Author Archives: Nalini Srivastava

About Nalini Srivastava

I am an Indian.I write to let go of myself.It is my catharsis.My biggest inspiration is my son and every passing moment of life.I am a teacher by profession and the way I love to write ,I love to teach.With my one solo poetry book already published "Feminine Musings" hope many more will see the light.

The Solo Rose

I got up with brood,
Like past few days,I was in explosive mood.
The lonely nights,
The absence of fights,
Dinner and lunches got burnt ,with my thoughtful mood,
Lack of some beautiful company,
and unshared worries added to the agony.
It was a hot hot day,
and to keep random thoughts away,
I took a walk in my dying garden.
I was stuck with the sight of a solo rose,
smiling at me,striking a pose.
My mind turned sides
i beamed a smile so wide.
I was not so alone after all,
A rose had survived the heat and the fall.
I thanked my unknown bosom buddy,
and decided to live the days on a better note.

The million gales

Her voice echoed in the valley of heart,
But He could not tell the twins apart.
He fell in love with one of them,
Not knowing that one had another of same form
But with a temper which could start fire
Even in the middle of the pond.
As they both came in front of the groom
His mind took a swirl and then he smiled.
I am looking for the one whose smile cheers even the dead souls,
Lets have a hearty laugh,
To celebrate the love maiden.
One smiled and the other laughed,
One was like the earthy dew
The other was the blow of a thousand gale.
He did not know, they changed the place, as he blinked.
And he chose fire, while searching for the choicest of few.
Life they said, was spicy mix of sweet and tart,
So were the two who loved to live in combination,
Once the first and then the second
The life of others was living drama
Progressing towards the end.

I am alive still…

Pause may have arrived
But I am not dead yet.
I may have mood swings,
And may be wild at time .
Yes, my spirit refuses to co operate
With the bodily rhymes.
Physical being refuses to be active
And soul wants to do wild things.
Ain’t it just the opposite what it is supposed to be in normal human beings.
I demand attention,
My life is not over yet.
I still need you
And when you ignore
I feel like destroying the world
And then be born once more.
I refuse to surrender,
I am still alive.
My form will not decide
If i breathe or i should die

As I hug you a little tighter my son

As I hug you a little tighter
Before I put you to bed,my son,
I think of a mother who cries herself to sleep.
Patting lovingly an empty bed.
In her tattered sleep,
she smiles as she sees her young son
making demands for his favourite food,
And she attends to him,second to none.
As I am about to doze off,
as you gently snore off to sleep,
She wakes up with a start ,
to find herself again alone and starts to weep.
I hug you tighter again even though you mumble in protest in sleep,
She has lost her son ,nothing left but memories and pain to embrace.
Life is precious and it is unpredictable,
She learnt the hard way and I learnt from her,
As with tears ,Life passes by.

*Dedicated to my class 10 student,who passed away few days back.

Be My Valentine

At the beach side
Or at the roof top,
When I am lonely,
Looking at setting sun
Of my ending life,
Be my valentine.

When even family
Leaves my side.
When I am free from rush
But caught in strife.
When I forget to cheer myself
Be my valentine.

When I start to forget,
What is yours or mine.
I start missing wishing days
And my strength is on decline,
When frowns replace laughterlines
Be my valentine.

When my giggling eyes
Are replaced by lost look.
When i forget to turn off the stove
And I burn off the things to cook.
When I deserve the least to be your darling
Will you be valentine?

Hurtful shards of tears

Ouch!

It hurt my feet and my heart too
The Invisible tears that fell down
Last night when you left.
The vaccum temporarily filled
Was left open gaping wide.
Loneliness ran in my veins,
And tore me apart.
Few drops of red and countless fading grey,
Kohl rimmed eyes, now just a smudged blot.
Red lips wiped into a sluttish droopy grin,
The peak left me in Abyss of pain.
The shards of tears that refuse to go,
Dig deeper their claws in my heart
Wherever I go.

The lasting colorful last moments

When I breathe my last,
I want nature to break its mourning fast.
Sun will burst into its orange hues
And the night will cry
But in its peacock blues.
The sea green will be tiara on my head
And crimson yellow daffodils, my bed.
Pink rosy tulips will wave me goodbye
And blues of the sea and sky
Cry out a dewy pearly white Hi!
It would be a dusky grey day
Rains will weave music in black and white
I will have bridal red dawn as my last night…

If I die tonight

If I die tonight
Here is my will ,my beloved .
My memories just belong to you
And my ashes to be dug in my garden.
When the spring will come,
They will bloom with fragrances
And in autumn,
They will lie embedded
In the soil ,inside a fallen leaf.
In the winter,they will stir
Inside the buds of poppy
But in the summers,
Put some shade in a corner
And I will rest there till I bloom again.
Do not preserve my memorabilia
Unless You want me to haunt around.
But yes,my home and your heart
Will be my abode forever
Whether you want or not.

A New Year Can Begin Any Day

A new year can be started any day,

Start and count three hundred and sixty five days

And it makes it a new year in progress.

Relish the first drop of dew,

And treasure those who truly love you.

The ones who don’t,

They simply don’t exist now on,

And heart is not allowed to ache for those who are gone.

The ones who left the world

Continue to live in memories, shining bright

And if you are alone this day,

Come on! It is just alright.

So start counting to three hundred and sixty five

And we will meet again on the other side.