The Quiver

The Quiver

The quiver is empty

The bow lies still

The arrows all sent

To various sites.

They tread their own pastures

Reap their own soil

Oblivious to the thought

Of the forlorn path.

But pray tell me please

Why not flash a smile?

To the quiver 

It once belonged.

Kiren Babal

26.8.2013

A Stand Alone Spirit

A stand alone spirit

A philosophy of life

Or an acid test

A self reflection

Mirror perception

The witness 

The challenge

Being belittled

The struggles of life

And every despair.

Every fibre of my 

Conscience 

Subconscious

Unconscious

Moves forward 

Zealously.

Cheerfully plays

This acid test.

Living life

With never defeating 

A. stand.alone.spirit

Caravans follow

Kiren Babal

23.12.2013

Rare Sight

Rare Sight

Sunday leisure morning

Walking on the terrace

Mild breeze, soothing rays 

Dew-filled grass caressing my feet

Playing with my senses

Penetrating deep-----

Filled my heart

With ecstacy.

Energised walked in pace,

Eyes hovering around

Garden in full bloom

A beautiful spectacle. 

Pink and orange boginvilas

Hanging against the wall

Petunias, Dahlias, Phlox, Roses

Red Easter lilies, a riot of colours

Beautifully arranged against

Backdrop of green hedges.

Sweet scent, filled the nostrils, 

Exhilerating and lifting the spirits.

But exquisite of all, was a little 'weaver nest ' 

Dangling from the boginvilas stem.

Then, spotting the side view of a tiny bird,

perched in her nestling;

Her dainty long black beak and cautious eye 

gazing with apprehension.

Was just quick enough to click a glimpse

Making sure not to scare the tiny creature.

Every fibre of my being, filled with rapture,

I walked away marvelling and savouring

Nature's rare sight.

Kiren Babal

5.4.2014

Permanent Friend

My Energy Boosters

My energy boosters

Nature has its own way

To heal, please 

and fill us 

with ecstacy.

Mind like a wild horse

always searching 

a weaker spot

to pin us down

into the dumps, 

and fully soak 

with negative thoughts.

Between mind and heart

Always a tug- of- war 

To remain afloat 

with positive thought.

And win the game of life

in every right . 

One such moment,

like a kick off

weekend spent

With my grand kids.

Time swept by,

Over game of ludo

My losing 

Their elation

giggles and cheers

All therapy to me.

And I come back home

With peppy heart

To play the game of life.

To catch the bull

And pin it down

Like a piccador.

Letting out

a loud cheer

Kiren babal

12.4.2014

Dangling Flight

Dangling flight

With wings tied onto its toes

As if chased by its foes

From dawn to dusk

Time rushes by.

The echelons of mind 

Flash many a realms

In a single moment

Of endless thoughts.

One moment its a rogue

Baring and daring evil

Next second its a friend

Gentle , pure like an angel.

And my countenance blocked

In the web of endless thoughts.

Dangling between friends and foe

Disentangling and scuffling.

Trying to make peace

Within and without

Creating impression

On the sands of time.

Kiren Babal

9.3.2014

The Master Chef

It's the same house

It's the same me

Something reviewed

Vision renewed.

Sweet scents fill the air

A wave of magic wand

A role of master chef

Ready with gourmet fare.

Friends---- delightful souls

God's footprints

Presence felt

And I laughed inside out.

Serving all

Immense delight

Symphony played

And my efforts well paid.

Kiren Babal

5.8.2013