Tuesday, March 27, 2007

An ode to women


She-who is born to bear life.
She who is nature's magnificent masqueraded might.

A woman; is she as tender as a blossoming flower,
as fierce as a lioness, indomitable to overpower...

The journey begun as a little daughter,
to the damsel so pretty in eyes of every other.

From the lover so shy, to the wife so coy,
to a mother so loving, a soul so intriguing ...

Her path of life, had hurdles manifold.
From the time as a toddler to a being so senile and old.

The peril of losing life before reaching any nearer,
the menace of being killed within the womb of her bearer.

The devil of this world tramples over her veil,
"the better half of man", who shall hail?

But wrecked; she won't be
she stands not lonely.

Revives the woman against the ruffians,
breaks free ,from shambles of destiny.

The time is hers, to emerge a winner.
The inferno in her soul, doesn't get dimmer.

It lights her torch of triumph,
and she rediscovers her long lost-self...

Monday, March 26, 2007

Cherishing the treasure of mine...

Away from the frenzied crowd, I plead the the wind to take me.
It gives me wings to fly, lets the moment embody in me...
While in flight, I look over the labyrinthine lanes,
the very same lanes, I walked on,when happy and when in pain...

I flutter to emulate the butterfly in my garden,
I wonder about its inherent beauty.
For that very juncture , I feel its charm,
within me...

I fly to the mountain, where I first touched snow,
and memories of yore,make me glow.
The pearly-pure freezing touch, makes my heart warm,
alluring me to the past, to reach its arms...

But wide- wakeful am I now,
no snow, no mountains, no firmament,no lanes...
and here I see, no wings to fly me far away...

It was a dream, yes it was...
A splendid one, of the time bygone...
I would cherish it as I cherish those times,
treasure it, just as a treasure of mine...
my childhood...a treasure of mine...

Monday, March 19, 2007

I'll wait...


"Come"; here i am,waiting since winter...
there's a sign on every cloud in the sky,
that silver lining which disappeared into oblivion...
is giving its glimpse to my eyes.

Its spring again, the birds are chirpy...
the leaves are green, not withering dry,
How I wish ,if only...
You could come, and let the melancholy in me die.

'Time'...feels as if has stood still...
the 'wait' seems an eternity,
How I wish that days pass,
in a second , and shower on my soul- -pity.

My heart knows I'll see you,
It beats with your love,
If absence makes it grow fonder,
I've no doubts it does...

Just a smile...


For days together, she peered over the cradle,
waiting with bated breath, for her flesh and blood,
for its first smile, just a smile...

An ailing soul, lay still and cold,
yet there is something-age old,
it works wonders, relieves pain,
thats a smile, just a smile...

It's stolen from a stranger and beamed at ones you love,
It's a miracle,how a stranger can teach you to love!
its nothing but a smile, just a smile...

But times are such, that smiles are faked,
laughter is duped, keeping trust at stake,
The true smile is hard to find,
the one that stands out bright,
Not just lurking around the lips,
but reaching eyes,
making it divine.

Its a smile...just a smile.