My Success

Being mother's child, with temperament mild

A wife content with rules to bend

A sister, who my sister wished 

Being mother of two, time just vanish

I love to plant and tend garden

No work to me, is really spartan

Don't think I know just how to rest

Unending list, being second to none

I have been told, again and again

focus, spruce up the list and tame

Unruly creative forces of waves

riding many boats in deep ocean

In this little time that God has given

Spent partly in childhood's playpen

Life may end like a flash on stage

curtain may fall or stage give in

I want to do whatever I can

Anything that makes heart sing again

could be working hard in sweat to toil

or watching the clouds, sitting pretty as dame

I want no list I must conquer

Things happen in life just as they occur

A hundred things I want to do

be it going to heights or just for succor

Fastening my life with couple of goals

my life's destination is not with shoal

I chart my route, do as I please

Dropping lots of pins with just one ball

Success to me is kind of weird

Not going up ladder highly tiered

I am as adept as a pretty starfish

To go which way I wish to steer

Believe me it makes me happy as clam

Doing so many things and so little plan

Executing it all and not just few

That's how my existence gains its glam

Doing endless chores every opportunity 

Confused it may seem, unresolutely

It's not just what brings gains to fruition

But also the intent and intensity

Bringing joy to all, natural and living

It's not just one but many things

When I look back at this existence 

Success to me, is a life well lived !

Manjari

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Enslaved soul

** dedicated to those little girls who have been enslaved by terrorists, to be sold** may you find your freedom soon**

I was named a name

That seemed pious and sane

Will bring me good luck 

Though seemed arcane

Loved by mother and father alike

And ties with family were lovingly tight

Not a day went by when we did not pray

Workload that day be heavy or light

We built sand castles with pebbles and sticks

Each one of us had our own tricks

What we ate and dressed and played and read

Not a care in life, like flowers adrift

Then came this herd of socalled men

Who had their rusty rules to pen

Who lives, who dies and who is enslaved

It seemed to be only their decision

One lived only if echoed their path

Otherwise will have to face the wrath

These so called God's godly men

Didn't know that brood has many a wren

I did not give them any such claim

To speak for me, these social sin

To take my freedom and kill and maim

Then tell me they cared just the same

I could not utter my mind's concern

Nor could I tell them to be on run

For I had no power I know, they knew

As I lived my life on just their terms

They think they can take my breath away

Can break my spirit and claim me slave

This is not the first it happened ever

That some think to rule all night and day

Seems they forget that times do change 

For baddest of bad and greatest of great

Whatever they may consider themselves

They may not keep my soul afraid

For I will rise and rise I will

This is a promise I will fulfil

For my father and mother and sister little

And for brother who waits at windowsill 

I will go home and be with them 

Can't keep me away, no gun no men

Then one day when your reckoning comes

You will see just how you have become

If no one shows, the mirror will still

My joy restored, your life be nill 

Manjari

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Appeal

Fate has gravity binding us

Since I keep falling towards You

Others tugging me to resist the fall

But somehow this union seems True

This is coming together of minds

There are issues, I am not blind

I know they won't be gone with time

Though what we have is so sublime

And then you get so confused 

Can't breathe with passion suffused

Continue to push me away from you

Why the ties don't break,I have no clue

Sending me away at reason slightest

Facing the stormy seas at best

My heart though churns at your behest

Draining my soul of all it's zest

Though I must share with you this feel

My emotions are beginning to congeal

Disconnection is trying to set itself in

This may be, my very last appeal

Don't set my sail for far away

For once I am gone, I may not sway

My beating heart wants it's say

Whether you agree with me or nay

You may try to find me now and then

Thinking may be 'am waiting at bay

There may be beckoning spring near you

My absence will be there, forever to stay

Manjari

Poetic or Prose

I took to the road and charted the route 

Then I just waited to grow some wings 

Prospect of discovery made my heart a flute

I let myself be carried merrily to swing

It has been ages, said my mind unsure

Waxing n waning has me tired and worn

When did I myself truly unwind

My shroud of soul now sullied and torn

I have forgotten, it tells me yet again

To enjoy life's little things much inane

If I let go, if I let it go too far

Won't it open the wounds in vane!

Then ahead I saw the winding road 

The waves of ocean patting the rocks

With water in puddles and leaves afloat

Mimicking a tug on little child's frock 

Come on, come on; keep the pace 

Don't let the yesterdays drift you in maze

The rows of vines beckoning to slow down

Walking  a path unknown in a daze

The clouds kept changing size and shapes

Those dried up hills and rolled up hay

Brushing scenery clear, my eyes agaze

Told me to keep my sorrows at bay 

There a solitary rabbit, here a herd o' horse;

Adorning nature's cope like handmade morse *

It seems all surreal like dreaming a dream

Inside my heart, it's reality enforced

Narrating intact in depiction of life

Is this all real or just a fictional flight !

Stopping the shadows from encroaching the bright

Beauty of nature seems afflicted slight

This toussel to win and lose and win

Has kept the hopes from getting too dim

Will the end be poetic or just a precise prose

For only to nature, belongs a devout hymn

Manjari

* - https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cope

Bound by Death

-- these thoughts are just few words reflecting feelings (being abondonwd by their father) of someone I knew well , who passed away..

Was I a gift given to you

Or were you brought to me,

This question will haunt me,

till eternity. 

Why did my presence

Not halt your indiscretions,

Mired my life with strife 

deter you not from decisions.

I heard that you thought of us

I heard that you cared

I also heard, when Maa died

You felt no despair

There was no effort anytime

To reach out to us;

Busy with new things to do,

We'ere our of focus. 

Strongly did we live our lives

I think I should boast,

Like a twining flowering bloom

Without a pillar or post

Today I breathed my last breath

And see from where I stand

What did not happen in our lives 

In death we joined hands.

Manjari

Jacaranda Tree in my backyard

There is a tree in my untamed backyard,

Jacaranda tree with canopy quite large,

Shading the garden most of the time,

Resting at its place like playing a mime

Come May it fills with lavender color flowers,

Shaped like trumpet, filled with nectar to devour, 

Squirrels call it home, day or night

Sheltering one and all, showing its Might 

I am sure there is a nest somewhere up there,

Though the boughy branches hide it with flair,

Some branches are thick and some merely stick,

Hummingbirds nearby, won't otherwise flit

Yeah, the roots make pretty good burrowing spots

It's not just anywhere, Squirrels bury walnuts

Filtering the sunlight for flowers and grapevines

Not just Poppies but also Columbine

Many a times I have thought it to be old,

I wonder, if it has its story All told;

Should I cut it to plant some fruit trees there,

Wait! my heart tells me, don't you dare!

Then I see these birds, squirrels and bees

living famously with this majestic entity,

the cool summer breeze, under which slowly wafts,

And occasional wetness of dew that drops 

So dawns upon me, that this tree, this life,

Bestowed upon me to better the plight, 

Let me care for this wonderment of divine nature,

May my Jacaranda tree forever retain its stature.

Manjari

Shadow of Happy Moments

There are times when I am so happy

My soul is soaring with merriment n glee,

The buzzing of bees and humming so loud,

Almost makes me feel just proud,

Birds are singing and breeze is flowing

And my inner being is just about glowing

I feel connected to the One supreme

And it almost feels like living a dream

Comes one cloud, casting dark shadow

Turning the thoughts that were so mellow

Why do I have the blessing to feel it all

Will feeling this, make happiness forestall?

Why can't this beauty, this bounty of nature,

Be felt be shared, no matter what your stature!

It does not matter whether you have or not,

Won't we all be once forgot.. !!

Love you may, to fill your heart with joy

To some it will be pure and to some alloy

So why not live and share in peace 

This feeling of bliss will only increase

Manjari