A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)

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A Day Like This, Forever…

It’s like this,
Each heart-stopping minute
Of a day in your love!

I don’t really know
If I’m all here, or gone…
If I’m coming or going…
Or gone!

Does it matter at all,

Oblivious to all,
and every…
I lie, satiated-
Yet knowing,
There’s more to come!

Each moment is


Loving you!

Usha, 29 April, 2008

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We’re not through
This Lifetime yet,
With each other-

And yet we wait,
With bated breath,
In the warm anticipation
Of joining, again,
In the next!

The best part of all!

Though a few might ask:
Not again?

Wont you get
Too satiated?
Wouldn’t you be bored?
You’d want the
Excitement of uncertainty,

But how do we
Tell them:
(Will never convince them, though!)
Some bonds are just so-

Each lifetime,
The first, together!

Each moment,
Like the first one,
When we knew!

And always,
The Gladness,
The filling peace inside
Of the knowledge
That the wait
Will end thus:

With the Union
Of Us.

Usha, 25 April, 2008


The Dragon Slayer’s Day!

The good ol’ steed stood
Faithful, unquestioning;
Ready for me-

Saddled and waiting,
No blinkers too.
It was time, for war.

So, spear in hand
Armour donned-
Steely glint
Shining through the irises
I embark on that crusade,
Yet again.

The Affairs of State
Quite drew away my attention,
And so they multiplied, like rabbits,
The Dragons…
Having a ball, thinking I’d never know!

Surprise is always the key
I had been taught,
So I led the charge
Me, and myself, together!
Screaming the War Cry
Hair streaming behind!
Bouncing in the saddle
It was sheer joy-
To see their fires fizzle
At this unholy sight
Of their Tormentor-
Laughing wildly, and
A little madly-

Still it took them a while
To realize, I meant business-
And so, One by One
As their numbers grew
Thinner, we called a Truce:

I’d let them stay-
If only they’d leave
When I came around.
And they said-
They’d leave,
Only if I stayed,
To clear up.

A Truce, A Truce!
I knew I couldn’t
Push too hard-
I’d already done that
To Myself!

So, with Creaky Bones
And a Wobbling Spine
After the gallop, the canter
And the trot…
On my War Horse-

I retreat-
At the end of the day.

Broken, rather;
But deeply satisfied-
Dragons removed,
Dragons chased
Dragons quietened…

I rest on my laurels
Dust free, dirt free
Sparkling Clean,
Till they errupt again,
The Dragons, I mean…!

Hanging up my armour
Stabling the faithful steed
And putting aside the Spear;
I’m back to business as usual!

Finding my bed, that is-
And falling asleep…
To dreamily decimate more dragons
Delightfully, daringly,
Ah! Daintily….


Usha, 20 April, 2008

Inspired by Sonal Jyoti P’s concept of how Dragons are all around us, in the form of work that we do, slaving over the kitchen stove, files to push, homes to clean, et al..:D
Thanks Sonal for the inspiration!!

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Wielding that brush-
With the colours of Life,
Arrayed in splendour…

She wondered what
Her brush would choose.

Not matter, though,
She knew – the colours
Would be those,
Destined to meet and merge;
And fill that-
Envisioned in the
Artist’s Soul.

Chewing upon his Pencil’s stub,
He wondered at those
Words, that eluded him;
As he groped, for their
Sustenance, their life-giving
Rush of adrenalin.

The hovered, and danced,
Glided and waltzed,
Just out of reach!

Lying on the grass-
He looked up at that
Universe, the swirling
Mass of tangible emotion…

Sighed and shut his eyes;
Rolled over, on one side
And leaped to his feet
In one swift motion-
To net the first word
That he intercepted!

Only to be caught himself-
In a vision, ethereal
And mesmerizing;
Of swift brush strokes
Of colours that lived,
Of a canvas, shouting
In wild abandon-

She painted.
He wrote.
Immersed. Enthralled.
Enchanted. Engrossed.

Till –
At the same instant
They recognized each other,
And smiled.


Usha, 12 April, 2008

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A Mother’s Heart

A mother’s heart
And will,
Never, but never

No matter-
What destiny throws;
No matter-
The scriptures preach;
No matter
Rational Rationale
Solace and Consolation
No matter that
Even she tells
Herself so.

His head
In her arms,
Lying across her
He smiled,
A final smile;

So she smiles-
Even now,
For her heart
Cannot grieve;
Having still not
To fate’s answer.

For her,
He Still Is-
Never Was.

A mother’s heart,
After all…
That never
Gives in…
Gives out.

And so
A Memory Lives.

Usha, 21 March, 2008