Philanthropy of a common man

I'm a common man with modest means, 
and common people have to be 
conscious of their deeds 
that may justify 
their philanthropic conscience. 

They have their limitations 
and need to look for small avenues 
to satisfy the good spirit. 

I am no exception,
I collect my tiny grains of good deeds,--
A potted rose feeling extremely thirsty, 
its buds and top leaves drooping despiritedly, 
I pour water with care and consideration, 
Within fifteen minutes I see the results, 
The branches straighten and leaves turn taut, 
the buds raise their heads again, 
They will smile fully tomorrow.

 
Now who says that 
good deeds don't fetch beautiful results?

Synchronicity

A richly yellow, thick, grand old 
guava leaf lets go of its grip 
on the branch and tumbles down 
to create a soft tonk on the car's roof. 
The completion of a journey! 
Well, I believe some stately wise old man 
also died peacefully in sleep, 
after completing a joyful, meaningful life, 
in some corner of the world 
at exactly the same time.

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!’