THE GARDENER


Lie down , on the soft green grass.
The silken carpet is spread for you
for you to rest
on the cosy emerald
 with ease and  comfort …
The gardener tonight watered the weeds
Lo! It transformed into a satin sheet..,
How much he cares ,
Do you realize…
He snipped off the rough edges
while you sleep…
 
Open your eyes ,
absorb the beauty..
The vast sky spreads its arms with care…
 
The gardener awaits …
till you wake up…
a thousand flowers  embrace your season…
with ravishing dew drops
will the jewels shine…
 your soul and heart  forgets
There is a gardener to water,
The Garden of your life!

I bask !


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I bask in the gleaming sunshine
 the soft wind kisses my whorls,
through miles it traversed,
playing with the clouds dancing above


the  weeds of thoughts 
 now brushed aside
I snuggle in the 
warmth of your love....
with an embrace 
I enliven myself...
for yet another hundred years...
pacifies my restless heart
in tranquil I sleep
amongst the tender filaments of love
I discover the affection lying within!

scarlets,pinks,bloom in flush
the pasture shines with a silvery streak,
in valleys I tumble down
whirling my passionate thinkings!

The empty plate


Not a morsel for her
every grain  hath been shared,
the empty plate shines
reflecting her freckled face…

mockingly it shows
her vulnerability
saddened eyes
painted with poverty…

pangs of hunger make noise
the rattle of unfilled stomach
is heard
even if disguised…

laughs the empty plate
at the cruel fate
what a destined day!
Where the world feasts
and
I remain starving for days…

wish I was a possession of a proud kitchen
decked with sumptuous dishes to succor
for then, 
I would not have been so vindictive
cursing my owner,
the famished being …

I AM POVERTY


I, poverty, thy destitute figure of humanity,
In rags and mud , I am strewn,
Crushed by offsprings of  supremacy
An illegitimate child of power , Iam,
littered ,cluttered , scattered
The bitter truth of the world,
I, poverty, the homeless progeny…
… of the created hypocrisy…
Broods who in thousands ,
agonize in vacillating hearts…
never fathered by the dominions
although I am stripped and denied my part,
dither none, the authority stands unfretted,
I die and get buried
in the human carcasses…
to appear again in another misery
I, poverty, indigent is my form!

THE COMMON MAN !


What made the common man suffer in the fight for survival?
What made him so vulnerable against the pitiable condition?
Who tied his hands behind ,with strings of unfaithful symptoms?
Forgetting the core of humanity ,what makes him shed his dead skin?
 
The political vendetta is blame game of irrationalism
Have you ever watched the chameleon with different colours?
 
Beside the scene, sits the common man quietly
When shall his inner voice scream for justification…?
 
Shall a crusade ever start
within the hard core shell of man
wears who the mask of public, politician, official or lawmaker
 Of different genres , of different dispositions
 Tis the mankind which suffers…
offspring of whom we are …
lost,stranded and
 forgotten.
 
 
 
 
 

Nature around us !


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The myriad colours of these smiling flowers

are an inspiration to the dreary routine of human life.

“A BUD ” from “Suroor of the Soul”


Dear readers,

Here is an audio visual treat from the creators of “Suroor of the Soul” , me and Shaheen .

Nature with the eternal music and a verse in a soft voice is always a delight! Sharing with you the video  of “A BUD” from the pages of ” Suroor of the Soul”.

In written words I respire ,

&

in spoken I dance!

Autumn Song


in the rustling of tender leaves

I discover a mellifluous tune

which basks in the glory

of the shining sun…

beneath the shelter of

the lovely mulberry…

 

my ears hear the playful melodies

the noise of crickets

and some frogs playing near,

yet in their croaking voice I find

the melody of the enchanting nature…

 

the gushing flow of the brook near

flock of canaries swing

with butterflies swirling over

I celebrate the autumn song

of precious earth

in tiny sounds

that I hear!

 

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Flight!


 

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O ! flying bird !

where doth you perch

beyond the majestic mountains

flows the immaculate ocean of love…

where doth you play

amongst the flora and fauna

the elegant lotus awaits

your transformed persona…

Thousand petals will bloom

when you fly  within

touching the horizon  and diving deep

 

THY FINGER !


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Will you lend me thy finger

to clasp

through the path of life

I ,the tender musing

in the desert sands …

grope and pine…

 

flew the golden particles

with the wind

I ,stuck in the desert,

search for the glow of

the night star…

 

With intense faith

I secure myself,

As I way through

The stifling storms

whilst the earth appears unchanged

within the mind ,turmoil plays havoc…