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Wednesday, August 29, 2012


It was a usual day all wet and dry
Thoughts were racing and so was I
Was rather too quick to notice
Muddy waters left no footprint

The clouds had drawn and dark
It was raining but not too heavy
A black umbrella drawn in response
Lest I spoil my sharp dress new

A little splash here and there
I am cautious about every step
And till I see a child so merry
I don’t bother to look around

The drizzle had ceased
I realised a second or two late
And my umbrella had been painted
With the vibrancy of red

Gulmohar was with me since so long
The rain had just kept me busy
Stopping the gulmohar all along
But I brought it along.
-Appy H Purohit (19/7/2012)

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Curled Up Love !

I open my eyes to a dark eerie morn

Checked the clock, it was crack of dawn

My glasses were around I had a feel

The sky outside still dark steel!

Sat up, few moments to blink away

Watching an angel beside me lay

Quite, curled up on the edge of the bed

Ah! A little frown on her forehead.

Her heart faintly beating ceasing the lull

Antonym to my heart now a thump dull

Her fragile limbs drawn so close,

Prior to light the petals of a rose!

For a brief second she opened her eyes

Deep, mystique, green a surprise...

Peeping through, she found my lap,

Bound me into a subtle trap

Gently I lifted her hand and kiss'd

My heart still skips a beat at this...

Every morn now I sit up to blink away

Watching an angel beside me lay!

-Appy H. Purohit (25/2/2011)

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Boy On The Side!

A bench under the window sill

Occupied by a boy rather timid

The sky so bright the lawns so vivid

The world outside, so much a thrill

They said he was different

Rather called differently able

A note lay on the teachers’ table

“Lost his hands, calm but valiant”

Parents killed, arms cut

Tried hard but the doc said sorry no luck

A life on bread makes his own buck

But a smile plastered to the face, struck.

A true fighter a survivor he was,

A student amidst all on the side bench

A thirst he was waiting to quench

Yet a smile, yes that silent applause!

Always mocked at but that didn’t matter,

A world of forgiveness no further to explore

Not a fist to clench therefore,

A smile out of the window sill to scatter!

-Appy H. Purohit(15/2/2011)

Friday, February 11, 2011

Learning to live !

Is learning to survive more important than learning to live?

Food for thought not more than a distant dream,

Distant loud cries no longer give-

What when sad sobs could silently scream.

A further mile when forced to walk

Let out a shriek when saw His kingdom

In battered ruins lies floating in the loch

Too withered too weak to enjoy the freedom

A life of his basic needs deprived

He lives without a complaint

A lamp in the distance lives on twigs dried

God’s creation, maybe the last saint

Will fight his way, he has hope

A feeling so strong, so full of bliss

A seed into a plant he will develop

To live, not to survive, will smile amidst

-Appy. H Purohit(26/1/2011)

A Perfect 10 !

To be perfect it doesn’t

Always have to be a ten,

Sometimes where you haven’t

Searched, is where you find Zen.

The farther I am from the horizon

The sun does not get any smaller.

It’s his mercy in the Warbler’s song

Every step in a direction, is nearer

To be perfect you lose the real

In that race for the ten,

It’s just a number not a meal

Ah, forgot to say Amen?

Any number can be a ten

What counts is smile that appears

On your mom’s face, just when

Proud eyes roll out tears...

-Appy H. Purohit (31/1/2011)


Wake up to a wishful morn

A sinful day to follow

Alas it’s a night again

But soon it will be dawn

Pull a jumper from the rack

I know it’s on the edges torn

But you shall need it

When the summer winds are gone

Just as the sun beckons to call

Morning air fills the den

A sip of coffee and all’s forgotten

Long lost seems the dawn

Work! Work! Work! Shouts the head

A devil seems to be born

The office walls usually so quiet

Now seem to take in no more

Parks are empty children gone

You wonder where it all passed

A sandpit, a swing, a life

For This was it forgone?

Keys rattle the door opens

See the four poster where you mourn

A night full of tears awaits

I see an angel beyond.

A tear blurs your eyes

Let it go beyond

Followed by another cry

Let it remain unborn!

-Appy H Purohit (03/02/2011)

A Life Truly Lived !

A pebble rolled in a leaf

Floating on muddy waters

The sun burning high in grief

Poor thing, overlooked in disbelief!

A slow tumble a calm rumble

The leaf began to open,

The pebble in a stutter, a fumble

Brown now, the leaf began to crumble.

Holding on to dear life,

Tormenting for the first time

A little pebble in strife

With the world, a heavy price

Bidding the charred leaf goodbye

It is lost in muddy waters

No longer does it fear a flare high,

Gone forever in the blink of an eye!

-Appy H. Purohit (6/2/2011)