My Little Boat

Well These days I am reading a book called My Little Boat , by Mariam Karim.
Though i haven't completed it yet , but as the author puts in its a very new narrative attempt. I hope i'll be able to do it justice........(read it to the end)
But anyways I liked the title and the cover page so much...(one of the reasons i picked up the book) that i decided to write a very small poem for my very own little boat

My Little Boat

I wish
I had
A little boat
With golden oars
Sailing on the river
To a place unknown....


I wish
I had
A Little Boat
With a fishing net
And a kerosene lamp
Sailing smoothly one dusky evening
While the tired sun
Takes a bath
After a hectic day,
And slowly crawls under the sea
As it goes for a blissful sleep
With the stars and moons
Guarding its night bed…..
Dreaming about a little boat with a kerosene lamp.


I wish
I had
A little boat
Lost under
The star lit night
Creating silvery ripples in the silent sea
Mutely Witnessing ,
Caressing of the gulmohar trees
As they swing arms in arms with the fragrant breeze
Frothy waves striking magical notes
As they hit the moonlit shore……

THE INQUISITIVE

And by the way have i ever let you know that i love kids....remember the peter pan syndrome i was talking about




THE INQUISITIVE
The magnificent smile, on the little ones lips
With hope in their hearts and wings under their feet
Those little fingers and milky teeth
The moment their mother is out of sight,
Absolutely grief stricken and with little dew drops are filled their eyes
They’ll cry and cry till she comes and sits by
As of her, heaven with her baby is what she has already seen

With Blissful Innocence filling their eyes
They would ask her how far away the moon really is?
She’s is busy in hundred and one chores you see
Carelessly she’ll answer very far away dear you can yourself see……..
But how far is the far they would like to know
Because the exact distance to his little sister he wants to show
You cannot go there on foot or car she’ll say…
So why not take an aero plane and reach there? He’ll say…..

She gives him a long look and inwardly smiles……
With love pouring out in every breath she takes
And a tiny tear shinning in her beautiful eyes
She’ll bend down and fill him in her arms
Picking him up and gathering her saree in the same swing……
Pointing towards the moon she gives him a kiss
My Baby!! You’ll learn about rockets, in years to come
It goes to the moon……

Now that he knows the biggest secret of the universe
The shine in his eyes is increased many a times…
Happily he declares he’ll also go to the moon
Because from moon he has come his mother had already let him know!!!
The preparations begin and not a moment is lost
There’s a lot to do and a long list to be prepared
But first of all he must say goodbye
To his father he goes rushing straight away

He is sitting in the garden, and with his darling daughter he’s discussing…..
Why mustn’t one pluck the flowers in the nights?
Why going into the bushes is such a big fright
And here comes our master rolling and tumbling….
Into his dad’s arms he lands safely…….
Unaware of the big plans that are about to come his way!!
Patiently he waits for him to recover
But his little one lets him know without a second’s loss…
That to go to moon he had wanted since he was born
And now that he knows how to reach his fairy land
He has come to say bye bye to his dad……. Mini Khanna
2-January-2008

Day Dreamer

Well you guessed it right ,I would like to thank Mini my inspiration for this poem.hehehehe.... Though i know this one sounds a bit unpolished and Amateurish but then i am Amateur ... so enjoy :-)



The Day Dreamer


There were days when I sat
Dreaming and waiting for my future to unfold….
Playing many different roles, all at the same time in my stories yet untold…
Yes I had been very impatient
Like most of you,
To grow up into something, the world had never seen before….
I dreamt to be a painter,
I wanted to be a doctor,
I could have been a dancer
And to be the prime minister, was a lot easier…

To be so many different people, I tell you was not at all easy
For I would easily forget who I really was, since I was so busy…..
No money, no accomplishment
Can match the glory I have had in those late night stories …..
And In the kingdoms I have been, for my work you see…
The excitement, the awe…
Of the one who is so naïve and raw...
And such trust and innocence
Only a child can have.

Not a thing I know now shall ever match,
The wonderland I wanted to be in, when I was as big as I am.
And it is today that I realize
That dreaming those dreams were the best I could have had…
My childish fantasies might not have come true
But my dreams and play land will never be lost,
As of now they are just hidden deep in my heart….
Waiting to be rediscovered when I’ll care for them once again……….
And the day when I’ll become a child all over again


Mini Khanna
24-Dec-2007

COSMIC DANCE

hi again ,if you think that i am a typical nature admirer... then i would say that its only partly true because though nature is one thing that truly motivates me and leaves me spellbound,refreshed.... but poems are definately not the only thing i have to offer... I'll love share my views on many more things.... so keep hitting this blog......and Njoy reading :-) .


I don't know why but october happens to be my favorite month.especially the nigthts .... the smells..... and most of all having a stroll in the park.... and just letting the winds rush through my hairs...

Cosmic Dance





One October night as I sat on the terrace
Lost in the beauty of the world far away
In The kingdom of million stars and the planets unknown
Imagining how would it be to stand on the moon
I wanted to be taken away to the balcony
Where painting universe sat almighty
With a smile on his lips
And colors of nature………….
That splendid October night sky
Was his masterpiece I would tell him?
I was but a stroke of his brush
Yet, he had seen to it that I flourish………..
With tears in my eyes, I knew I would thank him
For this wonderful gift called life he had given me………..
And for the cosmic dance that was about to begin….
That stars twinkle I had always known
And the moonlight has a mesmerizing beauty I had been told
But that night, in my life I saw for the first time
With what spirituality, jasmine creeper intoxicated the wind
And the sight of wind kissing the clouds was a beauty so rare to be found………
That I was soon left gasping for my breath, completely absorbed in the cosmic chant …..
But the way monsoon clouds had put their show
It was not something planned in the script you know
They would hide the moon in their glow……..
He was no where to be found and it all started long ago………
The stars now started to panic
As for the cosmos, they stopped dancing
The owls and bats went searching
As of the nightingale she started singing
And the fireflies lighted my October sky
In search of their moon without whom they could not imagine their lives
The clouds weren’t gentle, for they now roared and thundered
They knew very well, why everyone was so restless
And they took great pleasure for the stars were now helpless
But what a true hero our little moon is, they couldn’t imagine!!
He soon gathered all his might
And pushed every cloud in his sight
They gathered there lightning and left so quickly…………
That the moon was left smiling sheepishly
And as for the splendid night, she found her lost beauty……….



Mini Khanna 27-Dec-07

Why winter Morning????

Well it's January 2008 and I am experiencing the chilly delhi winter mornings again.it's also the first time that I am writting for public view,though I am far from proffesional ,and I know this would eventually be lost in the heap of internet waste we have created for ourselves, but then writting gives me a satisfaction like none other... so here its a Poem for our lovely winter's and my first blog ever......



One Winter Morning……



One winter morning
When the grass was still wet from last night’s dew….
And there was hardly a being to be seen so soon…..
When the flowers blossomed, and birds sang merrily…
And my dog snuggled lazily…
When the morning sky was painted deep red….
And the milk man was waiting for people to get out of bed….
I decided to leave my slumber
And go out for a quick walk one chilly December…






I was surprised to find
The beauty I had never imagined existing
The winter deodar shinning brightly in those crimson sun rays
And the flowers shimmering brightly as if there had never been a dawn,
As splendid as the one when I decided to have a long walk…
The chilly winter wind so blessed and carefree
Gushing pass me and asking ‘’Where had I been?”
For so many years that she hadn’t seen me……
She wanted to know….
“Was I not aware that they all were waiting for me?”






Mini Khanna
24-December-2007