A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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


The Reluctant Rain (As Perceived by The Rambler)

Day, Setting: 24 April, 2015; thunder, lightning, the works; no rain

The Rambler muses:

There is something Godforsaken
Where I’m at
(#1- the nasty personal perspective)

Would you rather
The ripe paddy soaked?
Or the fertilizer sacks
Simply drenched?
(#2- The Practical Personal persona)

Heck! There’s water in our well
And lush green leaves throng
Them plants;
Some other place, most likely
Needs some water- more’n us.
pandering-to-others’-whims wala #3)

Well, whaddya know!
29 drops fell this day! Historic!

(Sarcasm alert #4)

How my heart,
It longs to drench in you!
(It’s the she’ll-never-learn-mushy-romantic #5)

Oh well! Tomorrow is another day!
It’ll rain yet!
(Gosh! A Scarlett O’Hara, nothing less!- #6)


The thunder and lightning played
To the fierce challenge of the winds.
She slept, that rambler,
And dreamt of the obvious.


Day, Setting: 25 April, 2015, a cool dawn

The Rambler is glad to report
This rain-rinsed morn
The Reluctant Rain-maker
Ran out of excuses.

And soaked in the aftermath
Of a memorable night of rain.

Dreams do come true!


25 April, 2015

Day#25 of #NaPoWriMo is deeply personal 🙂 as you can see 😀



If I could photograph
Each drop of rain, from whence it fell
Parting painfully from the cloud
Of like minded thoughts in drops

Falling down, down, down
Barely seeing.
Just zinging down.
Of a different sort.

If I could capture
The colours that drop caught,
In tandem with a million others…
Slip into the rainbow then,
And live those emotions.

If only, if only,
I could then save that drop.

From being spattered.

With my eyes, and through my lens
Keep it frozen, right there,
When it deflects, reflects,
Not genuflect to the scheming
Insanity of those who don’t
Quite know,

The magic.

The absolute beauty.

Of how that drop came to be.

15 June, 2014
Online, prowling the www, on FB, and seeing this picture on Jeevan Mohandas’ profile 🙂 🙂

my eyes


Rain – Again (Haiku)

Thundering, roaring
Pounding on mountains, rooftops
Cleansing, raging, rains!

Tried my hand at Haiku, a favourite form of verse yet again. This time to test something a fellow blogger and awesome poet/writer Aareet had developed, as a sort of Haiku-syllable-counting software.


You’ll enjoy trying your hand at creating one!

9 August, 2013


Homeward Bound

Chugging past a distant memory
Of childhood fun and frolic
Playing in puddles, formed of mischief
Hiding under big banana leaves
From prying eyes of grown-ups!

An aeon hence I find that metaphor again
In the splatter of rain on my window
The blurred vision the yellow sign
Beckoning as it used to
Unhesitant in the welcome, in the warmth
That comforts this aching heart.

They said, you can never go home again.
But each raindrop I’ve met, since I left
Had a different story to tell – no, stories…
Of that time, when rain was life,
Before Life came along, and rained responsibilities.

All it takes is this rain splattered window
And that blurred yellow sign
My heart, it sings,
Revels in rain – and I know
I’m home again!

Inspired, entirely by a poem of a picture (as Govind has put it 🙂 ) by Shail Mohan in the way she bent rules while receiving the Inspiring blogger award from  Sumana  (oops sorry Shail and Suranga and Sumana! ) 🙂

19 September, 2012
Online 🙂
(Picture courtesy, Shail Mohan )

Psst… another of Shail’s wonderful photographs found a Haiku here… 🙂 Or rather the Haiku came out of the photograph there… 🙂