When I grow
I will be independent,
Self made and courageous.
I will dream big,
And rise from petty concerns.
I will work hard,
And control my destiny.

I will see through guile,
And make swift powerful moves.

Superman, spiderman, batman are all grown ups and brave;

For becoming young again, I will never crave….?

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Posted: July 15, 2015 in poem, poetry

A little less bend matters,
A broken flow knows.
A tilt shatters,
A pause waiting – floating in the eyes –
For a rush to complete…

A crossed boundary.
A whiff of air,
Soaked.

There is a meaning. There is a story.

What movies you watch-
Doesn’t matter.
What foods you enjoy-
Doesn’t matter.
What songs you listen to-
Doesn’t matter.
What does?
Perspectives matter.
Values matter.
Thoughts matter.
The why’s more than the what’s.
The same old cliche-
The approach and not the answer.

I am walking
My pace is slowing
I need to be wound
To keep going on
So I don’t stop
So I walk further away
Some distance far and I will turn
I am meaningless if I stop
I will need winding again
And again
Always

My mother…

Posted: May 28, 2014 in self composed

THOUGHTS in my words till Poetry...

Dear MOM,

Flames burning from your ideas and emotions,

Light my inspiration and innovation.

Like Mountains standing upright unmoved by any forces,

Your ideals make me face and defeat all challenges.

In your sparkling eyes and refreshing smile,

I find support and hope enough to cover countless miles.

In the rivers that flow from your heart with affection,

I sail, in any season, happily through our relation.

Bringing Lord’s blessings down to this earth for me,

Your teachings solve my problems, set my bondages free.

-Vrishti

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Look at the maid
Scrubbing paint off the floor.
What difference does it make,
Because she will anyway get paid?

What difference does it make
If, satisfaction, she cannot spell?
She will get it still;
I can only fake.

Time is moving,
I cannot stop,
As the sand
Slips away from my hand
And I can not hold;
What to do?
What to do?
I  loved you,
But could not help you;
My efforts were not enough;
So I was of no use.
It is good you chose others,
And moved forward with time;
But I could not;
What to do now?
I could not hold the time
And it slipped away;
What to do?
I am now of no use;
What to do?