Radhika Garud

 Radhika Garud - She writes poetry in English. She has been writing poetry ever since she developed a sense of love for the written word. She writes on varied topics - nature, topics that are imaginative, descriptive, narrative or those which are close to the realities of life. She says-

”Poetry writing is one of my cherished hobbies. I have developed an innate interest in poetry writing, as it gives me a pleasure & a different sense of fulfillment. It’s like you have a voice on something, and you are completely able to express yourself on it”.

Academically, she has done M.B.A Personnel and a Post Graduate Diploma in Human resource Management. She belongs to India.

Silence…..

Winds blowing,
Trees swaying,
There lies a certain aura in the surrounding...

Chair rocking; Curtains flowing,
Pages flipping,
The door is wide open and is screeching…

Flowers in the vase drying,
A half full glass of wine lying,
Of footsteps and voices there’s no sign…

With colors still somewhat wet,
On the side table is kept,
A yet to be completed painting,
It bears a theme of the quietness around- similar something…

The bed sheet and pillow covers still wrinkled,
Papers down on the floor- scattered and crumpled…

The time piece on the wall goes on with its tickle,
Somewhere the tap begins to trickle…

What dwells thus is a vacuum,
But even amidst this vacuum-
Resides a silence which speaks volumes……..!


The Common Man….

Every other face on the street is of this man,
In day to day terms he’s called the common man.

His day begins with the daily newspaper,
What all happens around-
Updates him this sheet of paper.

With a piping hot cup of tea start his mornings,
All through the day, for him are lined up plenty of things.

To survive and succeed, he’s to slog a lot,
For a living he takes up some authentic job.

He’s an earner; a bread-winner,
He leads a simple life- simple lunch and dinner.

As a responsible citizen, he votes,
His nation has good leaders- he hopes.

Something he dreads is inflation,
Apt begin in his mind adjustments and calculations

He complains, he cribs, he frowns
His life revolves around ups and downs.

He questions, he fumes, he protests,
Asking himself - how many more tests?

He analyses, he demonstrates, he performs,
His life is governed by norms.

With a smile on face
And hope in heart
He falls asleep…
Tomorrow he has to wake up
And take a further leap…

This simplicity defines our common man,
Every other face on street resembles this man……..!


Goodbye…..

As I lift my hand
And say goodbye
In the corner you stand
And you ask- Why?

You simply wait by the gate,
I know- goodbye is something you hate.

You feel sad from head to toe,
As you ask me- “do you really have to go?”

You try to hold on to my wrist,
But my dear,
Arrivals and departures co-exist.

So don’t wave goodbyes,
With moist eyes.

All’s well that ends well,
Hence it’s called as farewell.

Today I have to go,
But I will be back someday, may be even tomorrow.

So don’t cry
Don’t question me- why
Just bid me a smiling goodbye……….!