Whispering With Love

In The Willows Of The West

The cold November breeze

That brought about the winds,

Everything around left to freeze

Minds and souls never to find

How hard life can be,

To be the one in death

May be you never saw one

With all hopes, love and compassion

Never having a care in the world

How life is sucked out, silently

Not uttering a word or a hush

God may forgive us, burying

Our thoughts into vapors of dust

That would lay down as a disowned

For another million years to come

Then I would be reborn into

Your thoughts bringing you smiles

Of passion with compassion

And live once again in your sweetest love

Mother hold me tonight, in your thoughts

As you would miss me but in ether

We all are one no matter if I was in heart

Or ether, water or earth,

Rising as a distant star living through

Time, with a fire and zest to be born

Amongst us, the human spirit,

Untenable though it may seem, as a

Helpless sprout, look at how the tender

Tendrils hold on to life and sustain

That harsh blows from life, giving

Hope from despair and love to mankind.

 

As I leave the abundance of my energy, for the Universe to run,

Feel me my folks, as we are part and parcel of this

wide earth, space and beyond..

till eternity we are bonded

forever with our spirits united, love be thee!💐

 

Indeed You Are Mine

I can see you smiling

As you find me in your heart

I can hear you calling,

As you see me close by

I can feel you caring

Protecting me from the freeze

I can feel your exhaling

As you hold me close to your heart

I can find my rhythm in you

As your heartbeat rhymes with mine..

Like a breath of fresh air from a star in the heavens Krishna indeed your presence is divine,

Or why would you pick me up, so you could claim “you  indeed, are mine!”

While I look at you in awe offering nothing more than admiration,

Call me ‘mine’ not a dried leaf from vine,

Nor a speck of dust, fine;

“Indelibly, Mine”!💐💐💐

💐💐

A Talk With My Being

I like to remember something that we faced

We were young and the knowledge of you to me was like a closed window.

One day I saw something, that I did not understand

My new dress I wore for the first time was not clean.

I noticed it as I went to the rest room and called my grandma

She was there taking care of us as mom went to village.

She had to be at the farm as they were harvesting the new crop

Grand ma asked me to sit alone in a corner, until my mom arrived.

It was a huge restrictions and rules suddenly heaped on me.

Until morning I was happy go lucky,

Although it was supposed to be my maturing,

I hardly realized what it was, since in reality it was premenstrual pink show.

I discovered I didn’t know what you are until later

When I never even knew how to tie a carefree knot..

However, I learnt that being a girl growing up is

A gateway to rules and way is so restricted...

While mom, as always, is my guiding light holding the torch

Of her wisdom within, and ever since despite all,

Is a breakthrough to my being,

Learning to be a woman, that being, learnt

From the light of so many women of care and rare

Showing the path of life,

As I read through their works,

Whether watching them work,

Or reading through them works..

Although we faced umpteen things

We will remember whenever and if ever..

Since time is more precious

As we live each moment,

Together we can weave better moments

Even though we faced different things in our lives  

April Showers May Flowers

This moment

We are breathing

And Still alive

Thank heavens

We survived so far

Long way ahead

So until then

You keep on breathing

Being alive

Aum Tatsat

Idam jeevitham

Idam satyam

Pandemic

How can I sit down

To write a poem or two

When the world is in a pandemic

When the people every where 

Are in a shock of life, unable to 

Comprehend what it is with us

Will it be of any help,

While the front line workers 

Are getting tired of doing all

Seeing all and still cannot help

How do we expect it all to vanish

Hope, hope hope is all we can,

When all is done, you know

Hope remains,

That we may find help for the dying 

Find help for the living

Find some solace for those 

Who can return from the doors

To the other world and return to bring the love from Him 

To everyone to cherish, 

What ‘taking a breath of fresh air’ means

What a microsecond of life extended to see the loved ones, one more time

Be there, in flesh and blood

How much it means, every second 

To see them smile, and that you are loved.

Pathetic Woes

(Sometimes, money matters are so worse, and sad...)

I remember the cry of a child
While the night was still young
She was just a poor little kid
Living across the neighborhood

Fatherless she grew, for
As a child she never knew,
Of so many of her mother's
God forsaken friends visiting

Her anger was visible
As she dared to call
The very young kids
In the neighborhood
"Shut-up ye A$$holes."

Was she even ten, or
May be eight or nine
With pent up anger
She would hit just to
Make her point, the
Rude kid that was

What can a poor soul say
When each night she has
To stay up until late
Just so she could sleep
Alone in her own bed

The kid was tired each day
There was nothing her mom
Would protect her from
She was a daily scape goat
For those who would pay

What weeping was that,
I did not call them who guard
It did not occur to me that
She was their bread winner
Each and every night, in need

Two days later, they left
Never seen in any town
Or city that I have known,
May be the mother knew
That I was to call someone
Who would protect her
From the dingy sad home

Wonder why the high school
Kids, visited them during day
As the woman stayed out
And the beds banged all day
She had yet to pay her bills
On some days she would lay..

Years have passed..

Little does one know..

Of closed windows 

And Unknowns

Until it is not..

Freedom For All...

I see the blue skies
Over the swinging trees
Near a home in the meadows
In the eyes of the pit bull
Very hurt and dependant
Entirely on his master's kindness
With looks that show his sad state
Unable to hide them although he tries
Still hoping to run freely in that field
Of freedom and joy, even though
It is in his imagination..
Irony how close we are and similar
Despite living in different forms...