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!

“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…

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!

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.
 
 
 
 
 

“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!

Flight!


 

photocredit:soulsecretsblog.blogspot.comTHOUSAND PETALED LOTUS_001

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

 

TRUTH


Waves endless contemplate

attentively meditate over one reflection

sentiments of myriad feelings getting notions of different impressions.

Instincts say, intuitions talk,

attachment of strong invisible bond

remain immortal in the air…

atmosphere changes the scene

With the weather

The aura of this amalgamation

Breaks never.

Believe or trust are strings

Of its notion

The truth is always eternal…

Divine manifests when prevails

Love and truth

eradicating the fear of losing forever.

 

 

Vaidehi- The woman!


Sanctified flames, she had to with stand
to etch a mark of her pureness
without an inch of flesh burnt
her soul  inflamed for ages…
Immaculate heart ,she could show none,
her innocence became her sin
to have a heart sinless  in the world of devils,
 
she shed a tear, her heart bled,
yet the impeccable serene smile gleamed
her being had impregnable faith
she will be purged from the muck therein.
born as a princess, wed to an epitome
she wandered with him through forests
struggling through every means
to remain his  devoted…
 
Was it an offense,
that she was silent
and resilient ,
that she faces the pyre of apotheosis!
 
 

Like a fountain !


Like a fountain of selfless love
I dispersed the atoms of life
emptying my heart
filling yours every time…
 
immersed in the gigantic hugeness
of thy persona
I shyly stood in the shadow
of being humble to the divine.
 
What is of me ! I ne’er cared
for  loved ones I died and cared,
Spray ! eternal fountain
thy shower of fragrant mist
infuse in me the strength and
endurance to sustain!