Vivid and Misty~~~~

You might like to lend me an ear

So I might tell you something you'd like to hear

My most whimsical, my most fantastic dream

The one in which I was a bonsai it would seem

It happened two nights ago

I went to bed with a heart full of sorrow

And prayed to the Lord of tomorrow

To help me go with life's flow

And I closed my eyes only to open them again

And looked around while trying to ascertain

Of what I had become

Of where I had come from

I had no feet, I had a root

I had no house, I had only a vase

And everything around me seemed bigger in space

Everything looked like stars in shoot

I watched life, silently, dumbly

I envied those who could move

I hoped to move with as much liberty

But I was stuck to this vasey grave

And I felt the despair

It was one to be hors pair

Never before my previous whims seemed so useless

Childish even, for I realised I was a pampered self

And that was when I woke up

It was just a dream, I said, shaken up

Thank God!  What about all those sorrows

Why they can go down the burrows!

A Christmas Carol~~~

If I had to describe Christmas through the eyes of a child at play

I would smile and feel the comfort of the sun's ray

For such a Christmas is surely like the end of the wars

The end of all that can cause pain and of all that did bring scars

If I had to describe Christmas through the eyes of the grown man

I would sign and say here comes the time to spend

All I earned after a whole year's of labour

About to be lost in as little as a wonder

If I had to describe Christmas through the eyes of the angels

I would cry and sing out to humanity, love spells

For such a time needs to be spent in love

By remembering the heavens and their mercy from up above

If I had to describe Christmas through the eyes of the rich

I would laugh and be thankful for my hunger does get quenched

And my close ones do not feel the painful itch

Of all those who are, with darkness, all drenched!

If I had to describe Christmas through the eyes of the poor

I would cry and lament oh for sure

Not even something to give to myself

Not even something to bring to my care, my health

If I had to describe Christmas through my own eyes

I would surely say, thank you to the skies

Thank you for all that you do bestow on mine fate

As for my struggles, pray, have faith, I shall accommodate

After a very busy and a very sad year

Let us all, on Christmas, say a prayer

To thank the heavens for our given dues

 To thank the heavens for all of our healed bruises!

The arrows of Cupid~~~

There should be no laws

To counter the path of love

Love, sent by the God of arrows

Meant to rid us of our blows

Yet, should you try to understand its essence

I am sure you would simply end up more confused

For Love is surely worth a debate

Its mystery and ardor emanating from the unknown

Yet, should you fall in love

You have to be ready to bear with pain

For true love is never fulfilled

Rather, it ends up taking another route

There should indeed be no laws

Laws governing love makes it insane

Love thrives when it is free

Love dances when it is within its own limits

Love is also tainted with desire

And has become, as at date, known as lust

So lust has no route to follow

Except that of its instinctive satisfaction

And why does it not last

I do wonder with incredulity

Love strikes only once

And if you are lucky, for ever it shall thrive!

For if it does not, why does He be the God of Love

Is he no more existing?

Is he fed up with the deviation of love

Is he angry at the plight of humankind

Cupid, listen to the beating of my heart

After ages, it still calls for a lost part

One who, so cruel, broke me up in pieces

That today, none can mend me with stitches!

A Child's Christmas

Through his eyes, see that magical tree
See how it glistens and shines, so free
See its magical ray
Help him make of this day, his own day!

Dreams, hope, passion, all are in his eyes
All emanating from his belief in the skies
A belief given to him on a cold night
By the one to turn off his room light

In his smile, see how the world goes
Devoid of any useless sorrows
Always made up of countless of bows and arrows
Given by the one blessing all our tomorrows

On his face, see the beauty of joy
All because of one given toy
Given for the cause of the holy birth
The birth of the one who showed us our path

And in his hands, holding his colorful gift
Feel, feel, the change in mood
From saddened loneliness to exaltation
Such, such can only be at the time of a child's christmas

A child, blessed to be on this earth
A child unfortunate to have, over his head, no roof
A child missed by none
A child you pleased and blessed, with only one gift!

Guilty or not~~~

Does it make me evil,
Mean even
If I choose my right?

Do I have to be guilty
And hide my flame
If I choose to say No?

If you do see me as selfish
Pray, do keep to yourself
All that is in your mind

Your opinion, your voice
Could certainly not make any difference
Neither to my soul, nor to my world

I am only a device of the Lord
Made somehow in his own image
With lots of tricks up my sleeve

With desire, pain and passion
And I do only wish to be seen
As the one to have loved the words!

Beyond the rainbow~~~~

While walking down a lonely path,
I did meet an old witch with whom I shared a laugh
Tell me your story
She said out of absurdity
Tell me what makes you an authenticity among the many

I have, as comfort, my only dreams
They make me enjoy my own whims
And give me a place to hide
A place to be my own pride
To enjoy, up to the stars, a solo ride

Then, said the witch, you do not see the unnecessary
You care not for the blurry and the foggy
Come, I shall show you some treasure
And I followed her at leisure
Till we reached the apex of our adventure

A rainbow it was, so magical,
So royal, so mystical, so real
And the witch led me to its gates
Where, she said, lay the roads to the new states
And where, I shall no more be, for my dreams, in insatiates!

There, people were of the seven colors
There, exists not any of those horrors
Those made with lust, anger, greed or jealousy
There, is only a world of absolute serenity
There, I made into my home, so cozy!

And from there, I write to you those lines
May they keep you as fruitful as grapes in vines
Caring not for the unnecessary
But seeking always to find that reality
That which you read of in my poetry!

My Secret Pen~~~

Of all my most haunting experiences

Is the one time I came across the seller of fragrances

He was all tall and dark

And looked as dangerous as a shark

Yet, I cared not for his hungry looks

Having been caught in hooks

By his bottles of scents

All worth not more than a few cents

In a hurry to open one and to imbibe myself with

I did not notice the bottle in which the genie did live

Free, he brought me to my doom

And ordered me to be submissive if I would choose to bloom

Having no other option than to abide

I gave him all that which I kept in pride

And slowly came to know of how pure is his heart

For very soon, he became my own sweetheart

A kind soul, a pure soul, with the charm of a king

He brought me to high levels of enlightening

And made of me a solo queen

Of my story read, and be serene!

For he is none other than my muse

The one for whom my words do muse

My only friend,

My secret pen!

If to be is to love~~~

To be in love
Is it simply to live?
Is it to find relief
Among the floating grief

To be in love
Is it to be able to forgive
When the moment calls for revenge
When the moment calls for a challenge

If such is to be in love
May I be forever in such love
Always with all the creatures of the world
Always with all that emanates from the great Lord

To be living
Is it to be acknowledging
That someday, I shall keep on breathing
There where there is some other envisioning!

Then, come, let me live, let me love
Let me fly, let me be the one to drive
Let me make of my own story
One worthy to be kept in the world's memory!

The Festival of Lights~~~

How absolutely gorgeous

How absolutely delicious

The return of the Lord, always so gracious

From his exile, the land of the inglorious

How absolutely magnificent

To see for a night, the world so radiant

Usually so dull and so dark

Blessed it is, blessed with a divine spark

Humanity can only be awed at this exalt

And can only wish for time to halt

For such a night

Comes only once a year

Only once a year do I get the joy

Of sharing with my peers

A smile laden with happy tears

Candies made with a mood so coy

Fourteen lamps do we ceremoniously light

For 14 years, battles with evil, our Lord did fight

Battles which tested his love with great might

Battles which make insignificant our own sorrowful plight

Pray, world, do taste of my home made pastries

Made with love and devotion

Shared with you  not to please only the divinities

But also to bring a smile to the faces of the whole population

Divali, a much loved festival

Better than even the carnival

Tonight, let us make of our cultural duty

Our shared promise of pious charity!

A reason simply~~~

The essence of life

I do keep wondering about

Is it all about faith

Is it a mere wait for death

The essence of death

Such brings to me great joy

New ways opening up to my soul

New avenues bringing me closer to the Lord

The call of my heart

Such do I discard with mere casualness

Of what use is the meaning of love

If not only to be lust in disguise

And what of the aim of living

Such has brought about great philosophising

In what to believe

In having an aim or simply to be an accident of science

The reason to be happy

Whether in great euphoria or in misery

Is surely the test of the Lord

To see whether someday we do deserve a reward

And what would I make of myself

After all this pondering

Pray, if you do have an answer

Lend it to me, so I may say faithfully my daily prayer!