My Emotions !

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

As I stand brittle
numb
devoid of life
You envelop me

In such warmth
Of your hug
My heart brushes
with yours
Your heart kisses mine

I hear
I hear
You whisper in my ear
'All is well'

With a smile
My heart
breathes again

Friday, September 25, 2015

A tear rolls down my cheek.

I ask the eye,

Are you hurt?

Nope!
But, your Heart is,
thus says, the Eye.

Empathy, I see.

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Monday, September 21, 2015

After I am gone

Will I be called by my name

When I lay there limp

After all, I lay

In the coffin, all dressed up

a mere lifeless corpse

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved). Image Courtesy: Pexels Linked to Haiku Horizons--Prompt "After"

Sunday, September 20, 2015

The forlorn lane,

The drenched alley,

And, the lonesome me.

Unaware of whom I’d stumble into,

I head to my nest

Through the forlorn lane.

Blooms, the butterflies,

The memories, my comrades.

I stroll.

A gentle breeze passes by.

Her scent,

Her fragrance,

My heart pounds.

The tinkle of the anklet,

The jingle of her bangles,

I wish it was her.

At a distance,

I see a glimpse,

Yes, it is She.

We meet face-to-face,

A decade later,

She, my Ex-Girlfriend.

Our Eyes lock,

Lips exchange smiles,

Yes, it is, indeed her.

She had proposed
not to me,
but to my friend

Shared her Yearning for him,

and a promise to wait till the doomsday,
with an open heart!

bruising me forever.

My girlfriend, the ex.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Today, Lil Ishaan, has had a hard time. His baby curls were trimmed down.

Snip, snip, snip,

And there go those Lil curls,

Silky and soft.

Lil Ishaan now dazed,

Puzzled,

His Eyeballs pop.

His eyes gaze,

Forefinger points,

Curious his face is.

Papa dons a barber,

Mom the pacifier,

Lil Ishaan naughty as ever.

When the scissors Open,

Lil Ishaan takes a bow.

The time the scissors shut,

Lil Ishaan holds his head high.

Papa Sings,

Momma dance,

The scissor does the Snip job.

Papa is proud,

Says,

I’ve done a neat job.

Lil Ishaan now annoyed,

History his curls are,

Says, culprit, Jerry the rat.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Monday, September 14, 2015

Before I get caught

I whisk her out of my bed

But not from my heart

The other woman

In my life and in my thoughts

Before I get caught

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved) Linked to: HaikuHorizons prompt “before” Image courtesy: Pexels

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Serene is color White.

Calm, Angelic, soothing,

the synonyms.

View through my eyes,

White is limp, lifeless.

White symbolizes loneliness,

Reminds of being abandoned.

Color White a paradox,

Is, inauspicious and spiritual.

Give a thought,

The Color of Widows – White.

Vrindavan - Vibrant,

Krishna – The Buoyant, the Vivacious.

Widows of Vrindavan,

Inauspicious and weak?

Oh, Krishna

Essence of thy life - Love,

You the beloved of all,

You the omnipresent.

Oh, Lotus-Eyed!

Embosom these souls

Grace them to lead a life,

a life with ample color.

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Thursday, September 10, 2015

The seductive curves

Hushed voice suppressed emotions

Minors stay far off!

minors stay far off

with a strong urge to explore

rhythm of unison!

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Hey Guys do you know +Archana Kapoor ?
Yea, she's my blogger friend, who blogs @ Drishti.Co This Haiku (Kamasutra) is an inspiration which I derived from the haiku which she has written on her blog titled "Temple of love and its forbidden tales".
Kamasutra, the haiku, is a continuation of the one, which Archana has written on her blog.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

© 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Friday, September 4, 2015

The sea, the shore,

The sinking Sun,

The tiny ship at the horizon,

evokes nostalgia.

The muddy sand,

The seashells,

Reminds me Of a childhood,

Which I never had.

The sea, the shore,

The nostalgia.

The foam, the bubbles,

My tiny Lil palm,

The Splashing waves,

The child in me thrilled.

The sprinkles,
the splashes of turbulent tides,

The tickling waves,

My floating sandals,

The Chase for the waves,

Reminds me of my wish

Which remains unfulfilled.

Countless pebbles,

Seashells,

Which I've never counted,

Reminds me of

A Funless childhood.

I wander,

in search

of my childhood.

In the wet sand,

In the salty water,

With drenched pants,

I lay asleep, limp.

In the arms of Mother Sea,

Where,

Tides become the cradle,

My childhood washed ashore.

I realize with a cringe,

My childhood was snatched!

Image courtesy: Pexels

With a broken heart, I dedicate this poem to Aylan and Galip.

#SyrianRefugeeCrisis

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Vidya Sury has tagged me for the “8 photos of Happiness Challenge”.

For me, this task was a herculean challenge. I ran helter-skelter, dived into the albums, and chose 8 such photos of happiness.

Finally, here they are.

Pic 1.

I saw this snap and I realized, that I was on top of the world when I had received this pic of Ishaan on my mobile, (taken within few moments of his birth), had made me happy and I literally jumped out of sheer excitement.

This moment on I was termed "Pa". Can you fathom that feeling?

Pic 2.

On the house-warming day in Kerala.

"Asha & I"

Pic 3.

What else in this earth is soothing than the cozy lap of your Mom?

Pic 4.

We celebrated Dad's birthday first time ever. We did cut the cake too. ( We generally don't cut cakes for birthdays.)

Pic 5.
Look at Ishaan; even in deep slumber he smiles. So soothing.

Pic 6.

Seems like yesterday. Asha with her brother and Sis-in-law. Awaiting for such a get-together again.

Pic 7.

Mom and her younger sibling. I love the bonding in this pic.

Pic 8.

Ishaan and his Grandpa (My dad). I love the smile on my Dad's face more than Ishaan's cuteness in this pic.

Pic 9.
When Lord Krishna visited India :) in 1990's.
My Sis and I (donning attire of Lord Krishna and Radha, during Krishnashtami.)

ThankYou @Vidya Sury for tagging me for the challenge. Also, linking to the creator of the tag Ariel Ward Ariel’s little corner of the internet.

Now, let me take the liberty to tag my blogger friend Anamika Agnihotri for the challenge.