June 8, 2012

To Whom It May Concern

Close your eyes
Say what you see,
If you feel his pain
Why not set him free!


Close your ears
Tell what you hear,
Is the clarion call
Still not quite clear?

Open your mind now
A moment so new --
It's been long waiting
Time to renew anew.


May 10, 2012

On Turning Four

Today as you turned four
Baby we can call you are no more.
But you are still our little Pudlu
'Happy Birthday' said dada Gudlu.

Today's a special day to celebrate
Not being with you we mostly hate.
Your year #3 was so much fun --
Specially your visit to California sun.

From mimi's house to the train
are our rides down memory lane.
You started to swim like a fish
and to enjoy all kinds of dish.

You are one cool artist in your den
and mom's li'l helper in the kitchen.
Then came daddy's Australia trip
All the cool stuff makes you hip.

Your knowledge of country flag
gives us pride and right to brag. 
I am quickly running out of rhyme
So see you today on Facetime.

Happy Birthday to a special boy
May your life be full of Joy!

March 19, 2012

Krishu the fish

 This is a poem for Krishu (written after he finished his swimming lessons)

There's a little boy named Krish
who really can swim like a fish.
He enjoys going to the pool
with the floater his only tool.
He can swim at length a mile
finishing of course with a smile!

Congrats Krishu!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bf6toaL6-98

February 28, 2012

Another Holi

from crimson morning
to lavender evening -
colorful Holi!

January 12, 2012

On your 5th Birthday

Five long years gone, painfully long
You beat evermore in our hearts' song.
One, two, three, four, and now five
Each year keeps your memory alive.

Why do God give and then reprive?
Sadly true, life without you is no jive.
Your life though short, impact is long
fond memories of you keep us strong.

Time flies, today you have turned five --
But to be by your side, I couldn't contrive.
So, here's a birthday wish moist with tear.
We miss you, we love you, our angel dear!

Hope you loved the balloons we all left
and the wooden clogs for you we kept.
You would have been five, you are five.
In our mind's eye, the dream is alive.