I fly above the sky
Go beyond the eyesight
I sway and glide with the wind
And float among the clouds.
I cut through the blinding lights
Hurdle the searing heat
Slither along the bladed rays
And adeptly soar to life.
Adrift
Category: Emotions in Poems
Lost
From left to right
To south to north
All roads are blurry
The shadow looms.
A speck of light
On the thick clouds
Its shimmer stops
Further darkens the path.
Grappling where to hold
Blinded by the flows
Cascading on her face
Blocking her way to go.
Tribute to Mothers
Special persons He created.
To bring forth life and glory
Unconditional love, she offers readily.
She shares so willingly.
A nanny and a buddy, darling to her baby
Always ready to ease the weary
Comforting hugs given spontaneously
Joy she brings profusely.
No single word can describe her wholly
Nor praise or accolade equal the humility
Of motherhood she performs pensively
Unselfishly and diligently.
On your special day we acknowledge
Praise the braveness you exude!
In performing excruciatingly
The mother role endowed to you specially.
Life
Up and down, we climb like a lift
Swirl and whirl, we turn like a wheel
To and fro, like a boomerang we go
In a needle, sometimes we go through.
Like the wind, our dreams fly high
Like the shadow, our failures haunt us
Like the thread, we lose our end
Like an ember, we mellow, we flicker.
Rainbow color, our life is a hue
Bright and windy, can be like weather too
Calm and serene, down in a river we flow
Bumpy and rocky, at times, but still we go.
There’s no stopping, life’s phases continue
As frequent as moon changes its faces too
Like the ebbing and rising of tide life curve flows
For dear life we grapple, we hang on to.
Vision
Peering through an opaque glass
Your image flickers in the light
The blurry contour of your body
Stands like shadow….haunting me.
Extending my hands, I tried to reach you
Touch your shadow, try to feel you
But as I come close to holding you
Out you vanished, left me in awe.
Are you there or you’re just pigment
My rich imagination has created
Or are you a dream, or just a vision
Borne out of loneliness and misery.
Deep Thoughts
You close your eyes.
You drown in darkness.
In deep pit you fall
With a thug, you landed.
The silence of night deafens.
From afar a faint sound swell
Like a ticking bomb it flickers
Some silent wishes it foretells.
Crawling you tried to rise.
Gasping for air, breathing
Hands shaking, knees weakening.
The broken dream comes drifting.
Obscurities
Vague figures come to form
Under the tint of the moonlight
Some slanting, some circling
Others bending, others soaring.
Aghast, you peek around
Looking for help to understand
Hallucinating, or am I dreaming?
Distorted figures conjure.
Woman
The flower that blooms The scent that lingers The beacon of light The ray of hope.
The well of love The wall of strength The trove of kindness The fountain of joy. The spring of life The cradle of growth The epitome of bravery The essence of existence.
Happy International Women’s Day everyone!
Reverie
How strong can a person be?
In the midst of oddity
In cruelty and betrayal
In the world where truth
Is hidden, evaded incessantly.
How strong can a person be?
Alone in darkness
Muted in silence
Muddled with hypocrisy
Drowned in temerity.
How strong can a person be?
When water flows freely
Gushing in deaden face
Gasping for breath, yelling
Where is peace, equality?
How strong can a person be?
Where only hope relies in Thee
At blinking stars and shiny moon
To majestic rays seeping at dawn
And to flowers that bloom.
How strong can a person be?
When folded knees shake
And clasped hands moistened
With stiffened muscles
Heavy feet lift not a single step.
How strong can a person be?
An unanswered question
Like a myth, truth is unknown.
How strong can a person be?
Relatively personal, nobody can just see.
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