Wednesday, March 27, 2024

Yesterday

She walked into my life like a sunrise
This beautiful damsel called Yesterday
Her body was sensual as a moonlit night
Her smile as radiant as a summer's day

Her silken robe woven of the fabric of Time
Was studded with moments of pleasure and pain
When I tugged at the robe to draw her nigh 
The fine cloth, from my hand, it'd slip away

She walked by me till dusk from dawn
We danced together, sang a wild song
When the night in bed we spent in thrall
The love was savored, never rushed along

That one tender night and she was gone
Before my thirst for her could slake
All I am left with are some beads of her gown -
Moments of smiling joy and silent ache

Monday, March 25, 2024

A vine and a tree

A gardener once placed a small ivy
In the earth next to a sapling tree
Entwined thus, they grew up together
He a tall tree, and she a vine slender

He never saw her as a burden to bear
On his rough bark did no leaf of her tear
He gave her a perch from where she could see
The world around and beyond, to infinity

She was the witness to his life's story
To his tales of sorrow and small glory
She shared with him his every breath
She gave him purpose, as he gave her strength

One day, as the vine looked up tenderly
"Is this what they call love?" asked her the tree
She said,  "I know not, my dear, but this is true,
I do not know who I am without you"

Friday, March 22, 2024

Just a sprinkle

A shrub of night queen in a corner
Fills the street with heady fragrance
A sliver of a sun ray is all it takes
For life to burst forth in abundance

Just a shaving of fresh ginger root
Adds vigor to my morning chai
A pinch of fairy dust in Neverland
Sends the pixies flying to the sky

No wonder then, a scent of your charm
A whiff of your wit, or a hint of a smile
A sprinkle of you is all I need
To make my day sparkle and shine

Be Human

Let us be a lotus leaf in a pond
Impervious to the wetness around
But let us not forget the joy of being
Drenched by the rain when it pours down

Let us be the candle in a windless room
That glows with a steady unflinching flame
But let us not forget that flames do flicker
When facing gales that are hard to tame

Let us be like the ocean that stays unfazed
As mighty rivers drain their waters in
But let us not forget that gentle waves
Arise on its surface despite the calm within 
 
Let us be like a monk who can sit all day
Alone in a cave, wanting next to nothing
But let us not forget that destiny stokes
Desires in us so we may do His bidding

Let us be that person whom pleasure and pain
Visit not long, nor touch too deep
But let us not forget, some scars are for life
And some joys can sweep us off our feet

Let us follow the path laid out by the wise
To lead us all from darkness to light
But let us not forget, some paths are such
We must lose our way before we arrive

We each have in us a drop of the divine
That we must, no doubt, in earnest, seek
But as we strive to reach Him, let us not forget
To embrace the human He made us to be

Wednesday, March 20, 2024

A barren tree

What a beautiful sight, the arrival of spring!
It was a festive mood in my backyard this morning
Trees dressed up in fresh leaves so green
Showing off their flowers to the birds and bees
New life bursting forth everywhere I see
Except for a corner, where stood a barren tree

A childless woman in a park, she stood alone
Among trees bearing flowers, with none of her own
But of bitterness or envy I saw no trace
Arms raised upwards, she still prayed for grace
She would beget life soon, unshaken was her faith
In her heart filled with hope, grief found no place

A little bird stopped by, chirped with curiosity
"Where are your flowers?", it asked innocently
If the words pricked the tree, she showed no sign
She spoke to the bird with the most gentle smile
"Tomorrow, my dear, new flowers you will see
Where there is love, life will find a way to be"

Then the wind came by, blew a joke in the breeze
And the tree laughed heartily, swaying with ease
I wondered, for a tree left barren in spring
Whence comes peace, such lightness of being?
What fortitude brings such calm acceptance
Of the vagaries of nature, of life's randomness?

Sunday, March 17, 2024

Passing by

We crossed each other on the street today
At first, I had my face turned the other way
But I knew it was you, I had no doubt
I could pick your perfume even in a crowd
I turned to see, you had almost passed me by
We only had time for a quick nod and smile
Your smile was cold like the rays of the moon
It wasn't the sunshine I was used to
Your face didn't glow like a lotus in bloom
It was closed up like a bud in the morning dew
Your eyes missed the spark that would light up my soul
Today they were just embers that had turned cold
Your nod felt like you had a cup on your head
Poison to the brim, that if spilt, would've left you dead
Was it the same cup, when you and I would embrace
That would overflow with joy and drench your face?
If your face and smile are not what they used to be
Perhaps the fault lies with my memory
I forget that you aren't just the love of my life
You walked the street today as someone else's wife

An autumn leaf

Start of autumn and it was time
To say goodbye to my mother tree
And make my bed in the soil and grime
And look skywards to bide my time
To the day when the earth would embrace me

As I drifted down I thought I must
Pick one of roads ahead of me
To lay down on before turning to dust
Though I wondered if it mattered much
Which I picked, if dust was all I'd be

But still, hard I thought in agony
About which of the roads for me was right
Until I felt the breeze of destiny
Lift me on its wings and carry me
To the road I was always meant to find

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I let it find me, the way to go by
And that has made all the difference

(A humble ode to one of my favorite poems - "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost)

Thursday, March 14, 2024

A love song

Let me sing you a love song
 
With words so deep
They cannot be spoken
About promises to keep
That will not be broken
About our life together
Perfect and unlived
And dreams for each other
Lofty but unfulfilled
 
I sing this song so loud
The words rip my heart on their way out
I wouldn't want you to be where I am
So, for once, I am glad you are not around

The snail and I

One rainy morning, who did I see on the floor?
It was snail that was lost a long way from home
Perhaps the wind blew him in through the door
Or he hitched a ride on my shoe the night before

As I held him by his shell and placed him in my hand
Into his safe den he scampered away to hide
I wanted naught but to lead him back to his land
But scared as he was, he could not read my mind

Soon he must have seen that I meant no harm
For he crawled out of his shell into my palm
He stood there long with his slimy flesh laid bare
Looking at me as if to say "Hey, hello there"

I wondered at his naivete (or was it courage immense?)
That let him stand that way, with no shell, no defense
Of all the souls on earth, why did he place this trust in me?
No more than a stranger was I, but what kinship did he see?

A long time has now passed since the snail and I
Crossed paths for a moment in our journey of life
But even to this day, I smile as I remember
That beautiful moment of his realized surrender

Wednesday, March 13, 2024

A Frosty Crow

(The first two stanzas below are from the poem "Dust of Snow" by Robert Frost. The next two stanzas have been added by me.)

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued

The next time in sorrow
I'll go back to the tree
Looking for the crow
To dust snow on me

What if the crow then dusts no snow
Occupied perhaps with its own woe?
Maybe I mustn't look up to the crow
But learn to mend my heart on my own