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Varsha Gurumurthy

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The monsoon creatures

by

Varsha Gurumurthy

The monsoon has arrived
With cicadas playin symphony
A koel or two and a plaintive cuckoo
Breaking into toads cacophony

Dragonflies, damselflies, beetles and butterflies
The wily soggy bloodsucking leeches
The snalis are carrying their homes along
Into the rains where they belong


A visit to the animal museum

by

Varsha Gurumurthy

Other day I went to the museum
Packed with mangoes and a cake with plum
I was very excited
Never thought tíwas haunted!

All the animals were alive
Tigers were dancing in five
How come giraffes so small
And rats and mice so tall?

Elephants busy playing ping pong
Butterflies chasing the mighty king kong
Suddenly the monkeys snatched my mangoes
As I watched the horses singing solos

Marsupials had manicure
Hippos Ďní rhinos had pedicure
Seeing this the bears turned weird
and in the meanwhile I got very tired

As I came out tired
Thinking what all transpired
But dead animals entertaining me
Is better than many zombies around me

The Mind

by

Varsha Gurumurthy

"The Mind"

The human mind
Civilisation's power house
Restless and unbound
Greatest of mysteries

It makes one
A loveable soul
If treated badly
It can turn one foul

Destructive, is it?
But fire can burn and feed.
If one can control it
Might be on par with God

An idle mind could be
Devilís workshop
But colorless would it be
If becomes a sweatshop

Thank God
I must say
Mine is balanced
And well till today

Shun

by

Varsha Gurumurthy


Itís another day-break
I beseech you, donít shun
Iím only seeking for my sake
A little cozy space under the sun

Shortly after it arrives
The cicada is, certainly dying
Still our attraction it derives
Ainít for recognition itís crying?

If it is the color of my Ďskiní
Then I must say
Under it we are all akin
Nothing wrong with me, I pray

If it is not the colour of my skin,
Why do I see those eyes turn green
My success should not be a reason
To shun, look its hind for all the pain

To my words, pay some heed
Nature is good indeed
To no one am I a threat
Hence no reason to reject

Hope follows every morning
Once again I begin dreaming
As the snow doesnít despise us
Nor the Sun, irked by our brilliance

Green might be the colour of jealous
I take it as the colour of the spirits
I decide to be relentless
For sure nothing comes effortless

Autumn Night

by

Varsha Gurumurthy

There comes a calm night
With no sign of light
Lonely moon the only sight
Dancing shadows, all over, right

Are they suspicious?
Those trees, deciduous
They sure look tedious
Coming winter not so generous

The trees sigh
When the winds pass by
Those nocturnal sounds are fine
I make sure not stolen by mine

Suddenly thereís a shine
With mildew ready to dine
As the watery sand glints
Giving calm nightís hints

A day in my life

by

Varsha Gurumurthy

The morning light
Is very bright
The very first sight
Gives us some might

Very soon
Comes the noon
Sitting under the leafy shade
Which the trees have made
Till the Sun is about to fade

Then comes out the moon
Natureís boon
Bringing us the reminiscence
To make our lifeís essence

Before the next morning
When it seems boring
Watch those gleaming few
Leaves adorned with dew

What better way
To spend your day
To drive the worries away
As it gives us hopes in an array

Secrets

by

Varsha Gurumurthy

They have always been there
And they will always be
Unless we want to bequeath;
Like a treasure buried underneath
Deep down in the heart
Locked with invisible keys
Neither lost, nor found
Even when everyoneís around
They should have been there
But seems, they never were
When gets unveiled and lay bare
Does Truth remain as it were?
Even when the souls depart
And the rest go into the grave
None can tear them apart
They remain eternal and grave

The Helpless Me!

by

Varsha Gurumurthy

I looked out of the window
At the bright sky above
And towards the horizon
A unicorn galloping alone
The trees swung along
To the birdsí chirps and song
As the squirrels popped out
Of the hollows in a rout
Rabbits, in pure white
Jumping in delight
Oh! That sweet innocence
Even as I tried to cross the fence
And gallop along
To take my place among
"Hey! Are you listening?"
Teacher pulled me from my musing
Back to the "Spell bee"
"ĎLieutenantí, how do you spell thee?"
Reality seizes once again
And leashes me to this life mundane

Whither the rain?

by

Varsha Gurumurthy

I keep waiting
For that one sign
My ears want to keep hearing
The pitter patter again
As I stand out alone
With the sky my only shelter
And bear witness those overgrown
Cotton candies, marshmallows, whatever
But, where is the wetter?
Huh, wonít this get any better?
As I make up my mind
And decide to unwind_
Wait_what is this drop
That brings me to a stop?
"Itís raining" I shout
Now I no more have to pout
For, these rain drops, pure
Wash our sorrows, for sure

Reunion

by

Varsha Gurumurthy

I stood there top of the hill my head raised
Looking at the gloomy grey sky crying upon me
My tears dominated by the mightier rain drops
My heart felt at ease as my tears now wiped away by the rain
I sat down splashing the puddle of water
Watering the nearby shrubs that had been longing for too long for this day
Their wishes fulfilled along with mine, sorrows ended
A familiar figure approached me
From a distance
Only slightly visible; ghostlike
I strained my eyes to get a glimpse
The familiar gait struck my soul
As I ran across the meadow as fast as my legs could carry me
I stopped abruptly
My smile that resembled hers so much
It was like seeing myself
Her umbrella flew off with the wind reluctantly
I rushed into her arms. This is where I belong.
"I am back ma"
I cried
for good.......

Secrets

by

Varsha Gurumurthy

They have always been there
And they will always be
Unless we want to bequeath;
Like a treasure buried underneath
Deep down in the heart
Locked with invisible keys
Neither lost, nor found
Even when everyoneís around
They should have been there
But seems, they never were
When gets unveiled and lay bare
Does Truth remain as it were?
Even when the souls depart
And the rest go into the grave
None can tear them apart
They remain eternal and grave

The Helpless Me!

by

Varsha Gurumurthy

I looked out of the window
At the bright sky above
And towards the horizon
A unicorn galloping alone
The trees swung along
To the birdsí chirps and song
As the squirrels popped out
Of the hollows in a rout
Rabbits, in pure white
Jumping in delight
Oh! That sweet innocence
Even as I tried to cross the fence
And gallop along
To take my place among
"Hey! Are you listening?"
Teacher pulled me from my musing
Back to the "Spell bee"
"ĎLieutenantí, how do you spell thee?"
Reality seizes once again
And leashes me to this life mundane

Whither the rain?

by

Varsha Gurumurthy

I keep waiting
For that one sign
My ears want to keep hearing
The pitter patter again
As I stand out alone
With the sky my only shelter
And bear witness those overgrown
Cotton candies, marshmallows, whatever
But, where is the wetter?
Huh, wonít this get any better?
As I make up my mind
And decide to unwind_
Wait_what is this drop
That brings me to a stop?
"Itís raining" I shout
Now I no more have to pout
For, these rain drops, pure
Wash our sorrows, for sure

Reunion

by

Varsha Gurumurthy

I stood there top of the hill my head raised
Looking at the gloomy grey sky crying upon me
My tears dominated by the mightier rain drops
My heart felt at ease as my tears now wiped away by the rain
I sat down splashing the puddle of water
Watering the nearby shrubs that had been longing for too long for this day
Their wishes fulfilled along with mine, sorrows ended
A familiar figure approached me
From a distance
Only slightly visible; ghostlike
I strained my eyes to get a glimpse
The familiar gait struck my soul
As I ran across the meadow as fast as my legs could carry me
I stopped abruptly
My smile that resembled hers so much
It was like seeing myself
Her umbrella flew off with the wind reluctantly
I rushed into her arms. This is where I belong.
"I am back ma"
I cried
for good.......