Roses

O’ Rose
Reminders of days when I was not old
Low and high, you amazingly behold
Will you not live with your petals unfold?

Making your service to man and the Gods
In separation or melancholy, a consolation to the loved
How do you excel in moving hearts by all odds?

Weaved as bracelets and sewed in garlands
Marriage and parties, a delight in all hands
Don’t you ever come up with any demands?

Adored for your color and loved for the warmth
Bought for ceremonies, both births and deaths
Isn’t it difficult to express all in one breath?

Spreading the fragrance far and wide across
Scorned for the thorns, yet loved for the gloss
Are you not ever sad with the game played for loss?

An ardor of sensuality, embraced with divinity
Bestowing harmony with fine modesty
Do you know the word rose means enduring beauty?
O ‘Rose!

Mirage

Cold and numb feet in boots, tired in need of rest,
paving its way through the snowy land, clad in silver vest,
I see a patch of grass, ethereal fairies playing at a yard,
I move closer very fast to find nothing but wood charred.
Alas! It was a mirage! It was a mirage!

Gusty freezing wind, blowing across my face,
heaving with the weight of my coat, scurrying with my pace,
I look at mermaids, trying to break through the ice shield below,
I found them nowhere as I waived with my gloved hands to say hello.
Alas! It was a mirage! It was a mirage!

Stale smell around, something burning rapidly with blaze,
peeking sun in the clouds, bereft with no heat just the glaze,
I hear a crackling sound of fire, miles away from where I stall,
I run fast to get the warmth but I hear no whine or a growl,
Alas! It was a mirage! It was a mirage!

Closed eyes twitching, clammy sweaty hands,
Knowing not what is happening, chest not able to expand,
I open my eyes to discover, my cat licking me all over,
I realize it all was a dream, no more I was a rover,
Alas! It was a mirage! It was a mirage!

Sparrow

A lonely sparrow I am.
Keep away the stones, do not see merciless at me.
The unlimited sky did not appeal me, so I came to your courtyard.
Look at the thatch on the roof of that house, with the weeds and the grass I have made my nest.
I will still fly to your courtyard to have a glimpse, of the sweetbread you cook each day.
I will swing and sing merrily, make your smile into laughter.
I will have what you serve me and when the time comes,
I will pack up my baggage to leave for the oceanic blue sky…
Cause the lonely sparrow I am.

Asking the Mirror…

Deep slumber ended
I woke up to find, no arms to embrace me
I looked up in the mirror
Is it a dream?

My heart yearned to be
Accross seven seas, where my love had gone
I looked up in the mirror
will we meet?

The wait lasted
More than I expected, I was to meet him now
I looked up in the mirror
have I changed?

The meeting occured
Tears flooded my eyes…No mirror this time
I looked up into his eyes
Was it me?

Creations

Eve of War

Love brings joy, peace all around,
a father brings a toy, for his little boy confound.

Has the war begun, asks the young son,
playing with the gun, which his father had bought for fun.

He tells him it is time, to play the game again,
but he knows in the back of his mind, distracting him will be in vain.

A question by every child, who knows nothing of war,
everyone who smiled, cried in dismay what for.

He knows in the core of his heart, will never be able to explain,
it comes with all the wrath, is not simple and plain.

So small and naive, yet has so much to question,
who doesn’t know how to grieve, and knows nothing of aggression.

Such pure mind and soul, should be let to live a beautiful life,
if everyone has this same goal, there will be no suffering or strife.

Have the memories been erased, what war beholds for us,
the only balm which is chaste, is to say a no to yes.

O Mother

Mother of mine,
how should I thank you.

Together the games we played,
for my health many a times you prayed,
You called me your life.

The moments you coddled,
ineffable warmth you showered,
You nurtured my life.

Rich in impeccable love,
Beautiful and candid,
You gave me a life.

O Mother of mine,
how should I thank you.