September 20, 2016

For the Woman of Substance

She is a woman,
made not of wax, but of fire,
in her eyes,
you can feel the burning ambitions and desires.

She has her own fears,
but, her attitude is crystal clear.

She progresses through her path,
boldly facing the worldly wrath.

Nothing can stop her, even if you want,
always remember,
she has a heart carved out of ember,
for she is a woman of substance.

August 26, 2016

Feed Me the Words

Oh! these words,
travel through the world.
A pilgrimage they make,
passing oceans, skies and lakes.

What panoramic scenes we know,
if words are not to flow.
                      a gamboling kitten,
                      a solitary lighthouse,
                      a volery of birds.

What paradisiac nature we see,
if words are not set free.
                       the auriferous sun,  
                       the fluvial contours,
                       the humongous hills.

Words are what - the mirabilia of this world.
So, feed me the words. 

July 12, 2016

Song of the Lonely Whale

In the vast blue
he swims aloof
his songs no one can hear
the pain is too much to bear
unique in this whole wide world
far off from emotions he’s hurled
deep in oceanic glen and glades
echoes
song of the lonely whale.

Ref: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/52-hertz_whale

July 10, 2016

Folds of Life


Folds of life turn over and over,
as wind plays in leaves and clover.
Each leaf vein carries story of yore,
many more hide behind the door.

When transitions unfold,
much words stay untold,
struggling to come out,
in open they wish to sprout.

Folds of life rise,
beyond the eyes,
and shut in our mind,
as memories we wish to find.






June 19, 2016

This is the Night of a Summer’s Day

This is the night,
of a summer’s day,
when daylights,
hide, tire and wane.

Moon’s cooling gaze,
fades summer’s rage.
Night’s magic all over,
floats till dawn,
as morning haze.

This is the night,
of a summer’s day,
when daylights,
hide, tire and wane.


June 17, 2016

Treasure




Of
all the treasures
that
I hold
you
are the
most precious of all
shining goodness
of your soul
makes
my heart’s
essence glow
for
you
are the
only treasure
I behold

May 25, 2016

Trees

Lush green trees,
of summer’s breeze,
sing to us a melody sweet.

Pale green buds of new beginnings,
lucid white seed sprinklings,
happily feed the finches.

As summery hot days soar,
Oh! trees, your shades,
our scorched hearts  adore.


5th June : World Environment Day, lets do our bit for it.