To Blossom

Crisp is the breath when thoughts smile wide,

Other times, shallow and heavy - as the unknown besets.

Panting in agony, like the young lost in the woods.

Inner travel shows the light, hidden behind a veil of darkness.

Nothingness it is. Yet, in the emptiness - is all that one seeks.

Growing beyond the compulsions, blossoming into the oneness.

The Misty Veil

The misty veil blankets the thoughts

Deep within the voice whispers ,

"Patience , for life is a ship that turns slow"

Cruise along , enjoying the waves.

The tears and the joys are none,

But just the drops of solace that fall from above.

The changing sun and snow are but reminders

Of your nature's essence  to seek the within.

The islands of lost thoughts are but bridges of hope.

To fall , only to stand tall.

To fear , only to charge .

A smile that curves below wet eyes.

Ah! Life and it's mysterious ways.

The more one walks , the more one discovers!

Oh , but what a fool I am to think I know -

Just because I know to think! 

The Ride

A hundred faces and a million thoughts,
An early morning ride of sights unknown.

As the golden threads seam through the window,
the dew drops join in for a scintillating sight.

The slow-moving scenes, the principle of nature.
Little by little , yet one swift journey.

Immersed in the splendor , the eyes look within
There it is , the essence awaiting to be found.

A little peek beyond the wall is all for now.
Yet, the moment is dipped in glorious ecstasy.

The being leaps in a dervish whirl,
At the center , slow n pensive - the veil uncovers.

Amidst a million thoughts,
A moment - to merge in the expanse of the clear sky.

Colours!

Red is blood - a fearful thud.
But also, lovely as the fragrant rosebud.

Blue is the mighty sky -the birds flew high.
But also , the dismal mood of the souls that cry.

Green is food -the aromatic savouring stewed.
But also, the envy that strangles the mind askew.

Yellow is the dahlia- the love that lasts forever.
But also , the fear that holds back from brave endeavours.

Colours are such- they mean much.
Yet , they are alive and dead - with the lights's touch.

You!

Every breath colours the world.
Very gaze,  words untold.
With touch,  mind knows liberation,
Each moment, life,  a celebration.

Let's walk, hand-in-hand,
Not caring the terrains below.
Not caring the rains and floods,
Let's walk, our spirits for each other.

Smiling through this journey,
Like children in a wonderland,
Let's be the one to amuse and be amused!
Let's be the host and also the party.

A life's gratitude for reminding the songs long forgotten.
For waking me up, when the slumber is long.
For simply being there, the presence of love.

Being each other's light, through the known and unknown,
Let's walk, hand-in-hand, this moment and for eternity!

Duality

Two lives we live,
One that we wish,
Other in which we rush.

We asked for one, we got two, yet we have none.

Two thoughts we have,
One with the love,
Other in which we lust.

We asked for one,  we got two,  yet we have none.

Two children we have,
One who are us,
Other whom the world laughs at.

We asked for one,  we got two,  yet we have none.

Two wealth we have,
One which helps,
Other with which we kill,

We asked for one,  we got two,  yet we have none.

Two souls we have,
One which lives,
Other which we sell.

We asked for one,  we got two,  yet we have none.

Two deaths we have,
One with smile,
Other that tears apart.

We never ask for it,  yet the only thing we have.

The Fright

I want to write a poem ,but the words must rhyme.
Not once , not twice but every time!
The twinkling stars or the glittery skies,
Else shall I write about the human lies?

A gripping thought blooms in my head,
Yes, I have found what my words shall spread!
Reading it,the strings in their heart shall wrench,
their life shall change , their thirst shall quench!

My first word is born, we hear its baby-cry,
Only me and my little friend , the caring house-fly.
He looks at me , terrified as I write,
"What is it,my friend, why this sudden fright?"

He flew in frenzy, as I looked on in concern,
landing on the poem, looking stern.
Then it hit me and my eyes grew wide.
As I read, I almost cried.

I had poured  my heart out, yet this is what I see.
my heart beats quickly,My mind fills with an unheard plea.
The poem had all, little words, great thoughts and was very well-timed.

But I know not how, for not a single word rhymed!