Sunday, June 17, 2012

Song of the Soul

No rhythm
No music
No lyrics

Yet a song..

No emotions
No expressions
No ethics

Yet a life...

Not caring
Not sharing
Not feeling

Yet a love..

Power of the soul
Wraps and cuddles and devours
The dullest spirit...


Like a wingless bird
Flying skyhigh...

I enjoy singing
The song of the soul!

The song of the soul...
A blessing indeed!

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Gigantic Flower

We quarrelled
Raged within

Wrathful rage
Burnt us in and out..

Fire sparks around
Bloomed as a
Gigantic flower

What a fragrance..
What a glory..


Yet another
Beautiful countenance of  Love!

Friday, August 26, 2011

Love Touch of my Midas

Throw pieces of stone
Pour jars of acid

When they brush me
They bloom as fragrant flowers.

Brew anger
Rear rejection

When they fan me
They blow as gentle breeze..

React hard
Act violent

When they hit me
They turn to sweet kisses..

Unjust punishment I may get
Unspoken feelings I may store

When they pile up and up
They shape themselves as treasurable rewards..

Display heartful hatred
Vengeful silence

When they prick me
They flourish as everfresh eternal love...

What is this magical spell
That lures me out of depression
What is this magical tune
That lulls me with a love lullaby?

Don't you know my Midas?

I am blessed with
Love touch of my Midas..
Which keeps me going
Will keep me going..

Saturday, August 6, 2011

No Moon Life

Tread of her feet
That fills every inch of our house

Threat of her thought
That kneads the area of our mind

Rustling of her bedsheet
That challenges our hearing sense

No quarrel for change of channel
That silences our ever raging hall

No tapping of her fast fingers
That makes the laptop dull

Hannah Montanna Bratz Barbie
That speak of her teen taste

Shopping that misses her long-faced demands
That bring a sigh over our less charged bills

Kitchen that lacks non-vegetarian aroma
That wants her back to enliven the drama

Dusting her unused dressing table
That kindles painful sweet memories

Handling her things without her voice of caution
That dig out tears from our eyes

No quarrel no secret-sharing no chatting
That deepens the longing of our soul

Waiting to hear her voice just for a minute or two
That keeps us thriving and keeps life going!!

Missing you our sweet little girl
More than we thought!

Come back soon!
Our dear moon!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011


Thoughts like leaves dry
Wanting in action
Floating without passion
Colourless and lifeless...

Thoughts like bubbles lively
Full of pride one moment
Be nothing the next moment
Beautiful yet with little life...

Thoughts like arrow swift
Speeding like a sparrow
At a goal that's not shallow
Successful yet with some life...

Thoughts like fountain spring
Thriving in happy sad rhythm
Lifting the soul to its rim
Meaningful and with real life!