Golden Moments

Gold is the color of these moments.
Of the days spent in idyllic pleasure.
Leisurely, we’d set paper boats afloat
Down the streams in green meadows.
Evenings passed in carefree play, and
Nights were when grandma told tales.
Mom and dad would tuck me in bed.
On the ship of dreams, I’d then set sail.
Memories of friends in photographs,
Each posing with smiles and laughs.
Nothing compares to those times.
Those were the best days of my life
Saved as remembrances in my mind.

PS: This is an acrostic poem. Join the first letter of each line and see what you get!

The End

It’s the end of the journey.
The flame clings to the last drop of oil
Carried by the last bit of wick.

While it lasted, it saw everything –
The white of lies, the grey of ambiguity,
The red of love, and the black of malice.

Now, its tiny yellow and orange shape
Casts a dim shadow on the wall
With no escape from its fate.

It struggles against the gusts of winds
Hoping for one more opportunity
To flicker, to dance wildly, to just breathe.

Slowly and slowly, it loses strength.
And its will also fades away
With each passing moment.

Then, with a final sigh, it gets snuffed
Released from all that it suffered
Curling into a wisp of smoke.

The last trace of the flame is gone
And with it, all the colors
Mingle into the vast azure calm.

Ashen Grief

Somewhere deep within my heart,
The garden we nurtured is ablaze.
The love we had was ripped apart
When you left me and went away.

The memories of us being together,
Each one, like a petal of a red rose.
All that we shared with each other,
Like creepers, entwined with hope.

And now, a raging wildfire blazes
Destroying each petal and leaf.
Everything I cherished, it erases,
Till all that’s left is ashen grief.

Days turn into months and years,
But the layers of grey still remain.
At times, a budlike illusion appears,
But it’s just a mirage evoking pain.

The Bee and the Rose

O! It was a scarlet shame!
The way they were together –
The bee and the rose blossom
In the small, fenced bower!

He couldn’t resist kissing her
As she trembled in the morning.
With her velvet petals unfurled,
She looked beautiful and tempting.

And she didn’t stop him either,
But delighted in his affection.
Yes, they were unabashed lovers
Who didn’t hide their passion.

“Oh dear me!” Said the Amaryllis.
“What blatant shamelessness!”
“Why, yes!” Nodded the peonies.
“Towards damnation, they’re headed!”

The chrysanthemums all whispered
“Something has to be done quickly.
What would our little buds learn
If this brazenness, they should see?!”

And they all tried hard in vain,
But couldn’t restrain the lovers.
And so, they’re still a scarlet shame –
The bee and the rose in the bower.

Crimson Fury

Rivers of blood;
Generations of blood
Lost to aggression
By men who are captive to borders
Drawn on maps with the pen,
By men who are slaves to religion
Written in books with the pen,
By men who are controlled by power
Assigned in offices with the pen,
The price of childhood and innocence,
Of freedom and peace is death.
I know not what is right in this world,
But I am sure there’s much that’s wrong.
So, when I die during this war,
Know that I regretted being helpless,
And bury me not in a patch of daisies
But in a field of red Cockscomb blooms,
Under the fiery red evening sun,
That I may rise again
With crimson fury in my veins,
And a pen that’s mightier than the mighty
That will rewrite the script of humanity
Not on paper, but in the souls of men,
That lives may not be snuffed again
Due to borders, religion, or power
And peace reigns over all, forever.

My Heart Beats For You

My heart beats for you
With a crazy jungle beat.
It goes a-dum-dee-dum-doo-doo-
Bid-a-bop-bop-bop-beep-beep.

My heart beats for you
And every time we meet,
Can you hear it, too?
Coz I see you tappin’ your feet!

My heart beats for you
With a special love so sweet.
With you, each moment’s new
As the beat plays on repeat.

My heart beats for you,
And it ain’t hard to see
That everything I ever do
Is so that you keep loving me.

My heart beats for you
Louder than a carnival on the street.
It goes a-dum-dee-dum-doo-doo-
Bid-a-bop-bop-bop-beep-beep.

The Little Girl and Mount Everest

There once was a little girl
Just like every other little girl in the world.
She loved dresses, dolls, and parties
Just like every other little girl in the cities.

But alas! One day, tragedy befell,
And, in an accident, she lost one leg.
Then, followed days of tears and regret.
“She has no future,” all the people said.

“Even with the use of a prosthetic leg
She’d be a burden and always dependent.”
But, something stirred in this little girl,
Who refused to accept all these words.

With determination, she made a pledge
To conquer the peak of Mount Everest.
A step at a time helped her gain strength,
And, with discipline, she trained herself.

The sands of time saw her evolve
Into a warrior girl with steely resolve.
And it was with this never-give-up mindset
That she scaled the mighty Mount Everest.

When You Said Nothing, But I Heard It All

The best things in life don’t make a lot of noise.

Like the Big Bang that birthed the Universe.
Like the life that takes shape in the womb of a mother.
Like the pearl that’s made from a grain of sand.
Like our love that sprouted when you clasped my hand.

In that moment, nothing was spoken,
Yet a bond was formed that couldn’t be broken.
In that moment, I heard everything –
Your promises of a love everlasting.

It was more than you just being there with me,
More than just a physical touch that I was feeling.
At that moment, I saw my life in a panoramic view.
My past, present, and future were with you.

I could never reveal what I saw and felt,
But in that moment, when our eyes met,
Something in the way you gazed back at me
Told me that you, too, had the same feeling.

Once Upon a Grey Day

The day was grey.
Grey it was, in every way.
The grey clouds cast a pall of gloom
Like the sky was mourning some doom.
Even the air that flowed around was grey
Carrying a chill for all who inhaled.
The grey street just blankly stared
As folks tred on with hearts greyed.
And that was how I turned grey, too
As I sat on a grey park-bench and rued.

Suddenly, you floated into view.
You smiled and asked, “How are you?”
With your lilting and happy voice
That instantly made me rejoice.

In that moment, the greys peeled away
To reveal a bright, technicolor day.
The clouds were cottony puffs of white,
And a rainbow glittered in the blue sky.
The air, with perfume, was fragrant
And warm like on a summer evening.
The street was decked with gay festoons
As if a carnival would approach soon.
And, each person skipped by
Humming a song with twinkling eyes.

And oh! That was when I saw myself
Blazing like the sunset with happiness!

A Love That Lasts

We fought.
Like the skies during a thunderstorm.
A spark lit, and like lightning, I lashed out.
You roared like the gunmetal grey clouds.
We howled at each other like the winds,
And like raindrops, flew the accusations.
It seemed as though the end had neared –
The end of our love, our world, our Universe.

And then, with the dawn, tiptoed a light
Spreading warmth and color on all sides.
We both couldn’t help but stop and stare
At the resplendent beauty everywhere.
Just as it seemed the damage had been done,
And the crack in our relationship couldn’t be undone,
The golden light of love brought forth a horizon
And we were united once again as one.

As we looked back at the fight,
We couldn’t reminisce who was wrong or right.
But, of one thing, we did become certain –
Our love would outlast everything.

I Will Never Forget You

There are people,
And there are memories.
And then, there’s you, infused in all my memories.

There’s hardly anywhere I can go,
Or anything I can do
Without thinking of you.

There’s hardly any object I own,
Or any that I don’t
That doesn’t remind me of your love.

The other day, I was in the subway
When someone handed me a pamphlet.
It was of a store announcing a sale,
One of no remarkable interest,
And yet, I saved it till this day
Because its red shade
Reminded me of the roses you gifted
Me on the day we had first met.

Then, there were the tear drop earrings
Made of imitation rhinestones
Twinkling in the afternoon sun,
As, in the shop display window, they hung,
Very much like the light in your eyes
Whenever you looked at me and smiled.

You knew I loved birds.
The scarf with printed peacock feathers
That you bought for me is a reminder
Of the times we spent together.

I love you – that’s quite plain to see!
And I really like to think –
These knick knacks that bring forth memories
Are actually just you – always professing your love for me.

The Moment

‘Twas a moment wrapped in silky mist and silvery dew
As we strolled together on the wooded mountain trail.
The patches of sky visible through the trees were blue
And the breeze caressed each leaf to waltz and sway.

It was as if the forest, mountains, and Universe already knew
The emotions hidden inside me that sought an escape.
You walked on, talking, laughing, as always, being beautiful
Awakening within me all the thousand shades of sunset.

Then, you pointed towards a flower that in the moss, grew,
And asked me what I thought, but I was admiring your face.
At that moment, everything converged, and I said, “I love you.”
Never in my life can I forget the awkward silence that prefaced…

The smile that lit up your eyes as you said, “I love you, too.”
All my inhibitions suddenly vanished without any trace,
As, in your eyes, I could see the promise of a love so true –
A love that all the moments of our lives would forever grace.