The Sparrow

Have you ever heard the breaking dawn?
Its tiny melodies of chirrups and cheeps-
Harken! the sparrow’s mellifluous songs!

Birds of feathers – buff, black and brown
Greet the big city as it stirs to its feet,
Have you ever heard the breaking dawn?

At times hopping, and, at times, airborne,
They convey their messages with felicity.
Harken! the sparrow’s mellifluous songs!

To their antics and ditties, all are drawn.
But endangered they are, as a species!
Have you ever heard the breaking dawn?

Will a time come when we all will mourn?
In their absence, will the morning grieve?
Harken! The sparrow’s mellifluous songs!

With them, all inspiration will be gone –
Of companionship, joy and simplicity.
Have you ever heard the breaking dawn?
Harken! The sparrow’s mellifluous songs!

PS: This poem is a Villanelle.

What’s in a Rainbow?

Behold the mourning June skies with a beautiful rainbow!
Well, if you ask me, there’s more to it than just its beauty.
It is a promise of hope that at its end lies a pot of gold.

It is a symbol of power as tiny drops split light into colors so pretty.
It is a sign of harmony as the seven hues blend and curve in unity.

It hints at being happy as its cheerful smile makes everyone smile.
It says there’ll be bad days, but they, too, will go away – such is life!

One Rainy Night

It was a moonless, cloudy night
As heavy rain fell from the sky.
The wind howled woo-ooo-woo,
And the thunder loudly boomed.
Forks of white lightning crackled.
Trees fell with roots unshackled.
A night as dark as a deep abyss.
One that’d scare even the bravest.
Yet, a handful of armed soldiers
Climbed up a hill in camouflage.
The mission – to rescue hostages
Captured by terrorists in a village.
They slid through the alleyways
Using the storm as a cover itself.
Upon the signal, they all attacked
Raining bullets on the radicals.
The hostages were then saved,
And they lived to tell the tale –
Of the armed angels saving lives
On that moonless, cloudy night.

The Power of Words

The pages of history are replete
With man’s quest for domination,
Of how the little atom was split
To create a destructive weapon.

But a more powerful one exists
That causes more devastation.
It is the words that one speaks
That are stronger than weapons.

If only one could clearly see
Through the veil of discrimination,
There wouldn’t be any hate speech
Leading to wars between nations.

If only one used their words wisely
Without ego, anger or bad intentions,
Then everyone would be at peace,
And this would spread in all directions.

Such words purify the soul and body.
They help dispel negative emotions.
They pave the way for good things
For the speaker and the one listening.

Echoes of the Rain

The drizzling rain reminds me
Of the green grass laden with dew
When I strolled on it with you.

And when it pours
With a constant pitter patter, I remember
Our conversations over hot tea and fritters.

When a storm rages with raindrops like whiplashes,
And the forked lightning crackles and flashes,
Bringing to life scary monsters in the darkness,
I reminisce the comfort of your warm embrace.

There are other people I’ve come across, too.
But the rain forever reminds me of – you.