A Flower Tells Hundred Words…

Originally published in Triond on June 2008

Pristine, chaste, tender, intense
A flower shows us the way to God
Or way to our inner selves, our soul
It brings in a sense of awe, wonder, peace
Love, memories, nostalgia
Every time I look at a flower – dew fresh and serene
I feel, I am looking at the eyes of a naive child
A child, who is eager to be cuddled and touched
I touch the tender petals, breathe the aroma
And leave it there to grow to feel the bliss forever

When someone makes your day

Originally published in Triond on June 2008

My days have been dull, dogged
I was sinking in to a deeper labyrinth
Day in and day out struggling to breathe
To breathe in deep
It was my earnest endeavor to live
Then one fine day
You sprinkled the glitters
The glitters of love and blessings
Only to rejuvenate my soul
To a greater reality
A reality of being blessed to be fine
Of being the best.

Virgin love

Originally published in Triond on May 2008

You wish to go to a river side
Work doesn’t amuse you anymore
Filthy politics took the place of credibility
You had always wished to go to a river
It need not be blue, picturesque
A river – immaculate and transparent
The water fuller and not much rippled
The lucidity in which we can see each other
We can look into each other’s eyes
And understand what we want.
Yes didn’t we always want that?
A transparent love!