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!