Barren- devoid of greenery lay the land – my home
once aplenty with vegetation green-so soothing to the eyes,
scorching heat having claimed parched lands & lives
causing dwellings of many to be filled with piercing cries.
Pouplace of varied community pushed to altars of their deities
offering prayers to wash away the parched sorrow,
rendereing impotence to seeds of communalism created by’social-icons’
folded hands in unison to pray for a rainy tommorow.
The rain-GOD at last showering mercy
bringing forth a deluge spreading joy in hearts of people,
barren soil giving way to greenery
giving the cattle –livestock fodder ample.
Droplets of emerald rain shining on foliage
presenting a vision of a bedecked new bride,
the rainbow adorning the blue shy-line
it’s glorious beauty spread over with sublime pride

She Was A Phantom of Delight !
As he saw her at first glance she seemed
a complete picture of glowing radiance;
Her face a halo of delight;
radaint,bright-like the moon!
Her walk-a poet's delight
causing enough to stir as water is when a pebble dropped;
her tresses flowing down
like ripples on riverbank
caused by the reflecting moon !
She was a phantom of delight !
However little did he know ,
that glitter at distance is often a mirage at hand !
And when he did find out reality
it was too late....it was all a mirage !

Wine stained fingers, trace feathery shadows across the dunes.
Soft susurrations tease the hot evening silence.
The huge molten sun is gently lowered,
it's heat a living thing-
by unseen hands...

Vermillion streaked skies empty,
as the first star peeks through sunset eyes.
Shimmering pellucid heat devils beckon in the distance,
watery, shifting dancers,
in this quiet place.

Slowly, slowly
a quiet midnight curtain lowers,
stroking this fevered earth with a cooling hand.
The moon softly illumines all,
as darkness enfolds this earth,
in its velvet embrace.

Painting the desert, sun-setting the tone
Starving backstage, morning-stars are jaded
The moonshine murmur still shivers alone

Curved slice of sliver, shear breath shadows stone
Suspending twilight shiny and shaded
Painting the desert, sun-setting the tone

Carving solace into silver in June
On horizons’ glow from forgotten gold
The moonshine’s’ shilling delivers alone

Gleaming duels of knights, pierce deathly silence
Steel tines of starlight, clashing swords they hold
Painting the desert, sun-setting the tone

Dimples aware, sparkle sand on the dune
Winking at comets, after tails are told
The moon-sand whispers, sift rivers alone

Sharpness they hone, filing skills onto stone
Starlight dazzles, its own space created
Painting the desert, sun-setting the tone
From owls’ talon, moonlight shimmers alone

I look. As I look, I see. In about five seconds I see, but then I realise what I have seen.
We are like clouds in the sky!
So what did I see?
Layer and layer of cloud line the sunsetting sky.
Layer after layer, each with a different shade of a yellow and orange tint nesting on its surface.
I see beauty, then I realise as each cloud sits there, each one beautiful in itself, I realise it is waiting. Not wanting, not forcing anything around, but waiting. Why Wait? What does the cloud know?
I consider the clouds after the sun has retreated and gone to bed when there is no colour, its still waits. The cloud knows, it knows that if it waits it will see all of the colours the sun has to offer. Each shade of yellow and orange, and red and pink, every shade of every colour!

Awake upon rising sun
Amidst warming breeze,
Gone are winter’s icy hands
Puddles beneath the trees

Buds burst anew in bathing rays
Flowers stretch colorful arrays,
Birds lilting melodies
Announces this new day

Death in winter’s slumber,
Life spawns in springs renew,
Cycles end, begin again
We are old, but new

Hail the Vernal Equinox
On this first day of spring,
Seasons change
The spirit soars,
Life begins again

Wedding Poems