Eyes that shine with experience,Wrinkled lines on the forehead,Subtle and solemn facethat hides fears,And Smile of a silly teenager.Eyelashes wet with worries,Some silvery hair strands waving out,Endless prayers of well being,She recitesAnd sole responsibility of hers,She believes,To seed happiness into lives of loved.O! Maybe the angel itself has taken birthIn human form,To set free the… Continue reading IF I POETISE A MOTHER..
Flowers in the garden of god,the aesthetic, elegant mankind,flourished from one to the other,an infinity of beauteous nature. Somewhere, bestrewed with heavyLeaves of cruelty, sits some flowers,Covered in Bosky roots of hungerand poverty. In the brume of misery,they ask for nothing,but a mere questionof blooming,at odd time,at odd place,in odd conditions,is this life is given… Continue reading The Dirty flowers in the garden of God
In the glare of little sunshine,In blossoms of pink daffodils,With buckets of happiness,Presence is you. It's youin the first rain to the fists,In the closed eyes of the nights,It's you - Seeking a heart,to console, and to burn it. It's youin the slump of dreams,In the wonders of rains,With the brand of stare.In the rivers… Continue reading Presence is You
Whimpers in the maze of tough thoughts,A life with lenity.A thought of seeking coincidence,With wondrous epiphany. A morning that seeks night,But couldn’t.A night that seeks dawn,But couldn’t. It stays within,And asks quietly,Whether you’re,what you areor not?? When not heard,It stays where it belongs,Like a snail in its shell.