“To Rise”- A Verse for Women’s day



It’s a dream ,

 A simple wish

Neither jewels fancy me

Nor the glitter of being rich…

As a tiny colourful bird,

I want to wing my feathers

Spreading in the open air

To hover over the colourless ocean…

 

Clipped , chained,

I lay in tethers

In the dark abyss

The dust of nostalgia

Suffocating my nostrils…

 

From ages , restrained I am

Crumpled like a rose ,petals crushed,

Oh! Who doth seen ,

The blood that oozes

When Iam strangled within my shelter…

 

Buried beneath the fire ablaze

Watch the smoke moving high

Kisses it ,the clouds white…

I await…to be born again..

from the ashes of the pyre…

Like a phoenix ..of modern times.

 

The Grey Shawl!


Beneath the grey shawl

I still shiver and tremble,

It shrouds my figure

Yet is devoid of the warm ensemble.

 

Sparingly I look up

Or try to search

The tattered shawl needs a mend

Few stitches shall repair the imperfect shred.

 

With a needle of courage

A thread of hope

I hide the patch and refurbish

It’s a new wrap in possession

The old torn is nowhere…

Water wont seep in

through the pores of this mantle ever…

DREAM


within the closed eyelids
lives a dream,tiny,small and glittering
whose shimmer shines like thousand stars
amidst the deep forest or even in dark….

 

like a perfumed rose, as a satin feel
the bud of dream ,lives to dream
as cluster of pearls precious
it gathers moments transitory.

 

like an evanescence of fragrant oils
which fill the senses with richness
the infinitesimal dream
diffuses in our breathe!

From the pen of a woman!


I burnt the effigy of the old customs
Is it  a sin,
amidst the snowy chilled world Iam standing,
Grant me thy courage to withstand
And  forbear the ransom
That which strangles my existence….
 
I , born to be thus,
A silent crusader,
A life long fighter,
What shall then
stop my battle…
behold, I watch the world mutely,
beware!
my ink  screams with utmost intensity!
 
The  pen  dwells through my veins
narrating the tale of agony and miseries!
does the splendid  ink speak of glory
or stories magnanimously  told as lie!
 
whatever it  echoes , it shall resonate
the sordid  reality
of   mankind!

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!

O! Thundering clouds!


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O ! thundering clouds!

shower ! rain thy selfless love today!

in pain dances the alluring peacock…

amidst the jungle ,camouflaged

restless is its heart and the storming weather!

gazing at the grey clouds above

it awaits thy ecstatic drizzle

tired feet ,ache

as endless,becomes the  terpsichore…

The salve to the dreary feet

whilst it moves to the lilting tunes

is in your drops ,O ! sailing clouds!

Rain !

The peacock awaits today for your shower!

Through the glass of life !


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Through the glass of life

a film I view

with a backdrop  music of living

characters who play and cavort …

 

forgetten , the sense of life

their goal, their  intention of being alive

in wine glasses,tumble they

in a gulp , quaff the essence.

 

frills, frolics on their mind

flowers deem fit when presented on valentine…

lost in the glittering charm of the world,

abandoned  is the soul of  humanity forever.

 

DEMURE


I’m in the pearls
those which adorn the earth
with their exquisite
beauty…

watching your delicate steps
on the nearby meadow
rests where my soul
in drops of dew spread …

breathing the perfume
that you once wore
fragrances which my heart
as the lilies droop more…

quietly I whisper your name
vales and hills echo the same
proclaiming of the adore
for the demure
vanished who abruptly in the far jungles…

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The singing breeze


gently the breeze

kisses the flowers dangling

from the tender branch…

they shy and curl

their petals

blushing in crimson scarlet hue…

like an old melody

playing on a piano

the breeze sings the tune

the song of love.

 

 

In Silence


 

in the echoes of silence

resonates the music

played by

eternal Divine…

contemplates the soul

in whispers

the actions of

I, as whole …

 

walks the human

on the path given

as directed by

his conscience and Divine…