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.
Once upon a long time ago,
there were three young lads –
Pain, Courage and Fear.
They found a treasure map.
The gold was in the ocean
for whoever ventured forth.
And so they went a-hunting
in the sea on a rocking boat.
At the time to take the plunge,
Pain complained and hid away.
Fear decided to make the jump
but returned shivering and pale.
Now Courage dove in the waves
deeper and deeper unflinchingly.
He found the treasure in a cave,
and then lived ever after happily.
Beauty lies in the smallest of things.
A silk cotton seed floating in the wind,
a butterfly with gaily colored wings,
a pearly shell that the ocean brings.
Beauty lies in the commonest of things.
The grace of a pendulum as it swings,
the dew shining on gossamer strings,
the light bouncing off a little earring.
Beauty lies in the strangest of things.
The Moon and the Sun while eclipsing,
the leaves turning red before falling,
an orchid bloom like a baby sleeping.
Mind not the earth as it keeps spinning.
Mind not the clock as it keeps ticking.
But, pray, take the time to stop and see
the beauty that surrounds you and me.
Is there a price for everything?
Does everything have a cost?
What then is the best bargain?
To what extent would it drop?
Lost in the maze of questions?
Take a pause to look around –
A mother’s love for her children,
a rusty memory lost and found.
The sun shining in the morning,
the fresh breeze after the rain,
the laughter of the little ones,
the sound of musical refrains.
The gurgling of flowing rivers,
the rainbow with colors seven,
a smile that sets hearts aflutter –
All these cost nothing, my friend.
This is an acrostic poem penned by me. Do join the first letter of each line and see what you get.
Behind the wall,
Everybody wants acceptance –
Hopes for unconditional love.
I’m sure you are no different.
Now the truth is simple.
Do you also see?
There is no miracle.
Here is the key to the
When you seek something,
All you have to do is give.
Let the wall down.
Let your wishes live.
I went on a journey alone
down a long, winding road.
On the way, I met some flowers.
I rejoiced in seeing their colors.
A few smiled at me cheerfully
while other prickly ones hurt me.
Then, there were the great trees.
sheilding me from gusty breeze,
with sweet fruits that I could eat,
and leafy beds for me to sleep.
The road I walked had rocks in it.
On some, I stumbled down and fell
while others let me sit and rest
giving respite to my tired legs.
As I skipped to the road’s end,
I came to a mighty, blue ocean.
In it, I swam with all my strength,
against the tides and currents.
Till I reached my final destination –
A place that was beyond description.
With no crowns or victory trophies,
just a sense of satisfaction in me,
for this journey I took by myself
is the bittersweet story of life itself.
Sometimes we are disappointed by people or circumstances. This is largely due to our expectations from them. But what if our perception and expectations could change? Here is a poem that attempts to do that.
(Please note – this is a reverse poem, so read it both ways- upside down and downside up.)
This is what I believed.
To limit my expectations!
My parents never told me-
Try and achieve anything
Like the spider and the king
I mustn’t believe in stories!
My teachers never told me
To chase all my dreams
I don’t have the strength
My friends never told me –
I deserve the best from life.
All that I heard was this-
You can’t! You shouldn’t!
The world never told me
I could work to succeed.
And this is what I believed.
Shades of crimson in the skies.
Is it a sunset or sunrise?
That isn’t the question at this time.
What matters is that I’m alive
to see these colors divine.
All my hopes are revived.
As a new day has arrived
for me to seize and make it mine.
Grains of sand make a wasteland –
unforgiving and unworthy of living.
Blades of grass form a grassland –
with scenes that are unchanging.
Trees, sod, birds, flowers and bees –
it takes these to create a garden.
And songs would lose their appeal
with just one note instead of seven.
It’s true that the differences are many,
but together, there are possibilities.
It was never ever about “you or me”.
The superpower is in “you and me”.
So what do you think is in a name?
The name that becomes an acquaintance
The acquaintance that leads to friendship
The friendship that grows into romance
The romance that creates vows
The vows that seal the wedding
The wedding that multiplies love
The love that begets children
The children that make a family
The family that branches like a tree
The tree that gives pieces of timber
The timber that forms a burning pyre
The pyre that leaves behind reflections
The reflections that dig up memories
The memories that are in an album
The album that holds some pictures
The pictures that have captions
The captions that include names
The names that live through you
So what do you think is in a name?