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!