Tuesday 30 September 2014

I wake up in the morning
to a clear sky,
trees are still,
their leaves shy.

A little later,
what I see,
is quite amusing to me
and adds to my glee.

An army of clouds
has captured the sky,
with their wings spread out
I let out a sigh.

I then climb the stairs
to be on the terrace,
No! these aren't going to rain,
so aren't a menace.

A lone airplane from the horizon comes,
makes its way through the clouds,
singing its song, carrying passengers,
it feels proud!

I then turn around
to the other side of clouded sky,
three birds in a trail
("Are they sisters ?"), fly.

The silent leaves
no more remain.
Flowing with the morning breeze,
trees show off their mane.

Towards east I turn,
clouds get an orangish hue,
morning Sun is still their hostage
and is out of my view.

There is a wee bit of a chill in the air,
Weather is on its way to a change
I wonder if it's a regular affair.
Sure, from now on, it's going to be autumn. Nothing strange!

Friday 26 September 2014



You have put in
so much of trust,
when I am 
made of lunar dust.

My source of light
comes from the Sun,
Ode for whom,
you have written none.

I only revolve
around the Earth,
How do I then evoke
in you such mirth?

Distant as I am
in the space,
Why have you 
bestowed on me this praise?


Wednesday 10 September 2014

A hearty smile
you bring
on my face,
enamoured, I am
by your soulful grace,
that moment
lingered in your embrace,
when you slowly
put behind the repeated chase,
and emerge out
of the reigning clouds,
you lay to rest
innumerable doubts.
I dance to the tunes
of the gentle breeze,
this instant that
I have seized,
not knowing whether
you remain or leave,
my unswerving faith
makes me believe,
your radiance
that eludes tonight,
shall immerse me completely
in the brightest of lights
when you come forth
within a fortnight.







Wednesday 3 September 2014

Here they come,
with pearls within,
veiling the blue sky.

Leaves rustle
along with the wind,
bringing some more
from faraway distance.

Changing their hue,
from subtle to the deepest,
they ignite hope
of the unsatiated.

On the terrace,
facing heavenwards,
with arms stretched wide,
a silent prayer leaves my heart.

Next moment,
they drop a pearl
on my palms.
'Is it going to stay for a while?', I question

Then comes the answer
showering on me
with all vigour
making me as content as I could be.


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