Sunday, January 24, 2010

'Read Between the Lines': 'My Pomes'


Many a spring season passed,
Saw buds bloom into flowers,
And honey bees hover,
Saw orchards bear fruits,
And honey combs ooze with nectar,


Seldom realized when the spring,
In my lifetime made way for summer,
And just then did his love for me,
Like the spring itself,
Entered my life,
On the onset of summer,


Like shade brings a cool respite,
From the scorching summer sun,
His love brought solace to my soul,
Quenching a long summer thirst,
And yet yearns for more,


How am I to say,
How miserable I feel,
In his love,
That sprung in my heart,
On the onset of summer….


Will new buds bloom again...
And spread fragrance around,
Will orchards bear fruits again…
And be temptation abound,


Will perennial brooks run...
Splashing satiation all about,
Will the pleasant breeze,
Chuck all sultry disdain,
Will this summer like spring bloom again...


How am I to say,
How miserable I feel,
In his love that sprung in my heart,
On the onset of summer….


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

Friday, January 22, 2010

'Read Between the Lines': 'My Pomes'




Call me a brook and I will fall for your charms,
Call me the zephyr and I will embrace your arms,

Call me the blue skies and I will gift you all the stars,
Call me the azure seas and my waves will your praise sing for hours,

Call me the spring and I’ll gift you all the bloom,
Call me the sunshine and I’ll clear your gloom,

Call me the rainbow and I’ll fill you with hues,
Call me a dream and I’ll be your muse,

Call me a fruit and I’ll be your temptation,
Call me your thirst and I’ll be your persuasion,

Call me the tree and I’ll your shade be,
Call me the snow angel and I’ll the melting snow caps be,


Call me the dawn and I’ll your hope be,
Call me the golden sands and I’ll your oasis be,
Call me a flower and I’ll your fragrance be,
Call me the dusk and I’ll your peace be,


Call me your life and I’ll your love be,
Call me your love and I’ll your life be,

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

Sunday, January 17, 2010

'Read Between the Lines': 'My Pomes'

When I close my eyes, it’s your image I see in my mind,
When I open my eyes, it’s your face I struggle to find,
It is your dreams alone that rest upon my eyes all the time,
And yet your pair of eyes seem to see me all the while,

In all the good things around, it is only you I see,
Through the eyes of my mind, I your expressions see,
Through the eyes of my heart, I your love for me see,
Yet these pair of eyes, your countenance longs to see,

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

Sunday, January 10, 2010

'Read Between the Lines': 'My Pomes'

Walking by the sea shores,

With eyes on the horizon,

Where the sun between the sea and the sky moves,

I hold in my hands,

A pearl oyster,

And in my eyeballs, his image I find,

As the precious pearl in the oyster,

Yonder in the sun too,

His image I find,

Which longs to become one with the horizon,

With his image in my heart,

I, my eyes close,

With his image in my eyes,

I, the world anew see,


Walking by the sea shores,

With his thoughts resounding in my mind aloud,

Become synonymous with,

The lashing waves silence everything around,

I hold a conch against my ear,

And in it the resonate seas I hear,

Just the way, my mind, with his thoughts resounds,


There isn't a cruise I can see,

That could ferry me across to the shores yonder,

Although day in and day out,

My soul ferries in quest of his abode yonder,


And the whispering hope in the mind says,

One day the blue skies and the azure sea,

Will meet at horizon,

And both the shores along,

Will get long,

When his outstretched arms will embrace me,


Because without him there is no grandeur in my world,

Because in his arms alone rests my world…

Saturday, January 9, 2010

'Read Between the Lines': 'My Pomes'

I climbed high the flight of dreams,

To steal the sunshine from the eternal sun,

I conspired with constellations of stars,

To wink at the waning moon and run,


I commanded the rains to pour heavily,

And bring the rainbow down to earth for me to ride,

And wear all its colours,

To shy away the peacock of its pride,


I summoned all the bees to the sea-side,

To pour all nectar unto the brine,

And I'll partake of the entire potion,

To quench all thirst of mine,


I bid the sands by the shores,

To scribe patterns of my desire,

And to make fruitful all trees in orchards,

I, the eternal spring did hire,


All this and more in this world,

I thought was the epitome of bliss and power,

But when his outstretched arms did I embrace,

Like a burning candle, I melted that hour,


No dream seemed to be bigger or impossible,

No desire seemed to be larger or accessible,

The ecstasy in the warmth of his engaging arms goes higher,

And quenches all thirst, like water puts out fire,


Because without him there is no grandeur in my world,

Because in his arms alone rests my world…