WINTER SONNET

     Far into dim oblivion

Have the rainbow shades of yester years faded.

That final short conversation,

In reality a confession

 hauntingly remains

as lingering reminiscence.

     Eyes now are wary for want of a glimpse,

Palate bland of taste.

The mind is a vagabond of thoughts

And the heart questions,

‘Will there ever be  summer ?’

12/11/2014

Thoughts

Through silently fleeting moments,
through  mundane life's chores,
through calm and cacophony,
through actions seen from the wide glass of a window,
THOUGHT  takes flight ,
soars high,to recall that smile, those stolen glances
and bring momentary happiness!

Identity!

Identity

 

The silent hill now speaks in unison,

 

she's  the mother with  children gathered , seeking a roof,

 

for, strange  it is to be an outsider in one’s own home ;

 

to be questioned of identity,

 

and, to have to explain  ethnicity, in one's own country.

 

The air now is anguish and anxiety,

 

complacency  was tested to the brim,

 

the hill  endured  all disgrace with grace,

 

now, in  dignity, she demands  

 

 deprived right and identity!

 

                                                   Written on 14/8/2013.

Ep

No, no words are needed,

Not  physical presence either!

Just the memory of  stolen glances,

 the chivalry of holding doors,

the searching look and the gentle smile,

is by far, enough! 

Blood

It was blood, your blood,

pristine , crystalline  ruby

that  adorned my palm.

Yes!  you  oozed out blood,

your energy , your  palpitation , your  life force

and, in all generosity, gifted  me

but  in a dream.

Wish

Soul wished to speak to the soul,

awaken divinity

and unlock the  Universe.

But, the gross mind

wrapped in ego

shut the door

and, instead asked,

‘Do you need help?’

Life

Every  moment an appreciation.
The eyes see ,
 the mind fathoms,
 the heart loves.
His creation, His wonder.
Life indeed is beautiful!