Crawling for a new day

The day 
holding its last ray,
The dusk 
at its mellifluous cusp,
The breeze stops
to welcome dew drops,
To the nest
birds return for rest,
The leech
also has to reach
a place safe,
To crawl
cling and brawl
on a new day.

Ode to solitude

Embraced by the pining silence 
and stillness of these mute hours, 
my detached self grows more detached 
and aloof like those misty distances 
virginally spread out under the star light.
Thus, the lone pine
felt absolutely fine.

The Baggage

I carried the load of victory 
and the next time 
when I lined up for the run 
I lagged behind like a burdened beast. 
I carried the baggage of defeat 
and perspiring under the load sat down,
gasping for breath, 
and could just manage to see 
others lining up for the run.

Your Sweet Enemy

 

Though your enemy, I am sweet,

My neck thus deserves a softer treat.

A Fatherly Whisper

Parental love loops around with a new ray

on an early winter day,

The mighty lord whispers in a soft voice,

‘My son grow thou strongest in spirit

and sire chances for those without any choice!’

Sweet Pangs of Nostalgia

 

Holding a dream in my fist,

Staring at the misty past

and forcing myself not to see the future

eager to unfold itself too fast,

I wave at the nostalgic strains

still beckoning and faintly alive,

How I wish I could dive

back into the pools of the past,

To have my moments last

at a place that held me in its cradle soft,

That pious embrace which still holds me aloft!

Midnight Musings

 

A few night-blossoming jasmine flowers muse:

Dewy fun under nightly sun

Swathed in the cool shades of a dewy night,

We stand brave with smiles and innocent delight,

When all sleep,

we hold the beacon of love and light,

The moon is our sun,

When you will get up in the morning,

you can't imagine how much was the nightly fun!