In the End

Beyond a certain measure,
what worth are your treasures?
Beyond a certain need,
your hoarding turns into greed.

Have you ever seen the colors
of souls that float away like feathers?
Or know their race, country, religion,
food, clothes, houses they lived in?

And if seeing is really believing,
then all these would mean nothing,
for red is the blood in our veins,
and the air we breathe is the same.

The Maker did not discriminate
or create the boundaries of hate.
These were invented by a few who
never cared for the common good.

The results have always been dire,
forcing us deeper into a dark mire.
‘Til we realize the need to change –
a step at a time; it’s not too late.

For in the end, all that matters is
how much you loved, laughed and lived.
For in the end, we’ll lie side by side
like grains of sand, and blades of grass.

Summer Days

The sunlight bouncing off
the leaves on the trees
leaves bright motifs on
the floor through the grills.

The whispering wind
blowing ever so slowly
makes every moving thing
rejoice in joyous dancing.

The koel singing softly –
Songs floating in the breeze.
What could the notes mean?
Maybe love’s sweet melody.

The sun looking handsome
rising in the eastern skies
frowns glaringly by noon
like a lover tired of waiting.

The hills turning brown
with their sun burnt faces
tell stories of their own
to anyone who listens.

The sky showing its colors
without any cloudy specks
is that Eternal Artist’s canvas
with Art that can’t be imitated.

The beautiful summer day then
bids adieu as evening creeps
with the sun setting in the west,
its tete-a-tete a complete mystery.

These days, these golden days
in beauty are truly unparalleled.
O sands of time – pray stop and stay!
These summer days are all I crave!

These Times

These are the times of the Coronavirus Disease
with both love and humanity, on a tight leash.
No kissing, no hugging, no touching, please.
Make sure the hands are 20-seconds-clean.

Will they ever be clean? Will I ever be sure?
Will I ever be able to go outside like before?
Will I meet my friends and hang out in crowds?
Will this social distancing end? So many doubts!

“Stay away!” say the wise, “It will break the curse!”
“Stay indoors, or this pandemic will become worse.”
Who is to blame? Does it really matter now?
This forced isolation has opened minds somehow.

We beg for forgiveness from Mother Nature’s fury
while some lose the fight in a battle so lonely.
Where did the souls of so many people go?
Where is our Saviour, and where is the cure?

Some say we are paying for bad karma and sins.
Do we need more deaths for alarm bells to ring?
When will we realize the simple rule of Evolution?
We were gifted intelligence to protect Her creations.

Somewhere down that road, we got really lost,
and so, here we are now, paying that high cost.
She is furious with our recklessness, so we pray
for a cure that we may walk our streets again.

The air’s clearer now; She rejoices in many ways.
In the midst of this war, did we learn anything?
Or will all this suffering and death be in vain?
A few years later, will a scourge occur again?

People – this is the word we use for ourselves.
Together we form the Collective Consciousness.
What one does affects another – this is the truth.
We need to understand this and recognize it soon.

So do not hoard – there are those who need.
The old and infirm can’t move as they please.
The afflicted don’t deserve this discrimination.
We depend on each other as societies and nations.

Will we win against this virus? Are we so sure?
During these times, whom do we look towards?
The Universe? God? The doctors? The nurses?
Or does the answer lie within each one of us?

Like the deadly Coronavirus, this debate rages
while the disease takes its toll in all the stages.
With time, this will pass and things will be alright.
While our hopes see us through this terrible night.

To My Daughter

Within me you grow
blooming like a rose.
I can see you smile,
twinkles in your eyes.

I can feel you move
as you turn in my womb.
And as I think of you,
I know you hear me too.

You are mine.
My unborn child.
My fairy girl –
A precious pearl.

My light, my faith
I’ll patiently wait,
for like no other
you are my daughter.

To My Love

My heart yearns for your love, dearest.
like a desert awaits the falling rain.
I long and long to hold you
like the night embraces the Moon.
You are the one and only one
who brightens my life like the Sun.
I will love you forever and ever.
As long as I live and even thereafter.

This Holi

Colour me blue this Holi.
Blue like the open skies.
Colour me yellow this Holi.
Yellow like the sunshine.

Colour me green this Holi.
Green like the leaves on trees.
Colour me orange this Holi.
Orange like the garden lilies.

Colour me red this Holi.
Red like the deepest love.
Colour me grey this Holi.
Grey like the clouds above.

Colour me with all the hues.
My soul is like white snow.
Come colour me this Holi.
And make me one with You.

A Conversation with a Rose

I once met a beautiful Sentimental rose.
It sought no approvals from this world
as it blossomed on a fair summer day
in a sunny rose garden in New Zealand.

With splashes of red on white velvet
petals tucked around a yellow circle,
it garnered the rapt attention of
countless glittering, round dew drops.

Then that evening, dark clouds gathered.
With thunder and rain, the winds battered.
While curled up near the warm fireplace,
my thoughts turned to that rose’s fate.

I woke up to the gleaming morning sun;
walked solemnly to that little rose garden.
And there was that glorious Sentimental!
Poised gracefully with a few strewn petals!

While some were yet so neatly arranged
with silvery drops shining on their faces.
Our conversation took place in silence as
the rose didn’t speak any other language.

“Your beauty is perfect!” I exclaimed.
“Even though the stormy winds and rain
threatened your very existence last night,
why do you smile, so lovely and bright?”

The rose nodded its head in the breeze.
As if contemplating the answer silently.
Then said, “The storm was unexpected, aye!
But to be your best…always…now that’s life!”