Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The Lone Tree


Standing forever tall and alone
 Amidst the canyons of red sandstone
Devoid was I, of all leaves green
The land was barren, yet the setting was serene

Glided in Father Winter with his troops of frost
In this ocean of white, how easily would one get lost!
On one gloomy day, all around me a land of ice
Landed on my bough, this bird of Paradise

 A beautiful creation of God, exuding radiance and grace
From its kind heart sprung a song, thawed my frostbit face
An eclectic symphony, a haunting melody
Spoke of love, adoration, friendship and life's parody

Hours flew, unabated the music flowed
Gave me a new hope, a silver lining in the dark cloud
A wood heart I had been, now I could feel my innards soften
I wished this angel from heaven would grace my abode once too often

Each day she returned with songs filled with nectar
I realized she cared, my born-again heart was at her altar
But then I knew she had nothing from me to gain
No bliss, no peace, I would give her only pain

True came my fears, on yet another stormy night
When my frail branches could not hold her tight
Disillusioned, with a broken heart, she took flight
Not to be seen for many a age, try how much I might

I still stand there, an old, bald and lonely tree
Waiting for fate to deal a kind hand and set me free
Life has never been the same for even the minutest moment
What remains is a mere shell and oodles of torment!

Friday, November 25, 2011

The Vase



There I was, wandering aimlessly in the country fair. Objects of beauty were galore inviting the attention of the connoisseurs. The exotic ones, the painted ones, the rustic ones - the list was endless. A sudden exhilaration filled my heart as I drew near a display of vases. Someone.... or something was appealing to my soul. I looked around, in vain at first, to find the source of this magnetic attraction. I had almost given up, when my eyes fell upon this green vase in the dusty corner and the strange feeling of joy started filling me again. An inexplicable sense of elation. My heart said, this vase has seen days of glory, yet fate has relegated it to the back stage.


I asked the shopkeeper "Can I have this one, please?". Guffawed the old man "What did you see in this?"
I could not tell him, for even I did not have words to explain... But an inner voice said, this vase will brighten up my life and relieve me of all pain.


Thus returned the Vase with me to my humble abode. Many a rainy evening were spent in solitude with the vase keeping me company. A new bunch of flowers found their place every day in the Vase. The Vase lent its beauty to the flowers and in turn, looked stunning in a traditional ensemble! And all my worries vanished into thin air when I was in it's company!


Then one sad day, with a gloomy mind, I sought solace with my companion. Strangely I perceived some imperfection, an indifference, a missing warmth. My hands shook as I lifted the Vase, there was a pain in the abyss of my heart. Absorbed in my emotions, I let the vase fall to the ground!!!!


There it lie, its beauty reflecting in thousand pieces, a victim of a careless heart...


Would there be any other to fill the void? NO!! The pedestal where it stood shall remain unoccupied. And needless to say, the pieces have been carefully gathered, with a HOPE that someday I would find the right magic to bring the Vase back to being and it will occupy the most prominent portion of my home and life again!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Loss, Lamentation and Joy



Some people leave...
Sadly never to return...
We lament their loss...
Do we have any other choice?

Some people go...
We cry... we weep...
We skip our sleep...
But we do have a voice!

We talk, we laugh, we sing...
We plead, cajole and call!
They listen, they understand, they feel and oblige.....
A few rare ones, mind it, not all!!

Sunsets are not endings....
They are brightly lit glorious beginnings!
Dawn is not always dark...
It blossoms into a bright day at the park !!

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Reflections!




Reflections of the molten star of heaven fall in the aquamarine blues....
The oranges, the burnished golds, the colors, the hues

The pine trees silhouetted in the distant banks... 
The sun setting with a word of thanks

For a day gone by peacefully with a serene calm...
Another night of rest coming up as healing as a balm

The evening stands still as a traveller captures the moment...
His lens, his eyes, his mind in harmony they catch the event!!

Beams Of Glory




These dazzling rays of sunlight ...
Across the pale blue skies they gently take flight ...

The Sun has the Midas touch in his fold ...
Turning everything in his path to gold


Radiant rays emanate from him...
Till darkness swirls in slow and dim


This moment is brilliantly frozen in time... 
Sounds of silence in nature's rhyme


You light up my life that stretches vast...
All the hopes I harbored in the past


Find a meaning in this time of bliss...
I'm lucky and fortunate not to miss


This awe, this grandeur, this wonderful sight...
Created by those magical slanting rays of light!

Friday, November 4, 2011

An Ode To A Friend





My heart said this is an omen
That we are meant to be friends


There's a pain in my heart
As we plan to part
 Every time we meet

The feeling is so sweet

Try as I might I can't stay apart
This has to be more a science than an art
You make me smile
You make me forget awhile

Time stands still, a light switch flicks
Just the sober lone clock holds true, it ticks
This is being in the now, in the present
This is giving someone, a gift so pleasant

Let us hope I bring you luck
May all your ills you chuck
May we light up our lives this festival time
More than crackers, let's give ourselves time

To bloom and blossom these beautiful buds
Lets make a pact to shake ourselves out of those duds
Let us spend our time re-energizing
Let us become more enterprising

We make a good sounding board
As mutual fans we'll never feel bored
I'm at home with you

I trust you

Good is my fortune for having found
A heart of gold, a mind so profound
With you I feel almost a child again
A new life, a new day as I begin

Now you promise me my friend
That you will never let me go...
Let us sink or swim..
Tide be high or low ...