Poetic winter

I wrote nine poems in Janurary 2014 to mark the completion of nine years of the annual department event at my workplace. I have been part of its organizing committee since the inception of this annual event in 2005. I have a deep emotional connect with the event that touches the lives of 500 employees of our department.

I present five of these poems below.

THE NINTH ROSE

For nine years, I have known you

For nine years, I have loved you.

Thus nine roses I send your way

Nine poems make a special bouquet.

 

Each rose is redder than red can be

Coz it blooms with my heart’s red blood.

Each poem is an ode to thee

As my tender and innocent emotions flood.

 

Red curtains, blood red love

Red red frenzy everywhere.

Heart skips a beat, as you tap your feet

And tenderly accept my bouquet dear.

With your fingers nimble

When you explore my poetic bouquet;

In the garden of passions simple

My heart does a silent cabaret.

When you caress the roses eight

For the ninth, I feel uneven.

And then to my surprise pleasant

You pluck it out, and raise it to heaven.

As you adorn the ninth rose on you

And clip it up your diamond crown;

A poem becomes a song so true

You know, my world goes upside down. 

 

Ninth song, ninth rose, a tribute today

Long live CCDS recognitions day! 

SHE TURNS NINE

Nine planets – the sky they kiss!
Nine months of prenatal bliss;

Nine is auspicious – get it straight

Now she turns nine, and that is great.
 

From a stage that was not hers

To a stage that was half made;

She has come a long way

Evolved much, yet much unchanged.

 

On one hand I wonder, she is already nine!

Seems yesterday, since born she has been;

On the other hand, with all her gait

At nine, she looks so eighteen.

TIME NEVER RETURNS

 Now the days are numbered

And the nights are few;

Before the secret is unveiled

Unfolds a story new.

 Boys and girls of CCDS

Shall sing and dance in joy;

In harmony they shall progress

In unison shall shout Ahoy!

If you are left out, you shall repent

Take no chance my friend;

To gather the flowers strewn on the floor

You must stoop and bend.

 This is your event, this is your day

Embrace it with open arms;

Check-in early, enjoy your stay

Remember, time never returns.

I FEEL SPRING IN WINTER

It is foggy, it is cold,

It is winter, I am told;

But somewhere deep inside

I am feeling spring unfold.
 

 

I hear whispers in my ear

Someone muttering

“Manthan is near”;

“Spandan is here”.
 

The Curtain is calling

Red carpet is laid;

Applauses pouring

Tributes to be paid.
 

Perhaps this anticipation

Fills my heart with passion;

And that is why in winter

To spring, my heart gives shelter.

SPIRIT OF CCDS RECOGNITIONS DAY

Best of leaders, best performers

Deliver best of projects here;

To celebrate best of best achievements

CCDS Recognitions Day is here.

It is not just about work my friend

It is as much about having fun;

That is why in unison we churn

Best of arts under the sun.

 

Awards committee burns midnight oil

Logistics leave no unturned stone;

Cultural folks, day and night, do toil

Lusters stage and communication.

 It cuts across the pecking order

Across teams and across gender;

Such is the spirit of this day

Rough and tough, yet soft and tender.