Cross and Knots

In loving memory of my two brothers who left this plane in the prime youth.

Many years may have passed...still have that shimmering connect intact.

Now I dedicate this poem to Gobind...Be happy wherever you are!

Cross and knots!

My heart ached 

For the dear ones;

Tears trickled down 

One by one...

The night queen moved slowly

Humming sad melodies;

With every departed moment

I yearned for you;

As every withered flower

Gave away its scent....

Many a seasons 

We witnessed together;

Growing up 

With sibling rivalry.

Yet the thread of bond

Remains strong .

The umbilical cord

Cut was new at every birth;

Our blessed womb

remained the same.

The love the care

The nurture though

Everything remained same.

Our karmic connections, but

Had streaks totally different.

You reside now 

In a different plane;

Far beyond reach

As love and light;

Yet in dreams 

We meet & greet;

Play our game, of

CROSS & KNOTS.

Our soul connect, 

will remain intact;

Crossing barriers

throughout Eternal ;

Playing our game of

CROSS AND KNOTS.

Kiren

'84

Song of Life

Kiren Babal added 2 new photos.

Life starts at the break of dawn,

The sun god appearing on the horizon

Of the azure sky like a peridot

spreading it's soothing warmth 

Making golden patterns on the water

Swaying gently in rhythm

with the gentle caress of the wind

A set pattern, of daily walk

The sylvan park, our district park

Seemingly everything looks same

Yet there is always a new sight a new story

However small..nature does tell us all.

One day I see the angelic beauties

Gliding majestically in a neat row

Like a marching parade

Resounding the atmosphere

With their Colossal quack?

Then on a moron side path

Grains strewn by people and a friendly call

Pigeon's parrots seven sisters, maynahs and peacocks

Chattering and eating their meal in harmony

No less than a round table conference

A harmony worth learning

For us humans.

The sight of peacock pair

Perched atop the the highest branch

A sight so rare to come accross

Adorning the green Foliage

Singing their unmindful morning song,

deep throttle cooing,

For everyone to hear.

Majestically displaying their presence to all

Their authority none to defy

In the role of a guardian to one and all.

Kiren Babal

11.6.2015

Women Achievers

Day. 2(Napowrimo )

Women Achievers

March month, the world applauded

women achievers globally .

Women who are dedicated to work, 

exude grace , will and brilliance

in their respective fields ; 

Bagging laurels, 

their word becomes a law, 

and people adore them , as

' Powerful Women . '

As a lay person

I am forced to question

my own stand in my own eyes

and that of many others like me ; 

Have we been any close to

being Women Achievers ! 

Reflecting back I see

the panaromic view

of the life spent. . . . 

struggling 

with circumstances, 

domestic stress

emotional oppression ; 

Trying to create balance

at home and workplace; 

Rearing children, 

nurturing , caring, 

inculcating values, culture ; 

grooming them

into better humans ; 

In short being good homemakers . . . 

which is considered

a thankless job anyways . 

A wife , mother , sister; 

A woman adorning various roles

Constantly , 

Endlessly,

ungrudgingly expecting

to see that winning smile

of all family members , 

forgetting her own identity. 

Coming to the present , witnessing

grown up children , wellsettled

feel , life coming full circle

accomplished and in gratitude . 

Now when the sun is on the other

side of the graph

I quizzically remain , wondering

Hoping and wishing to be

Women Achievers ! 

#Kiren Babal

2. 4. 2015

Sublime hues

Sublime hues

For the national poetry writing month . . . here is my first effort . 

Day - 1

Sublime Hues

Today I experienced

a new leash of life; 

The moment filled , 

with feelings of rapture, 

in all its sublime hues. 

The exuberance , 

enthusiasm 

volatile emotions 

bleeding hearts

the feminine cry 

such synergy

of all co participants ; 

I witnessed all

like a magical dream . 

Why ! I was the part

Of the Poetic Slam too . 

Overwhelmed 

and ecstatic

I bowed my head ; 

With moistened eyes

and prayer on my lips

to thank The Lord , for

This moment to live

to the fullest

In all its

sublime

hues

# Kiren Babal

1. 4. 2015

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