Category Archives: poem, poetry

The morning stroll

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           Photo Credits Go To Zubin Oommen Ittyerah

  Walking hand in hand towards rising hope, welcoming a new day.

   On a road uncluttered and clear made of faith.

   Cool, calm breeze ruffling the hair, could turn into a storm.

   Reminding, urging to be one another’s  pillar of strength.

   Flowers of prosperity blooming, filling the heart with contentment.

   Finding joy in each other’s company, feeling safe.

   Street lights , the guiding lights, like the trust within.

   For life will happen everyday if we have each other.

“At Home”

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The restlessness, the breathlessness, the sleeplessness, the anxiety is all put to rest; when all the souls and energies belonging to a household are  safe within the  confines of the Home.

No more  do the nights make suspicious sounds, no more do you wait for the birds to chirp, no more you wish for someone to be awake at ungodly hours.

Heart, mind and soul are at rest; when everyone you care for is  within the safety of the Home.

Chasing Time

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That time of year is here! Christmas and New Year.

Look back and remember; Pleasures, pain,joy and anger.

Spread some cheer; Amongst those who are dear.

Be someone’s Angel; Share, love, and give away to strangers.

Break free, shake the past; Grab the future,let hope last.

Follow your heart, out you venture; Go on for an unknown adventure.

Let the New Year ring the chime; Continue the journey, chasing time!

Gold in the Ganges

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A friend of mine, while visiting Varanasi, was posting photos on Instagram.She was telling many stories through her pictures. I happened to borrow  one of her stories and a picture.

Little girl always drew rivers, with Sun rising in the East.

She drew boats sailing, fishermen rowing, not worried in the least.

Painted pictures but by imagination, used reds and yellows.

Blues of the water, boats always black, in the shadows.

Grew up, restless, looking for calm.

Travel seemed to her like balm.

Wanderlust pulling and pushing.

Mighty rivers always calling, inviting.

So..which legend to cruise on, better than the Ganges?

Capturing childhood paintings in real life,

with strokes of melted gold in the Ganges.

fb_20161110_09_16_10_saved_picture-3.                                                  Photo Credits Go To Ruchira Asthana

Morning by the lake

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Sheet of water with depths unknown.

Thousands of secrets in its core.

High mountains surrounding, in eerie calm.

Holding the water,as if, in their palm.

Trees standing guard, erect in a line.

On the banks of the lake divine.

Sunrays peeping from behind the cloud.

Waiting for Sunshine to explode.

New hope, new day.

Fresh start, fresh ways.

 

 

 

The Pine Trees

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The pine trees look intimidating with their straight trunks. Tall, arrogant, ready to hurt to survive, just like the human mind…only humility, humbleness and self-content can make way in such a forest, to give rise to empathy for others.

Trees of ego growing like spears,

 on the fertile land of the unconscious,

 rising up to the sky,

 battling their own demons by piercing hearts of others.

but only humility and humbleness could pave a path amongst them, 

leading to love in the heart, for others…

The Moon

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A very simple photograph, evoking simple emotions. The Moon appearing like a pearl in the ocean, a jewel on a fabric, a bulb in the fog, guiding light in a storm, a bindi on the forehead of the woman, whose face can dispense thousands of worries in fraction of a second, mother’s.

Sparkling Moon on the forehead of sky,

dispensing cloudy frowns of worries,

just like a mother’s face would.

Lone ranger offering shoulder to cry,

to billions of stars, dispensing pain of distance,

like a friend’s shoulder would.

Shining jewel on the blue fabric of trust,

mending, hiding holes of mistakes,

like a sibling’s trust would.

Glowing in the distance, like a lamp in the storm,

dispersing darkness even before it comes,

like a teacher’s glow would.

Showing the way, easing the path,

lighting up the road, for future ahead,

like a father’s guidance would.

Caressing gently, empowering with the Sun’s reflection,

embracing, as one is,

like a lover’s love would.

Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal