A red rose bloom and a lovefool
on one Valentine’s Day in school –
She was the prettiest girl in class
oblivious of the love in his heart.
There, she was talking to her friends,
fresh like the blossom in his hand.
He stepped forward to let her know,
not noticing the crack in the floor.
A stumble, and he lost balance!
The rose flew off in that instance,
landing on a book of History
held by the principal while walking!
What followed next was comitragic –
A meet in the old dragon’s office.
And, to add to the embarrassment,
a letter was sent to his parents.
Thus ended the love before it began.
Cupid! Your arrow has strayed again!
What’ll happen next – nobody knows –
to the young lovefool and the rose!!!
It begins with an inspiration,
a fleeting thought
speeding through the mind,
and then its caught.
The idea scribbled on paper,
then crushed and trashed.
Slowly, it starts to shape up
in the second draft.
The words play together
to build the narrative –
A similie here; or a metaphor,
create a bit of imagery.
The verses start forming
with meter and rhyme.
After writing and rewriting,
flow the chiselled lines.
Here comes the final version.
and with an artsy flair,
it is released from seclusion,
ready to be shared.
Such is the evolution
of a work of poetry
A journey from evanescence
to a joyful reality.
Deep within each person,
there lies a large reservoir
of an energy named desire,
that, to emerge, lies waiting.
Even Gods are unspared
from the forces of desire.
Such is its cosmic power
when it arises and flares.
The desire to be king.
The desire for beauty.
The desire for immortality.
The desire for strength.
In countless instances,
desire has driven
both mortals and angels
Blessed are the saints
who can harness desire
like the taming of fire
in household kitchens.
Blessed are the ones
whose only desire
is to serve the Maker
through His Words.
Blessed are those
who can steadily hold
the double-edged sword
of desires in this world.
A seed pushes through the forest floor.
The earth heals after a thunderstorm.
An eagle glides in the vast blue sky.
Dawn breaks through the dark night.
A lake reflects snowy mountain tops.
Moon beams shine through the window.
A candle melts to spread light all around.
Trees give shelter through their shadows.
Silence is magic, silence is medicine,
Silence is releasing, silence is strength,
Silence is clarity, silence is powerful,
Silence is sacrifice, silence is love.
The yin to the yang of noise and chaos,
silence can enlighten and build purpose.
So, whenever vision is marred by confusion,
know that the answer lies within …. in silence.