English Poetry

A collection of poems penned by Sudhām on a range of topics.

  • English Poetry

    Ode to a Sibling

    Is there a burial ground for a heartache?
    A deep distant corner to bury your feelings
    Of the sort that were suppressed
    Emotions left unexpressed
    
    The ache of a playmate lost
    The agony of a companion gone
    The hand that helped me walk
    The one who shaped the way I write and talk
    Never to come back again ..you're gone without a trace
    
    Every time I've thought of you I've held back
    Stopped myself from wondering
    How it would have been had you been around
    How you'd have felt
    In my moments of joy and those when I was in pain
    
    Years have passed yet the hurt remains
    The unsaid and the unreleased is what I pen today
    Don't need photographs on the wall
    I close my eyes... I see your face
  • English Poetry

    Thank You

    A chance encounter
    A wave of hand
    A familiar face
    A breaking smile
    
    Triggers a train of thought
    A walk down memory lane
    Vivid images of cherished times
    Of growing up and carefree lives
    
    Classroom pranks and innocent lies
    Stolen lunches and greedy bites
    Muddy shoes and loose hung ties
    Of friendships stronger than family ties
    
    
    The teachers who fanned our imagination
    With a word of praise and the occasional stick
    An encouraging smile for every puzzled look
    Of discovering a world beyond text books
    
    It all comes back each time I pass you by
    I find myself await another smile
    This perhaps is a good time to say this
    For its been brewing for a while
    
    
    Everything I've ever wanted or wanted to be
    For making me who I am or ever will be
    Thank you dear Alma Mater
    For being a part of me
  • English Poetry

    Life In a Cliche

    I love to catch the morning sun in my eye
    Always believed there's a cloud with the silver lining somewhere in the sky
    
    I long to catch the winter morning breeze
    When it rains I relish the sight of the washed green leaves
    
    Yes there's a rainbow somewhere with a pot of gold
    For every ending there's a story still untold
    
    I know that good things come to those who wait
    That there will come a day when all the work is finished or when it is not too late
    
    I still feel the bitter truth is better than a lie
    That belief is in saying why not rather than why
    
    Wisdom is not in holding on but letting go
    When the tide is against you its better lying low
    
    In my life I have not loved wisely but loved deep
    Never made promises I could not keep
    
    Always tried to disguise my despair as patience
    Looked forward to the journeys and not the destinations
    
    Chosen life (Well...considering the alternative !)
    Thank you Lord for all the mercies
    
    Whenever I look back at my life
    I would love to have LIVED it just like the cliche!
  • English Poetry

    The Beggar

    I’ve seen many a time, a beggar.
    
    He sits under the old oak you know,
    Just down the street.
    
    He sits there with his hands spread
    Crying out just, just a rupee for today’s bread.
    
    He is pitiable.
    I wonder why he took to begging.
    
    He is not disabled, that much I know
    And his handicap, it never does show.
    
    Was it joblessness? I asked.
    But to this he just smiled.
    
    My attempts to know him were futile,
    And he’s been there all this while.
    
    I’ve known him for ten years now
    And till today I wonder, why?
    
    But my questions get lost in his smile.
    
  • English Poetry

    Time to Fly

    Some pages in the book of life are best unread
    No point looking back nor consider retreat
    
    
    Got to find a raindrop that patters to your beat
    There is a cloud that has your silver line
    
    
    
    There're shells at a beach for you to find
    Spaces for you to venture into
    
    
    Challenges waiting for you to try
    Dreams waiting to come alive
    
    
    Go on! Turn the page
    Life's waiting to be lived
    
    
    It's not just spreading your wings
    But courage that makes you fly
  • English Poetry

    An Ode… To Those Who Believed

    It's not easy to walk a different path
    To set off on a journey where questions abound
    
    The doubts they flourish when you are stepping onto roads 
    That are foreseeably bumpy, uncharted, even inexistent
    
    Risking it all doesn’t mean absence of fear
    The clock is your enemy and the mirror isn’t your friend
    
    When you have only yourself to blame and to rely
    When there are no maps or guiding stars in the sky
    
    Tis the believers who hold the torch
    For the explorers on their onward march
    
    No birds ever flew without the wind beneath their wings
    It is their belief that fuels the hope each passing day brings
    
  • English Poetry

    The Choice

    Why should life be lived 
    On someone else's terms
    
    One needs to feel the angst
    Of their own itches and burns
    
    Who knows when a right may come
    Even if it is after a few wrong turns
    
    Happiness lies in chasing ones own dreams
    
    What good are wings if they are tethered
    Life is only fulfilling if it's lived unfettered
  • English Poetry

    Forever Indebted

    For caressing my curiosity beyond a tome
    For creating a home away from home
    For helping me get up after a fall
    For pushing me to give it my all
    For encouraging thought and creativity 
    For ignoring acts of teenage proclivity 
    For the angry glare and timely reprimand
    For simply saying “I understand”
    For making sure I became the best version of me
    For I couldn’t have made it this far had you just let me be
  • English Poetry

    Mother

    I walk alone
    Trying to find a way back home
    I look for a landmark
    Yet I keep coming back to the start
    I am tired and strained
    The sights and sounds seem unfamiliar
    The shadows grow longer
    I am scared and frightened
    I see a light shining in the distance
    I open my eyes
    Yes, I am home
    A loving touch
    A hand runs its fingers through my hair
    It's you mother
    I am comforted by your tender loving care
  • English Poetry

    A Date with a Memory

    A Date with a Memory
    A Marked Calendar!
    How does one prepare
    To face impending despair
    What do you do
    When you know the blues are going to hit you
    You see the pages of calendar turn
    A date with a memory awaits
    Passing time hasn't yet healed the burns
    Of a day when you were hit by a cruel twist of fate
    You try to move on
    Carefully treading down memory lane
    Past flashing images of a loved one gone
    The heart laments, aches and pains
    The day passes punctuated with awkward silences
    With the mind and heart attempting conversation
    What one says the other refuses
    Each year its the same situation
    Someday the mind hopes the heart shall learn
    To look back and remember
    The years of pure joy 
    And not just one bad day in September