The dampness of the earth and the scent of my beloved;
To smell man's worship of nature as,
Mortar and tartar give way to open hills and dales;
Valleys nurturing pleasures sublime, unparalleled,
Like a sense of security when cradled against a mother's bosom

For the ability to think, perceive and enjoy
The richness of conjoined thoughts,
While marvelling at pieces of the lord's jigsaw puzzle;
Browns, greens, dark greens, blue
give way to glimpses of what's true;
What one takes for granted,
another derives pleasure from

As I watch the dotted trees that line the fertile meadows,
Ensconced by the myriad reflections of the lake;
Tears come to my eyes as I marvel at creation,
Untouched yet sculptured to suit man's hedonistic urges
I know then that I am blessed,
For I am grateful for all that I can see, touch, feel, think and share,
In god's own bountiful lair