It's my time

One step a day, I keep moving ahead,

Kicking the pebbles on my way,

The road leads where, I might not know,

But the path feels right, for sure I can say.

For I can see the bright golden sun,

Guiding my trail in heavenly light,

The breeze seems cheerful on my side,

While the warmth of the sky just feels right.

No one can stop me at this moment,

For it is my life and it is my time,

The birds will sing to my music,

And the butterflies will dance to my chime.

I am getting closer to the stars each day,

As they paint the horizon to welcome me,

And the silver moon prepares a cozy bed,

Everything is in place, from where I can see…

18^th February 2019

Her tiny tale of love...

That racy morn she stepped towards him,
Sat by his side as he closed his eyes.
Hair half wet and a glow on her skin,
Little did she know, this wasn't wise!

She stroked his arm with her gentle touch,
"Wake up sweetheart, it's getting late!"
Half sleepy but fully awake,
He smiled and left the rest to fate!

She knew what he wanted for that smile was new,
Of course she was waiting, desiring the same,
Resting her hand now on his chest,
She tried to wake him up again.

This time he held her tight in his arms,
Bringing her closer as she turned red.
The perfect picture, a beautiful moment,
As they caressed each other lying on the bed!

She looked at him with eyes full of love,
As he smiled again in her arms,
He heart beat faster as she got lost,
She was a prey to all his charms...

No one between them as love took over,
Gently they kissed and all felt right.
He had brought to life what was dead inside her,
Out of the darkness, she came to light!

She still remembers the taste, his lips, his tongue,
That fragrance, the touch is fresh on her mind.
Those ten minutes of life that she really lived,
Made her fall in love... Love that's truly blind!!!


19th April 2017

THE PEARL NECKLACE

I never gave enough thought,
To this beautiful yet simple thing,
Resting in my wardrobe since forever,
Shining bright white without bling!

Lying in a carved wooden box,
Waiting to adorn my neck with grace,
Tied together in a gentle thread,
Lay in elegance my pearl necklace.

It's visits outside my closet were rare,
For I never valued it as much as gold.
It never charmed me like silver did,
And pearl stories, unlike diamonds, are untold!

And one morning unfine, the box felt dull,
I opened it to hear hollowness that screamed,
From inside the wood as the necklace was missing,
Empty! Dark! Coarse! And nothing beamed...

I now miss the necklace,
For I know not where it has gone.
I feel incomplete without my priceless possession,
But they keep on saying, "Life moves on!"

And they utter the same words,
When I shed a tear or two,
In your memory that lives with me,
Oh Grandma! I really miss you!


You were like that pearl necklace,
Beautiful, serene and always bright..
I wish I could turn back time for a while,
To hear your voice and to feel your light!

I wish I could still touch your skin,
Full of wrinkles, warm, soft and old,
Your aura like the string of pearls,
That's above all diamonds, silver or gold!

Never did I spend much time with you.
Lesser each day as older I grew!
My heart held love and care but I forgot,
That nothing is forever and you were growing too!

Now that you are gone, I pray you're safe,
In another world, life or space..
And I promise to keep you in my heart forever,
My white shining pretty pearl necklace!!!

5th April 2017

THE SKETCH OF A GIRL

Once life drew a sketch of a girl,

Who looked like a princess as her hair would curl.

Her lips wore a smile and eyes happy tears.

And her face glowed white with no sign of fear!

Pretty and full, she had love-laden breasts,

And a lotus like bosom where her friend did rest.

Pinned on a wall, from the sketch she would peep,

And she looked life herself, this girl was deep.

Life’s sketch was perfect but long was its' day,

So as the stars started shining, it went to sleep away.

Not knowing of the noise of the death so dark,

That came from a distance but slowly grew sharp.

At the stretch of the night, wind brought along,

The clouds of death as the willow cried her song.

The sketch struggled to survive on the tall wall,

But while life was asleep, death took away all!

The wind tied the girl to the rope of doom,

That dragged her through sorrow till her face bore gloom.

All this while, the girl slept through the time,

And she woke up to a sun that didn’t seem to shine!

Something went wrong in that one night,

The sketch was the same but it didn’t feel right.

Her eyes, her lips, her face turned dim,

As her bosom felt shallow, she had lost him.

The wind took away, her friend in the night,

Life wept with her, in regret and fright.

Days passed by, and the life tried again,

To colour the girl’s sketch in joy’s name.

Even today they peep, the girl’s eyes from the wall,

Pretty like a princess, her hair do fall,

On her face that smiles, but devoid of bliss,

As she yearns to be with love whose dreams she does kiss!

Life still loves her girl and people admire the art,

While the girl stands numb with her love-forgotten heart!

16th March 2013

THE WIND OR THE SUN????

Hush! Let me hear the sound of the wind

That blows by my ears and whispers a word,

A word of invite to a mysterious land

That is unseen and unheard.

 

“Follow the leaves that blow with me,

Those which are dry and long dead,

Dead, but are now alive in their spirit,

To sleep forever in the snuggest bed”

“There you will find real emotions and blues

That are fake, fraudulent and untrue,

Untrue in this world full of pretentions,

So come with me to darkness new!”

“You sound like the charming serpent!”

I say to the wind, “and lure me to take the final call,

A call that will end all sorrows forever

And will rid me of scrapes, big or small.”

“But wait! let me look at the message of the sun

It has been trying to show me a stream

The stream of light that holds me back

And lures me to take a dip in the dream.”

“It’s the dream of holding my head high

As I fight all the darkness spread around

And then sleep in contentment of my victory

Over my fears that keep me bound!”

 So I shun the wind and open my arms

To the radiance of a tough but warm sun,

And take on the spirit of a true fighter

And not give up till am happy and done.

28th September

2011

OH TRAVELLER!

You traverse your path Oh Lonely traveler,

The endless voyage across nights and days,

The one that follows you forever and ever,

I am that shadow, my existence says!

You walk in the morning through the ups and downs,

Kicking the pebbles on the uneasy street,

The one that shows you direction ahead,

I will be that light to guide your feet.

As you make your way through the desert in the noon,

Lost in the layers...thick dunes of sand,

The one that relieves your throat so dry,

I will be that drop of water on that land.

When the sun is setting and you sit on a rock,

To relax for a while beside the sea,

The one that brushes your face and combs your hair,

I will be that breeze and give peace to thee.

Once again you start when its twilight,

And climb ahead on the snowy heights,

The one that caresses you as you shiver,

I will be that warmth and hold you tight.

When you feel scared in the silence of the dark,

Amidst the woods and the whining trees,

The one that whispers, “You are not alone!”

I will be that buzz of the crickets around thee.

And once you are tired and rest in your bed,

On your way to a sun brand new,

The one that blesses you with beautiful dreams,

I will be that star and shall guard you!!!!

31st August 2011