A canoe in sweet remembrance

looking back in days

a water craft,beautiful

moving on waves,mild as smile

bringing back the feelings,like  feathers

spattering from a  heart ,flying with nature

image courtesy-ente kerala;a scene from kerala

An Angel

-image from google image-

I saw an angel today….

she was beautiful

Her heart was wide and open as heaven

she was smiling with a glory of love

I asked her”where are you coming from?’

she said” from the world where there is no wall”

I asked her ” what kind of food are you eating?”

‘Eating honey from the hearts of lovely people’

And “what are you doing here?

she replied “collecting their tears in these bottles”

What do you do with these bottles?

?Submitting in front of almighty

She said ‘No”

“I am going to transform these tears into  lovely dreams…..

which will pour down into their  scorching hearts as dew drops’….

for the boundaryless world with

a language of universal love,

peace,prevailing in truth.

 

 

 

 

The grace in thine eyes

I could see only her eyes

They were beautiful with boundless grace

The left was perfect with innocence

An absolute circle in geometry

The right was shaky  with  unseen sadness

Struggling to runaway with sparking tears

Like a sunset setting fire on waves

She was sensitive,straight forward

And secretly looking down like a moon ,nervous.

I was wondering………

Could I see her face once forever?

As a star hiding in the mysterious sky,

could she come out from there?

For a flaming “heart to heart” rub,

She might not  show her  face ever.

But I hope I am not right…in this lovely night

Being a moonlight dreamer……

Happy to inhale the aroma from a distance;

When,she blossoming in, with a drop of honey…….

(image courtesy;smashinghub.com)

The Child

If the -girl child- in her heart’s womb

doesnot want to go out even after  years

what the-mother-will will do…….?

and if her youngest self-girl child- keep on complaining and pulling her down

about the childhood

what she will do…..?

As the girl child keep on reminding the suffered  discrimination

even in candies provided among her siblings

and got poked mercilessly with cruel words by her  own father

‘you are not good for nothing’

-echoing still at the backyard of mind…..

What she will do with the child?..

.As the girl child keep on reminding the suffered pain…..

Who was toiling at the age of ten

for bread and butter,while her friends where playing….

At the class room, mocked by fellow students

for not learned alphabets even at the age of ten

What she will do with the child?.

who wore the same T shirt and trousers for days as the sun

And who walked miles in silence at night with a cry of the paled moon

.As the girl child keep on reminding the remenents of  discrimination    in the past

with these thoughts as   in quickening  baby-girl child- told

“I cant go out ,because I am nailed to the cross in your womb with a bleeding heart”

The mom whispered “but I cant go further with you,my child,I am tired in my worries and in my minion status….because of-your-poping-up….so

please come out and leave me alone forever,let me walk upright”

as she was trying to move’  cried to self”my child….my flush of flush..still I love you”.

(image courtesy..google image)

A heart to heart rub

Oh almighty God,the supreme being

Are you an elephant in darkness.?…….

I could feel nothing but only darkness

And a moving wind when you walk

In the past…

Hindus  lighted their torch ,found out your trunk

Christians with their torch could illuminated your fore leg

Muslims with their light ,found the hind leg

Jews could see the tail with the flame of their torch

Nobody could see you in your whole image

but some could felt you as more than what they saw

As you allowed them to climb upon your  shoulder.

Now,without any delay……

Let me see your mighty power…..

oh the omnipotent God, light up the flame

With a  sparking rub of your mighty hands……

oh the omniscient God,where is my boon companion?

Bring her out from the shadows in the smoke of cremation

Let me see her  graceful face…….immersed in dust and smoke

let me feel the broken solitude in the eye of storm….

for a heart to heart rub.to immerse in the hands of love.

(picture courtesy-novica.com)

The mighty fusion

she was walking at a distance…..

Upon the wings of wind,with a humming  song

like a child wandering in wonders of its sense

And loved to see the mighty roaring waves.

Her foot prints were set in stone to go ahead

Her fingers were in touch with the thread of wisdom

As came closer and closer……

A mighty thunder tested her heart

And an eye of storm,watching her footsteps

The darky sky was eager to open its flood gates

She was holding her toes tight to her own existence

It was futile as a self portrait  on the wings of waves

The mighty waves could crop up in her fabulous soul

Consumed her spirit with his mighty look.

image courtesy to SAAM

 

Dont miss me…set in stone

His childhood was strugglesome….as a rose bud in a winter season

even before he started to differentiate the images around him,

darkness spread over him with

no more shadows …lost the key figure.

When he started to figure out a female face…it was wrinkled

he looked into her breasts,it was flabby with no milk

her fingers were stiff and cold.

His childhood was with bees and rocks

howling wolves snaps him out of his slumber

Once,he looked into the face of a teenage girl

he could see nothing but a  face paled with fear

And he felt nothing but his own  pounding heart

as it was shy and timid within the sweating hands.

Oneday he met a girl in her thirties….

she was taking too much time in her pond

learning to swim with moss in the nostrils

he said’ I can teach you to swim”

she replied’thanks’

he was watching her throughout the day

he whispered himself ‘she is beautiful’

oneday ,with gathered courage after long hours of mirror rehearsal

he could face her;looking into her shining face,he uttered

“Let me marry you”

she was cold and aloof,asked’why do you want  to marry me?

he replied’there is a unique grace in your face’

she said’wait till tomorrow’

Next day  as he arose beyond tenses

he saw her,her face was hiding with a towel

and when he removed it….it was a smack in face

it was the same wrinkled face…….

she was still swimming with  fishes…..

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