The Spice of Life

Spices-there are so many
That make life worth living,
From happiness like sugar
To anger that’s bittersour.

But there’s a special spice
That makes all things nice.
It is the secret ingredient
That tops other condiments.

This spice grows in hearts.
When sprinkled, it imparts
A flavor that’s everlasting
With a freshness like Spring.

It has many superpowers.
It creates, unites, and cures.
But there’s also a caution –
To use it in apt proportions.

This spice is the only one
That makes us all human.
It’s a covenant from Above.
This spice of life is – Love.

Love, Naturally

Would I be wrong if I say
Nature’s nature is to nurture?

The mountains that, in the sky, tower,
In their strength, resemble my father.

And the oceans with their waves
Soothe just like my mother’s lullabies.

But what about that emotion called love?
Was that overlooked by Nature?

The answer to that is “no,” my friends.
For love, she has a special expression.

On all her creations, her love she showers
With the beauteous, colorful flowers.

With shades of red, the winter’s roses
Boldly announce their passionate love

In the meadows, the spotless white lilies
Promise commitment and purity.

And the sky blue forget-me-nots
Speak of everlasting fidilelity and respect.

While the multi-hued carnations
Show their affection and admiration.

Of other blossoms, there are a multitude
That express their love so true.

Each with their own vocabulary,
Convey their feelings eloquently.

So, whenever you see these bloom
It’s Nature proclaiming, “I love you.”

The Hues of Love

Love’s first hue is Harmony.
Just like the colors
Of the sky’s palette in the evening
Or a bouquet of flowers
Create a vision so appealing.

Love’s second hue is Acceptance.
Just like the colors
Of a rainbow arching in the Heavens
Or the butterflies in the bowers
Come together in perfect balance.

Love’s third hue is Sacrifice.
Just like the colors
Of Fall give way to Winter’s white
Or when the Moon’s silver shimmers
Come alive after the Sun sets at night.

Love’s fourth hue is Purity.
Just like the colors
Of the Lily of the Valley
Or the blue firmament in summers
Stay spotless in their eternal beauty.

Love’s fifth hue is Love itself.
Just like the colors
Of the blood that pulses in veins
Or the ink in the quills of lovers
Run deeper than the ocean currents

My Mother’s Heart

There’s a place that has no boundaries,
Where love blooms in eternal Spring,
Where my infinite wishes are fulfilled,
And I can see the sweetest dreams,

Where the grass is soft as I walk,
And there are no hard stones or rocks,
Where I can share my deepest secrets,
And listen to lullabies when I rest,

Where the voice of wisdom speaks to me,
And the air has the fragrance of divinity,
Where a superforce gives me protection,
And I can seek and find expression.

This place is where I was moulded.
It is the bedrock of my existence.
It is where I can always get a start,
This place is in my mother’s heart.

Love Lost and Never Found

Love..sprouting like a seed planted in the fresh moist earth,
Unsure of the world around it, drawn towards the sunlight.
Reaching deep within with roots, leaf upon leaf unfurl,
Growing, growing and growing in the showers of desire.

Blooming with fragrant deep red petals like soft velvet,
Blossoming in the neverending, eternal, etheral Springtime,
Yearning every second, every minute, every hour, every day,
Longing to be known, acknowledged, realized and alive.

But what’s this? There’s something new and undiscovered
Sharp, dry, prickly, they can cut and draw blood outside.
Thorns… yes thorns of Ego, hidden among the red buds.
Hurtful thorns…with the passing moments, they too thrive.

Unrestrained, they grow faster, weaving a net of bramble,
Piercing through all, even the petals, not heeding to their cries.
Till all that’s left is a woody, dry underbrush that’s dead
With buried memories of a love that was lost…and happy times.

Mirrors

We were not lovers.
We were two mirrors.
Reflecting.
Revealing.

We were not for each other.
We were because of each other.
Glowing.
Accepting.

We did not bother with flowers.
We were happy with what was ours.
Speaking.
Expressing.

We were not secret creatures.
We were the elements of Nature.
Blazing.
Burning.

We did not exist together.
We were cosmic dancers.
Twirling.
Gliding.

The world called us lovers.
Lovers in love…forever.
But then…we were not lovers.
We were…and are…two mirrors.