Parasol

O rain, O rain

The umbrella’s thine

In summer shines

Still the droplets: fine,

Under the red-hued gift

Watch the showers

Coming drop by drop

And drop by drop

Wait, my friend

Thy fingers get tensed

Let them down touching

Uf, a shift in stand

See thee on top

Of a mammoth stair

A garland on hand

Huge on thy both

A grin on thy face

Signal to move fast

Yes, the right leg first

To step to thee strong

It’s the light, which

Leads all thee for bright

Out of darkness and

Bells chime to enthrall

Diamonds, ruby and

Emerald shine on thy Fort

Full of fragrance, yet

It ‘s so mystery

Sir, Is ‘t Heaven?

Or…. Oh, no, let me enjoy.

The Scryer

Abracadabra Cadabra

Cadeen! Look! Look!

Look into the mirror

‘Return them all soon’

A roar sends shivers

Ha ha ha, it’s like a cartoon

‘wait in the wed’ng hall’, he quivers

Bibbidi – Bobbidi Boos

Another jumps with shoes

‘Stand on your own legs’

We ‘re not here to beg

An actor par excellence

Sorry, there’s no evidence

Sims ala Bim calls

There’s nothing to recall

‘Be educated and go for a job

Or it’s our turn to sob

Ye look like Mr. Hartley

Who’s just from Berkeley

Ratata…. Boom! Boom!

A knight turns so gloom

It is unfair to rob privacy

‘s it a design to shape the dynasty?

The magic lies not in the mirror

The ‘words’ made ‘t so clear

Pipe Dream

Oh Baby, why you tousle my hair

You may get hurt, take care

Thank God for the precious gift

Tender fingers tingle me to lift

A spitting image of your father

We ‘re here, don’t bother

A dimple on your cheek

Without you my life ‘d ‘ve been so bleak

I never beckon the moon to bring flowers

But I know you may grow as liberal as showers

‘An upright man’, they say with an awe

‘How could you bring him up with no flaw?’

Will you make an actor non pareil?

Or be a mystery that none can unravel

‘Charisma’ attracts many under your spell

Unique is thy merit that others never excel

Neither I go soppy to wish these

Nor let me call censor to remove sleaze

‘Proud’ to be the son of mothers

Whose welcome cheers don’t down the shutters.

To Bohemian

‘T is nice that you 're on the wall

A portrait, but you smile for my call

A watch I got as a gift

From Alan Rickman for a chairlift,

‘Ridiculous on your part’, you may say

Trust me, ‘t is no child’s play

Oh, sir, Will you please change your expression?

For I don’t want to lose my impression

Here’s the Lakshman Rekha (not) to be crossed

‘I doubted if I should ever come back’ says Robert Frost

What would be if it be all brawn and no brain?

Chaos will only clutter the traffic lane

And sorry, you are the father of two plus two

And it’s time now to bid adieu

Because I trust you’ll bring a welcome change

Or how else shall we go beyond the mountain range

I shall never be telling this with a sigh

For, I’m sure you’ll bell the cat in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Monroe

An Appellate Court makes a call

Why you ask me to stand tall

No devil with you at my sight

How nice it’s you ‘re free at the site

Any business ‘ve you got here?

A question which I don’t hear

Let me call my Duke

It’s a win-win by hook or crook

A spitting image of Mr. Harlley

No message, yet from the Berkeley

No words may mirror your part

A gesture will say what’s in heart
Any business 've you got here?

Yes, don’t teach what goes here.

Helluva Vision

Don’t go eristic

To know the way

You choose to enter

Hunky-dory to know

How the gates of

Heaven bow to unlock

As your feet land on –

The sky opens the

Floodgates to sing

Encomium on thee

Seraphim and cherubim

Chant thy names

To wake up

From a deep slumber

To sprinkle thee with

Rose water and petals,

All hail Duke hail

To thee, it is

Hectic for all

To levitate in a

Perfume-filled air

Will you jump over

The wall like a puppy?

Or any parachute, you’ve

To perch on terrace?

A star in my dark sky

Reminds of a better tomorrow

Which winks at

A dawn of hope ahead of.

Best Wishes

Cheer up, you dear

A dawn is so near

No more sweat

And no more fret

A King’s call, it’s

To wake you up from

A deep slumber

Here’s a message that

The shadows will fade

To bow to my face

No fear, you dear

It’s not a prison

Come hither, Free you be

To breathe a jealous air

It’s not time

For a woeful ballad

It’s too short

To explore into each heart

Forget the past, when

Today calls

You sing a song

That history talks

Of a soft, weak king

Yet so handsome, he’s

‘Taken pains to woo

A smart baby….

So goes the story.