Today I am troubled,

But tomorrow I will shine

Today is a failure,

But tomorrow will be a glory

Today is petty unsound

Tomorrow will be happiness bound 

Today is lonesome

But tomorrow will be awesome 

No matter how days come

I will thrive and overcome

to the  happiness and glory and contentment of life. 

Love

Kiran Sakkar Sudha

Recalling those toy trains,

And crystalled rains,

Those wonderful pathways that lead nowhere

Those shrilling voices from garage

Few kids froll-ying around without an umbrella...

I don’t know it is a recollection of that era

Or a Deja vu;

Episodically repacking in her laps,

Those cross checked ceilings and birds flying in

Open blue sky

I don’t know i am in cage

Or those birds stare through it;

Just one day i float like a fish

in a jelly like substance

smiling wickedly to feel

I am again in some body’s womb

I don’t know that’s me

Or i dreamt of a close soul’s birth;

Surely but,

We live to fold, unfold

To pack, repack,

To lose it all

To go back with a lesson

Lesson of generosity, nothingness and remembrance

I remembered him like never before,

He was generous

He gave me us

I am happy, happy to meet him.

Love

Just like those days of purple breeze and golden haze

Like something beneath those lusty clouds;

Thoughts all clean and talks in mounds,

I wait to share and see all stare

To the new phase, all glitzed and glam-ed

Entering the horizon, &

Thinking in words, expressing in smiles

Walking with a rush, standing for a while

To breathe in and out and dreadfully say

I agree to everything, whatever he may…

Love,

Kiran Sakkar Sudha

Little Maya

She laughed till she dropped

Flirted until hooked

Crooked when hitched

Blah blah blah...the overgrown but still a teeny boomer...

Of overprotection and subliminated dominance,

She decided to make a prominence

Fought back the void,

Her poised graffiti and altered higher ego,

She decided to start afresh of rotten new

Mixing colors of steel and million other hues,

She walked in nobility with the fork of wisdom cloak

Scribbled, and dribbled, and wiggled to all what her choked.

Little Maya, is a little help

All sorrows and scorns she quietly gulps

Her smiles are missed,

Her frowns are hit,

Still standing righteously,

Still standing Conscience,

The two minorities scream in silence

To let them away from human’s menace!

Say no to child labor!

Kiran Sakkar Sudha

This morning and this afternoon

I have uncertain emotions behold

Many many stories yet to come

Many many stories yet untold,

With all love, humility, and the nature's wow

The soul and mate take a worldly bow,

They share and stare through these yellow winds and waves

They intend to rug in their new cave, 

With evolutions of them, and more like 'em, 

They sigh a life, 

A life full of life...! 

Blessed,

gKiran Sakkar Sudha

And, I enter the new year, with all energy and enthusiasm,

I am stuck between the pathways to follow or lead. We all find ourselves in new roles and identity.

I feel so loose, so relaxed. It wasn’t a journey really. I was just following a path. When i had a new role to play.

The inappropriate pauses and exclamations!

It seems like  the impact was all over me.

It was floating like a paper boat in a silent river,

Something I understood

Some just lay by,

Something I said

Some I just thought I said,

Something I heard

Of which his stories were my favorite.

It was a blabber perhaps,

It was  like  an alien tongue,

But made sense that day

It read:

“Nom, Nom, Nom”

Our secret Code

Shhh….