Showing posts with label Innocence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Innocence. Show all posts

Friday, June 3, 2016

THE SONG OF YOUNG SUMMER!



This is a song for you, Oh Summer!
About how I miss your younger days,
When your innocence brought a smile,
With bright and shiny delight on my face!

Your mornings were fresh,
And smelled of the sun so warm,
The birds chirped in glee as they broke their fast,
And busy with their routine, the bees did swarm.

The noon was rather a silent time,
One could barely hear the humdrum hymn,
Of a hammer, as somewhere near, a mason sang
His mundane song that was boring and grim.

The children waited for the sun to go down,
They would run in the evenings all over the street,
Jumping, laughing, cycling and singing,
And licking the ice cones to beat the heat!
 
Not before their mothers called them,
The crickets buzzed announcing twilight,
The Jasmine filled our hearts with fragrance,
And the trees cajoled the birds that went out of sight!

And when the night came, the city hardly slept,
For somewhere or the other, the power went out,
So fighting the mosquitoes, we sat on our terrace,
While glowing merrily, the fireflies would flout!

I miss those days and those summers even more,
That have adulted into hatred and spite,
Just like us, as we grow, from pure, untainted beings,
To adults, paying innocence as a price!

“The summer of today is a brutal beast”,
They say, “Killing the meek on its way”,
Or maybe we have lost, our sense of wonder,
Our appreciation of nature in all its days!!

3rd June 2016


Monday, April 25, 2016

THE BROKEN GIRL


I saw her each day as she sat across the bay,
Her elegance, so feminine and the innocence of a child,
She rolled her eyes that held the spark of mischief,
At times she chuckled, at times gently smiled.

They knew of her charms, of the magic she possessed
And they knew of her grace even when un-kept.
But little did they see beyond her timid self, 
The strength that backed her at nights as she wept!

Broken since an age, her soul stood silent,
Ready to roar out the fire one day,
The flames that burned her heart so warm,
And killed her slowly, as she went astray!

Astray from virtue, as many believe,
Pointing fingers, calling her names,
While little they saw her quest for life,
Quest to breathe away from shame!

So there she waits, for a miracle to come,
And make slight changes to her fate,
Tired, she holds her head in her hands,
Smiling with complexities wrapped in her plait!


13th August 2015