Your love grows deep in me
like a pomegranate tree.
It’s red fruit full of passion
with a taste that’s everlasting.
The branches spread out within
me with leaves that are evergreen.
The roots reach into my heart.
No distance that keeps us apart
will ever be wide enough
for this witness of our love
will keep us united as we live
this life, and after death, endlessly.
Author: rupali66
A Matter of Time
I see the Place from my home.
Six concrete pillars and a dome.
Deserted, it had stood cold and dark
with stray dogs that roamed and barked.
The men now chisel a design like lace
cutting through the rocks with ease.
The sun beats down upon their backs.
They sweat and strain but do not slack.
Slowly, they work on the shapes –
the feet, the legs, the arms, the face.
Then, the stone takes a form.
It has now turned into a God.
The lattice work covers the walls.
The roof with the flagged spire is tall
and lit with little lights that twinkle.
For, the Place is now a holy temple.
As I reflect on what is and was
I wake up to a realization of sorts.
The twists and turns that make our Fate
Are just games Time constantly plays.
Tell Me Why
Tell me why
stars shine in the sky?
Such soothing brightness
spreads happiness.
Tell me why
birds sing as they fly?
Such mellow tunes
give hope anew.
Tell me why
flowers bloom with a smile?
Nodding in the breeze.
Waving goodbye to grief.
Tell me why
God made Earth and life?
So full of colors
and joy and mirth.
Just to be choked
by his creation – Man
Whose pride blinds him
to all the wonders divine.
Pity not the blind or
the deaf who cannot hear
But those who surrounded by beauty
fail to see it bright and clear.
My Class Teacher
I have a class teacher
who is very, very nice.
I like all her lectures
and listen to her advice.
She teaches math n morals.
I owe her all my laurels.
She helps all her pupils –
The aces n those who struggle.
She’s always so lively.
Her name is Miss Molly.
Disciplined and so caring,
She’s the best, certainly!
Love’s Musings
Traffic jam on a busy lane.
Like a clot in a deep blue vein.
A thousand powers conspire
against the forces of desire.
Battles once won are lost.
My heart’s missing, forever gone.
The noise, the lights and the smoke
can’t stop these thoughts of love.
The darkness closes behind me
as night swallows the twilight.
Every turn of the wheels
takes me closer to a love that’s real
I get that feeling – a kind of rush
I’m coming home to you – to us.
A Song for Xmas
Who puts the colors
in all the flowers?
Who puts the light
into the vast skies?
Who puts in us
a heart that loves?
The buzzing bees,
Songs in the breeze
are all by You, Almighty!
So, today, we dedicate
to You all our ways,
and on this blessed day,
we offer our praise
For You are the Master,
Our heavenly Father.
Yours are the hands
that never rest and
a love that never ends.
Pyres of the Past
I can only heal
if I take the blame.
I can only feel
if I burn in the flames.
Being sorry doesn’t help.
I apologize for; I regret
all that I did and
everything I said.
Shadows grow longer
as time takes its toll.
My will – no stronger.
I’m numb to the world.
Until I feel a pain
that lasts and lasts.
As I slowly burn in
the pyres of the past.
Christmas
The church bells ring,
the trumpets sound,
the roses bloom,
the sorrows drown.
The moon adorns herself
in a gown of shimmering rays.
The radiant stars fill the sky
like diamonds in a maid’s hair.
The perfumed air enchants the night.
No soul rests down to sleep.
The angels above come to Earth.
They sing and dance among the Trees.
The heavens declare,
the whole world says,
’tis Christmas ’tis Christmas,
’tis the Lord’s birthday!
Wishes
Someone asked me
what I would do
if I met a fairy
out of the blue?
I thought I should ask
for a pair of dancing shoes,
a pink, silken gown,
and a big diamond crown.
But just then I saw
a child so sweet.
Who was in tattered clothes
crying down the street.
I saw a little boy.
Lame and blind was he.
And as he limped along,
with a small bowl begged he.
I didn’t care for dancing shoes.
A silk gown or a crown.
I had the answer to the question.
I would ask for them a haven.
Where they can laugh
and sing and play.
And won’t give people a chance to say,
“You filthy dog! Get out of my way!”
Freedom
Bluebells and daffodils
sitting on the fence
wit’ the sun beams kissin’
’em on their pretty heads.
And yonder meadow green
dotted wit’ little daisies
is the place o’ my dreams
far from this mad city.
Take me away, o far away
wit’ the music in the breeze.
Unshackle these heavy chains
of bondage – set me free.
Life
Life is so very practical.
It’s more than just fantasies.
And though it’s full of ecstasy,
it also has complexities.
Life is not a bed of roses.
It has both sweet and bitter doses.
It has got victory and defeat.
Only a fighter can take the lead.
Life is unique in this universe.
A cycle which is never reversed.
Life comes once and only once.
Don’t while it away in smoke and guns.
Play
How I love to go
and play in the hills.
All by myself
in the quiet and still.
Among the green grass
I hop with the frogs,
and sing with the birds,
and walk on the logs.
Go under the waterfall
or sit on the rocks
or climb up a tree
and tear my socks.
I play in the morning.
I play in the evening.
All by myself
in the quiet and still.
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