Friday, August 28, 2009

'Read Between the Lines': 'My Pomes'


When the Almighty created love,
Did I bloom in his garden of love evergreen,

Vibrant was I in full bloom,
Awaiting but his adoring gaze,
Which would leave me pleasantly dazed,

And scatter all hues in heavens above,
Making the rainbow feel shy,

Fragrant was I in full bloom,
Awaiting his gentle finger,
Touch upon my petals tender,

And give into a temptation sweet,
His blatant self making me feel coy,

Awaiting I was for that day,
I dream of all night, all day,

When in his wedding garland,
Would I be wreathed,

The fall didn’t wither my temptations,
And I continued to bloom in full swing,
But the long wait made me wilt,
With a thirst unquenched,

The day did come,
When every other flower,
In the garden of spring got wreathed,

And I continued to wither,
My bridal self being incomplete,
Somewhere, somehow, a wish unfulfilled,

But my quest is on,
And the wait will continue,
Until that day,
When I wreathed in his arms will be,

Because without him, there is no grandeur in my world,
Because in his arms alone rests my world…

Friday, August 21, 2009

'Read Between the Lines': 'My Pomes'

At the crossroads of life,
Where I found myself one day,
I didn’t have an option, with my choice,
And took the path less travelled by,

I walked through a tunnel, as dark as night,
In the hope that I will see the light,
At the end of the tunnel, I did see the light,
But not the torch bearer,

I walked barefooted in the sands of a lonely desert,
In quest of the oasis, that will quench my thirst,
At the end of the wilderness barren,
I did spot that haven,
Which turned into a mirage,
And my thirst remained unquenched,
And I was left behind, in the lonely sands of the desert,

I heard that voice again,
Which fills my life with resonance,
I followed it, till I reached the end of the road,
But the voice drowned into silence,

At last, him I did see, far in the horizon,
Calling on to me, with outstretched arms,
But like a pleasant dream, he dissolved, in the oblivion,
Leaving me dejected and forlorn,

With my faith in my love for him,
With strength anew in my heart,
I start on my quest afresh,

Because without him, there is no grandeur in my world,
Because in his arms alone rests my world …

Friday, August 14, 2009

'Read Between the Lines': 'My Pomes'


When the first ray of the dawn tickles me,
I wake up afresh with that everlasting smile,
Because I know you are there, with me,
All the while,

Wherever I go,
You seem to follow, like my own shadow,
Just the way, the eternal sun seems to travel with me,
Whichever corner of the world I go,

In the gentle breeze that brushes past me every time,
I feel your serene touch,
Even in the air I breathe my life,
It is your spirit that encompasses me every time,

Even then at times, when my yearnings for you,
Bring tears to my eyes,
Pleasant rain drops from the heavens above wash away my tears,
In which I sense the warm caress of your hands,

In the waves of the seas,
In the song of the bees,
I your voice hear,

Every beautiful song that I hum,
Is but your name alone,
That I utter demurely each time,

In every step I take,
I your support feel,
Even at times when I trip,
You like the earth,
Embrace me in your arms,
And I feel as though upon your chest I rest,

Because without you, there is no grandeur in my world,
Because in your arms alone, rests my world …

Friday, August 7, 2009

'Read Between the Lines': My 'Pomes'




On a pleasant morn in spring,
When all flowers were in full bloom,
I like a tiny leaf, also woke up to his gentle feel,
In search of which I did a new journey begin,

A thundering, stormy night,
Broke the leaf away from its tree,
In search of that gentle feel again,
I tried tracing his footprints,
Which the ruthless downpour,
Had wiped all away,

The dry wind of the fall,
Made the leaf lose its way,
Mountains I did scale,
Plains I did traverse,
Seas I did steer,
And finally I did that voice hear,

Pale and weary,
I did beneath his feet rest,
He lifted my spirits,
With the same gentle feel,
And in his memoir,
I like the leaf sought respite,

Because without him, there is no grandeur in My World,
Because in his arms alone rests My World…