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…

A different song


how do I sing a new melody,

of blissful tunes

that wipes old tragedy…

 

in a pitch higher than the rest

on a note different

but the best…

how doth the nightingale weaves

everyday a gorgeous tale…

 

how shall this unsung lore

of love, be

a song of courage…

 

sing along , O humming bird

why doth your voice so vibrate

yeah! I hear the heartbeats

betwixt your sighs

those which reverberate…

 

lets hum , lets pluck

the harmonious strings

tap and dance like a ball

only you and me

on the crust of the earth

O ! chime of the wind serene!

 

 

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!

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.