Create your day with happiness, I Pray....

I'm amused


As I always am


When I see you,


Except at times


When you're hurtful..


Today's different..


A date, a creation..


Creativity imbibed


Reflected in ways..


Today's one of them..


I amaze at your creations


Awe inspired I'm speechless,


Devoid of words


How to react?


What to say?


Anyways,


Create your day


With happiness,


I Pray....




"If you planted hope today


in any hopeless heart,


if someone's burden was lighter


because you did your part,


if you caused a laugh


that chased some tears away,


if tonight your name is named


when someone kneels to pray,


then your day has been well spent"


-Sue K

An assurance of love!

Radiant colors sprayed as 
imagination laughed aloud
unrestrained in the open sky
where blue smiled and 
waved to pure misty clouds 
floating around lower levels 
of air touching tall deodars 
atop hills where children ran
to collect tiny winged creatures 
teasing their flight 
saluting thin  joining streams
suddenly turning to rich fountains
radiating rays throwing rainbows 
as heavenly bridges 
taken unaware by winds 
which blow brilliant green leaves 
sending a longing to go back 
to a place lived long ago
a calling from nature 
oh thoughts of a creature 
whose spirit deprived
of a mirth to create 
a bliss to blow woe 
pleasing journey before
lie down to watch 
feathered friends
singing melodies with no end 
upon grass so green 
leaving ah heart to beam
with an unknown unbound joy 
as whispers enter all being 
like a divine chorus bringing 
a message so soft and pure
from above, an assurance of love!

What a waste!

Are you seeking questions

while coming on my way?

Not getting enough answers

and running away?

Or are you getting astrayed?

Yes, I can see,

You had questions and you came,

Or simply had to play a few games?

Whate'er..

If you still seek those questions,

And if my wits are sheer,

it seems to me very clear,

They're to be dealt by me without fear,

Then don't go hither n' thither,

spreading your ego's feather,

You'll get all the answers,

If you happen to be,

Really real,

Before me at least..

Otherwise,

What a waste!

Me, a schizo

They say,

I'll remain the same,

for the rest of my life..

It has turned to be

resistant, no cure..

I'll remain the same,

they're so sure,

and so am I,

for I don't mind

as for me, things

have always been

so obscure..

I see what others cannot,

I hear what goes unheard,

I talk with my

own imagination,

and now I even

write till dawn,

though I've to run again in

the morning to avoid being

called a moron..

In fact, I suffer

from schizophrenia,

a shy love..

And I don't mind

being one..

I see n' feel colors

which others

cannot!

So tender..

To tend to tiny sapling,

so tender..

To tend a day old pup,

so tender..

And watch them grow

each day..

bit by bit..

To find real love

being bestowed

upon,

Is there still

left anything,

to desire and

to share with anyone?

Do I need you?

Do I need you?

I often ask myself,

Only to find,

I'm needed by so many,

Why do I ask myself,

Such foolish question?

I've passed that age,

No longer that stage,

Why such things

happen in first place?

After all,

I believe in reality,

And my poems

should not always

lead blindly to day dream,

for there's much more

to explore n' achieve

going upstream..

Money I've never

desired, nor fame

was ever my game.

Love had never been

my cup of tea.

So, I used to sit

under a tree and see,

the world through

my eyes, trying

to hear my own

inner cries, waiting

for a perfect dawn

to arise, which

no one seemed

to understand and

were simply surprised.

At last,

I gave up, and

joined the world

in what they said..

I was gasping,

I suppose.

I still gasp,

but I know now,

I'm my own strength,

I no more need

anyone.

I'm what,

I search no more..

And I agreed!

I asked my darling hubby,


If ever I fall in love with a guy,


Who just fancies me since days long gone by,


And suppose, 


If he happens to propose me some day,


What will you do?


And to my amazement he said,


When are you with me, dear?


I always see you with him


In your poetry on web without shame or fear,


And if ever you happen to be with him,


You'll never be with him so near..


Moreover, if he were for real,


He would have long back asked you, 


Let me make you very clear..


And I agreed! 


[Oh my God, again a delusion?]