Proud Parents

She stood up with an unusual confidence,
wrapped in her typical traditional blouse
she wore a three-quarter trousers, folded at the ends,
similar to how a banker would fold his shirt at his biceps
With a Spanish gray shoe, she was good to go
To stand before the altar,
opposite the seated congregation
to read the day’s gospel
Her presence announced virtue and intelligence
And her tone, that of seasoned globetrotter,
someone who’s schooled and lived in many parts of the globe
I bet she might know all the various flags in the world
Her accent was reasonably difficult to trace but at last, it sounded Canadian
I guess she barely knows or ever visits her home country India
Her parents, obvious expats stare with great relish
beside them, is a young cool headed chap,
I could tell that he is their son, the reader’s brother
I got an inkling that they might be originally from Uttar Pradesh,
a state located in the Northern part of their country,
Lucknow is its capital, that isn’t a coincidence either
You probably haven’t heard of it but I guess you know about the Taj Mahal
Their complexion isn’t the usual ones seen in blockbuster Bollywood movies
Let me put it this way, it looked more sun-tanned or perhaps much darker
From afar, you’d assume that they are Africans or of African descents
Just like the couple seated in front of them
Well, they may be from Nepal, who knows
She continued her reading
as I looked straight in her eyes,
not with the stare of a man known to be lustful
If an uninterrupted gaze could kill,
then I guess I would have
I could hear every sound of every word more clearly
than I ever did in my phonetics class
She paused where necessary and skipped no line
She’d be a great news broadcaster I’d thought
but deep down, I knew she’d be pursuing something
related to the sciences, at UCL perhaps or even at Yale, why not
No place is ever too far for an Indian expat
let alone if it’s in the interest of his child
But all that I’m certain about is that her parents are proud of her
and that she has the entire world at her humble feet
So keep going, you young Indian lady !


Glimmer of Hope

Let us not use words of flattery today
for be all this as it may,
let’s not broach about impending trials,
for all that is known
was once said, heard or eavesdropped,
perhaps in no pretext of greed
or for just a glimmer of hope
to guide the few or the underdogs
who forever talk in lesser tones,
at the crossroads to self and humanity,
let’s not prune the divisions of the past
or instigate new wars, of the soul and the heart
to stir up deceit and vile acts
For it was once said that
there’s no room at all for fumbling,
when you’re living on a razor’s edge
but there’s still a glimmer of hope
in today’s rays.

As Such Is This Realm

There are far too many songs to sing
Too many spectacles to behold
Too many persecutions to encounter
Too many voices to word
Too many pleas to accept
Too many fears to overcome
Too many theories to master

There are far too many praises to give
Too many principles to remember
Too many passions to fulfil
Too many hopes to materialise
Too many budgets to apportion
Too many battles to win
Too many assignments to forget
Too many potentials to discover

Far too many
But as such is this realm,
where whatever that goes up
literarily comes down