My flight from meadows to heaven …

When I was young, I used to pray– O’ Lord Give me wings,

I want to fly over the meadows and listen to the breeze sing,

I want to break free from my daily chores,and feel a horizon never seen before,

O’Lord Give me wings I want to FLY!

I want to scribble my name in the blue hues of sky,Will scream until my throat goes dry.

Will take the deepest dive and bounce back with delight,

O’Lord Give me wings I want to FLY !

 Days have passed and turned into years,Laughter is lost in vacuum along with the tears.

I still want the wings, I still want to fly,Reasons have changed and so have I

O’Lord Give me wings I want to FLY !

 To fly to heaven to meet the loved ones I have lost,

They have been there for long; they whisper in my ears our song,

Creating a longing for that eternal life where no tears ever dim their eyes,

I want to sing with my loved ones and the angels up there,

Aim to surrender the child in me who was bereft early of their precious love and care.

O’Lord Give me wings I want to FLY !

Hand Of Love

In times of distress the hand I held

Was the hand of love

The hand that gave me a shelter

Whenever storm clouds started burgeoning over the moon

Was the hand of love

The hand that swept away

The tears that dropped out of my eyes

Was the hand of love

The hand that gave me directions

When I was lost

Was the hand of love

The hand, that will be with me till I die

Will be the hand of love

Pain ..

A nerve of pain throbbed in a poet’s heart

The emotional turmoil within threw him apart

The tears came out of his eyes and fell on a rose

It reminded him of his wrong decision and the path he chose

He locked himself in his dark dingy room

Kept brooding over the bitter thoughts in gloom

The piercing pain was wrenching and biting

And he sobbed with each word that was meant to be comforting

Now the tears have dried and the world has a new tune to sing

A beautiful song, which is the poet’s own addictive erring

Your Dark Veil

Do not hide behind the dark veil

It will not conceal your soul

The day you will lift up the hide

Your life will be forever doomed in the Satan hole

You were a sparkle in the twilight

You deny but

Kinship that was once there

The kinship that has gone blind

Your life is messed up,  Cast aside

You have lost your veil, you cannot hide

This is how you are and what you will be

Boasting the lost identity, nobody wants to see

You think you are free but along with your individuality

You have lost your peace and more importantly ME

The Apparition

I close my eyes to stop the tears flowing down my eyes

Coiled up in the self woven sheet of disguise

I felt something close to my skin

The moment I turned back my body shook within

I sensed him looking at me

All I could see was an apparition moving boldly

I shut my eyes so tight so that this hallucination could end

But he was getting closer with every passing second

I give him a second look, his brown eyes gleaming brightly

Wrapping my arms around his cold neck forthrightly

I know that the apparition will shield me from the sun

As the darkness takes over the sky the shadow moves away from me

I know it is going to rain today and I will find him anyway

A shadow of a friend is easy to find

You just have to look back and there he is

Your Best friend!!!

The Sunshine Girl

This girl is wearing a deceptive smile. The reason being she is at peace with the SUN. She knows that the sun will rise and the sun will set when the shadows will grow tall. At the end of every night there will a bright light. Every day her dreams blend into the hues of the SUN. Likewise, they are vivid, shining, promising and hopeful. She believes that whenever the sun will set here it will rise in another place with a bright shining light as the sun carries her dreams. The SUN shall transcend every hope a little girl has that with its rise the other morning her stargazes will be a step closer to the Platonism. The  girl has  unraveled  the enigma – she refuses to fall in love with the MOON.

There Shines A Light

A ray of light in a dark room can uplift your mood like a helium gas balloon. However, that day it pulled me more towards a loop of grief. To my surprise, the gift of my life wrapped in a black sheet of duskiness was unfolding the various shades of a lifespan – death, separation, anger, deceit in front of my eyes.  This shaft of light was perhaps as holy as the white feather of God’s favorite angel. The moment I dared to look straight at that beam.  I had the power to feel my spiritual will. I could now transform the shades of my life into divine opportunities. As the cookie crumbles the ray shined into my darkest night and brought to me the other side of darkness where far away there shines a light ……

I thought someone painted my sky

I thought someone painted my sky with a subtle streak of blue
The Color blue hanging in the air , blending with my smile
The Smile that broadens when I fall in the water of doubts
The Doubt that widens when I feel lonely in the crowd
The Crowd that always casts a shadow on the time’s arrow

I thought someone painted my sky with vivacious hues of a soul
The Soul that will not be captured by any painter on the canvas
The Canvas, which is a stunning landscape of the undertone horizon
The horizon that has separated me from the skin that breathes me in

I thought someone painted my sky with a shade of grey
The grey wind blowing everything deeply rooted in the emotional highway
The highway leading to eternity thereby nailing the journey
The journey that was never meant to be trapped under a black sky

May – A piece by Sara Teasdale

The wind is tossing the lilacs,

The new leaves laugh in the sun,

And the petals fall on the orchard wall,

But for me the spring is done.

Beneath the apple blossoms

I go a wintry way, For love that smiled in April

Is false to me in May.

The Bright Red Poly Bag

That evening the sky was clear and blue with specks of pink splashed in between. .Having a look at it during her evening walk ritual, Megha was reminded of what her mother used to say years back on seeing these colours above “It is going to pour either today or after sixteen days…..” “Hmmm, there’s a chance of some respite from the sultry weather tomorrow”, Megha , the optimist, said to herself. She loved this time of the day because it was totally ‘hers’ and she rarely missed it despite the soaring temperature these days and all the discomfort it caused. This was the time she could appreciate the nature around in all its majestic beauty – a new bird chirping, a bright coloured flower in a dusty roadside bush or a tree which might have been there always and she didn’t notice. The carefree kids jumping around and the not so carefree teenagers and young adults bogged down by their ‘world’ of tuitions, coaching and other similar this ‘age’ syndromes always caught Megha’s attention. Then there used to be the stark contrast of the silent, in tandem steps of the old couple. This routine never tired or bored her as she was an optimist and she viewed each ‘new’ day with a ‘new’ eye.

It was in one of these walks of hers that she noticed the two rag picker kids. They must have been about eight or nine, but looked much younger for obvious reasons.They were half bent awkwardly over a dry roadside drain about six feet deep. The sight caught Megha’s attention and as she went closer, she saw the bright red polybag which was the ‘apple’ of their eyes. They were trying to retieve it with the concentration of Arjun aiming the eye of the fish. Having the booty of the bright red polybag in their bulging backpack will surely be adding a few grams to the total weight on their shoulders. The money their backpack earns will fetch dinner for the entire family at the end of the day and hence the jostle to add to the bag. Megha was curious and stopped to find out who fished the bright red polybag at the end. Yes, she’d guessed it right! It was the taller boy’s bag it went into, for obvious reasons. Once they were done with the chore, both sat at the edge of the drain to rest for a while – the relaxation after a completed job! It did not matter if the ‘job’ was fishing the bright red polybag from the drain. Megha felt both of them were capable of completing any other job too if they had one….. She visualized them going to school, doing well, getting to college and passing out from there and then doing well at work…. A stray dog’s shrill bark at being shooed away by some bystanders jolted her out of her world. It was then that she realized that all of us have similar dreams for our children but these two rag pickers were not ‘our children’. Perhaps their families did not sleep enough to dream…

It was getting dark and she had to be back home. But she had made up her mind – she would dream for them. Having made this decision, she briskly headed home. The next evening at the same time she reached the same spot but they were not to be seen. She waited till the street lights illuminated the road but the kids did not come….maybe some other drain in the city had more bright red polybags, Megha thought, and headed back home slowly.