Oh! Teacher, the Pupil pleadsShow me the path, show me the wayI am lost in the quagmire of lifePlease help mePlease guide meTo thee I prayYes my child, says the teacherAnd an assuring ‘yes’ it wasThe pupil left contentWith a solace in his heartDidn’t know how to thankWith eyes full of gratitudeThe assuring ‘yes’ had …
This surreal seraphic idyllIn it, I take reposeI feel and hear the zephyrGently caressing the meadows The song of the winds so splendidWith a symphony of the rustling leavesThe faraway birds, chirping highAgainst the sky and above the trees Lost here in my meanderingsI would never want to departThis sojourn, I know is momentaryWill stay …
She seems to be facelessIn this world of menThe tempestuous whirlwind aroundEngulfing her deep into the dark… Undeterred and stoicShe smiles back with fortitudeSo vulnerable she isStands firm in the stormAsserting, she is a womanAnd equal as any man!
Soliloquy of the huesResonate in the heartsThats the language colours speakIn spirit and in thoughts
Incessant is the waitThe nights restlessAnd the heart full of disquietudeThe mind in tumult unsurmountableImmersed deep in solicitudeBut the thoughts are eternally connectedEver so fondlyTo the child growing in her wombThe love and tenderness is nurturingThe flower inside her to bloomAnd then a mother is Reborn!In the torments of laborOnly to witness the ecstasy andEnraptured …
Humanity in the lurking fearThe lurking fear of darkness and doomIncarcerated in the cocoonOf moribund solitudeWants to be free soonThe cocoon will break openAnd it certainly willMetamorphosing the soul intoThe flights of ecstasyBreathing life againAll withThe power of will!
Our country has come a long wayWith still a very long way to goProud are we to be born in her wombWith gratitude, before her we bow Glad are we to be born on the free soilAnd so alive to rejoice this day todaySacrifices of worthy daughters and sonsHave made us see the light of …
On World Poetry DayMeandering through a labyrinthine trail,I see a grove of centennial trees;Under an elysian, beryl sky,They were lithely swaying, with the breeze.At once, I went and stood amidst them,Beholding glory of their sublime creation;I knew they had a story to tell,As I closed my eyes, in contemplation.Mellifluous songs of the wood-birds, I hear,With …
Here I come to take respite in pure solitudeFrom the hustles of everyday city lifeFrom the hillock I look at the distant horizonGiving wings to my flight of fantasyWhich carries me further beyondWhere the sky meets the waterIndulging me in the sublime!
The incessant yearning of the mindThe soul searching something beyond the horizonsThe heart so sure….that it is thereBut a sense of helplessness prevailsDon’t know what and where to findThe incessant yearning of the mind Why is everything so enigmatic?With the answers all hiddenIn the deep abyss of nothingThe silence seems loudBut the soul can’t hearAnd …