Sheepishly, Little paws Ventured outBeyond the knownGate swung openTo reveal another worldNo chew sticksNo flavoured bonesThere he stoodWavering and unsureOn the very edge of his entire worldat the open portal, the open gateheld back by fearsit stayed rootedThere is a world out thereAnd it would have to wait
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Scratches on the Disc…and I dance
Scratches on the discForm Concentric RutsThey playWhat they heardNo ifs, no butsThe grooveslinger longDeeper, it getsHappiness EludesDeeper regretsThe disc RotatesNeedle rides alongScratch by scratch PlaysThe preset songOld song playsmemories paralyseMind stuck in pastEyes well upheart achesPoison surges fastShake of the headShrug of the shoulderBreaks the crippling tranceYes, it’s just a songWhy shouldn’t There be aContinue reading “Scratches on the Disc…and I dance”
Little Hands
Little handsCaressed Gently ruffled the worried hairAnd In that cozy momentCreptthe carefree sleepLike a shroud on a tired soulAnd thenwhen I opened my sleepy eyesShe was goneGrown And thenI couldn’t sleep
The God’s Whisper
Who sets the palateWho mixes the coloursWho holds the divine brushTo paint this wonderful pictureIn the splashOf colours Lies the speckOf creationIf the pixel is so divine How great would bethe complete pictureThe colouris in the eyesAnd the mind divineOnly those willing to stop and witnessCan hear The God’s whisper
The red petal
Lonesome Red petala piece of the treeis now fallen And freeBathed in theDew drops, pure as glassServed and protectedby loyal blades of grassIt retains its colourVivid and trueUnaware it’s fallenAnd would never be newIn decayIt glowsWhat it isIt showsIts fallenYet it remainsWith its colourthe mind it stainsSoon The petalwould cease to beDissolved in lifeno longerContinue reading “The red petal”
Move on. It’s a new dawn
World doesn’t stop It moves onSun rises, stars fadeIt’s always a new dawnSometimes bizarre Sometimes orderly There is rhythmThere is a songLike a riverIt just flowsNever staticIt moves on
The Joy of Giving
The joy is in givingFor what else is prosperity?The purpose is to provideFor what else do we own?Smile that I bringThe blessing that I gain I reap the harvestOf the seeds that I have sownFor this day we celebrateThe greatest giverNot the conqueror of the worldBut the conqueror of the very ownlet’s revel on theContinue reading “The Joy of Giving”
Moving road stretch
The moving roadtake the swaying trees alongI watch rootedThrough the unmoving windowof the speeding car And a racing mindI watch As they move pastBehind, to the pastTo the road I travelledOn this speeding carAnd a wishful heartI watchthe views I hadand the destinations I have travelled beyondOn this speeding carAnd the ambitious eyesThere, I knowTheyContinue reading “Moving road stretch”
And there lies the Music
The flute plays A melody Soothing and flowing I wonder Who owns the song And Where lies the music The dexterous fingers Playing on the vents Claim the song as theirs to play The wooden pipe boasts too of having the requisite length And the characteristic timber The mind proclaims Oh so vainly I amContinue reading “And there lies the Music”
She claims her destiny
She leaves the nest Now she can flyIt’s her destiny she is meant to flyin the skiesshe would soar the windswill sing her lorethere is schemethat god has designedshe claims her destinythe planets have aligned My daughter joins college. How time flies. Her time has come to fly and shine
My Tales Within 