Legend of love

Perched on the post
By the edge of the path
Eyes far away to the coast,
Looking out for nature’s wrath.

Awaiting the loved one,
Anticipation, tied her in knots,
Anxiety getting her undone,
It was a mix of ‘nots’.

Thunderstorms looming by,
Roughing up the sea with waves,
Tides closing in, quite high.
All this, she well braves.

A flash of lightning struck,
Coloring up the darkened sky,
Pray, she did for a stroke of luck,
Waiting for this to pass by.

Sea turned a fiery gray,
Shadowed by dusk and rains,
Hues of blue went away,
Beach was stained with remains.

Her beloved was in it somewhere.
She sobbed, ‘he’s just in his prime’
pleading, to God, in despair,
as she heard the church bells chime.

Wafting strains of the piano,
The sound brought tears,
Accompanying melody of soprano,
Washed away her fears.

Slowly the skies cleared,
And quietened the sounds,
His tired shadow afar appeared,
Her joy then, knew no bounds!

A tribute to the age old love saga, a tribute to the cliche'd concept

Clutter sputter

Its that time of the year,
When clutter, we try to clear,
Purging our homes, as we do,
Out with the old, in with the new.

Can we also have a yard sale,
For all our thoughts that are stale?
Can we all have a personal pensieve?
Or does the mind always deceive?

On the other hand, I do wonder,
Will any for my thoughts, ponder?
Will I be able to put a price sticker?
At the very thought, I snicker!!

Reclusive

In solitude, he found peace,
Crowds brought him unease,
To that, he went to great lengths,
Affability wasn’t his strengths.

He avoided people like plague,
His words, always quite vague,
His avertive eyes, never met another,
People, soon of him, didn’t bother.

Into his world, I try to peer,
Maybe he is just austere,
Introverted, is just a quality,
Why show him this inequality?

Laud the torn tome!

Onto being shredded into tatters,
taking along with it, nothing that matters,
Selflessly giving away all that was,
Letting itself go for a noble cause.

This book in its heydays, imparted,
Forays into territories previously uncharted,
Many a hungry mind was satiated,
Setting foot where others, to tread, feared.

One of mankind's greatest discovery,
Aiding socities on their way to recovery,
A chronicle of countless past glories,
Manuscripts with scores of sorry stories.

Here's to the unassuming tome,
Patiently through it, as one does comb,
Every volume is a rousing find,
Stimulating indeed to the human mind.

Deliberate dialogue

"What, oh, what, do I do?"
I asked with a huge sigh,
"One after another problems anew,
Life moves a step toward awry."

"Why do you take on worries?
What is that you dread?
Days go by, time just scurries,
Take life by the moment", he said.

"I have no one to blame but me",
I said on the verge of tears.
He consoled me, "better it will be,
Once you overcome your fears."

A distraction, a hiatus is what I seek
From the monotony of the routines,
Carrying on I am, like a meek,
Mechanically, like the machines.

Talking to him, changes things,
To cheer me up, he goes to any length.
Talking to him, my fears take wings,
For, he is my pillar of strength!

Farewell

Her heart is like falling leaves,
Today, as someone close leaves.

Time together spent has come to an end,
Taking along the memories, he leaves.

The history between them is long,
For her to go, she needs her leaves.

She stood waving, in the narrow alley,
Eyes following his steps on the strewn leaves.

Just the other day, Just someone said,
Goodbyes are always hard, when one leaves!

Summer song

Summer’s here, summer’s here!
Umbrellas up, and sunscreen smear,
Mornings are bright, evenings clear,
Mangoes, peaches and cherries appear,
Expect to see some roadside deer,
Road trip to the sea-side pier.

Summer’s here, summer’s here!
Olympics in summer too, this year,
Nice weather, will soon disappear,
Go, on! Have fun! Without a fear!

The beauty of spring

Bright sun shone,
Brought a warm feeling,
Buzzing bees drone,
Buds open, layers peeling.

A glowing transformation,
When trees come alive,
After the winter gestation,
In spring they all thrive.

Seasons come and go,
Nature is faithful as ever,
Putting on the best she can show,
Break the cycle, she does never.

Nature leaves her sign,
Like the artist, who is famed.
She weaves her intricate design,
That he in his picture, once framed.

I am me

Smart, decent and nice,
Passive and in speech concise
Knowledgeable and well read,
Demure and well bred.

Short tempered and diffident,
Blended in, never different,
Lazy and stubborn
Nervous and at times forlorn

Fair and beautiful,
Kind and thoughtful
Generous and gentle
Loving and sentimental

Perfectionist and obsessive,
Self effacing and submissive,
Strong at times, weak at others,
Bogged down with worries and bothers

This is me, I bare my soul
Virtues I have, I can extol
Other things better left unsaid,
The thin ice of good and bad we tread!!!