They nv’r learnt to rest
The untiring pair stood everywhere –
in corridors, in queue
struggling for survival
even in nights, beside the bed
burdened with duty, the lonesome pair
smile over and share
“Tis our dedication” ,spoke the duo very clear
filling the corridors with resonance
proclaiming their presence
I unfailingly rest for few hours
While the pair of energetic legs stand forever
And numb …under the orchid
I had awaited your steps since dawn
here you return …when the sun is about to set
When forgotten are promises
Lost are desires ,buried under the soil
The urge has vanished
and I motionless & still
stare at you…
The sun sets with a dab of crimson. It was all scarlet like my blood.
The thread of the golden hope breaks in seconds
in disbelief, thou,hold thy heart,
with a grip of fear and restlessness
a thought strong , known and proclaimed,
thou,shall love me forever.
the lost soul suppresses the kindle of
with an urge to set alright
dissolves in thou forever.
Mist, the heavenly love sprayed in the zephyr
Watched the silvery clouds from above
frosty designs created on heart of earth,
shined the periphery of the sapphire meadow!
gazed the dancing butterflies with awe
nightingales sang the melody of life
in cadence flowed the river
what a musical opera in concert!
Wondrously the colossal mountains stared
at the beauteous spirit of nature
swayed the dense forests
smiled and fluttered the newly born leaf!
far away the mighty ocean roared
asserting its presence
to the distant golden sands
who await to be quenched .
Behold! Nature bedecks as a bride,
with jewels of flowers
diffusing the eternal fragrance in air
and a veil of the silken spread
embossing the vista in the saffron glow
ready for the nuptial vows
as a bride of eternal grandeur!
There I leap to touch the bow,
colourful and rich in grandeur,
far it moves as I try...
the rainbow floating in the sky!!!
Like a hope of flying,
as a little birdie,
as a fluttering leaf
of a winter chilly...
strive I,to touch the ultraviolet,
the nearest hue which seems over my head,
Drizzled it few hours ago,
now the sun shines with it's glow,
moments of changing seasons and weather
I still stand there to touch the etched brow!
its envision brings smile in a moment,
yet another attempt ,saddens as I fail,
I stand back once more with a new perception...
restarting my dream endeavor.
WRITTEN FOR Edward's Under A Romantic Monday.
Tinkles the anklet shimmering silver,
calls out your name..
out of shiver...
the gorgeous ghaghra swirls
swaying my thoughts...
do they reach you...
as I tiptoe and dance...?
bangles ,the beauteous wonder,
by the lover...
speaks the heart loudly
with thundering beats...
where hath my soul
has anyone seen him near?
He went deep into the forest,
Searching for some wood to burn,
I look for him everywhere
I pine and I yearn!
O! my Love!
ignites the fire...
waiting to enkindle your spirit,
echoes the soul ,
beckons your beloved...
with embrace of her warmth...
* GHAGHRA: Indian traditional skirt,long ,embroidered and pleated!
* ANKLETS: jewellery of silver or gold worn in ankles.
High pitched shrilling notes
tear the softness,
even within rhythmic limits,
affect the musical senses!
take you somewhere
away from the euphonic…
to a different land of disturbing air…
bewildered in the symphony…
Whereas music harmonious
with the soft subtle notes,
strike within us the chord of melody,
positive energy …
purifying our mind and heart
for those few
moments of eternal serenity…