UNSAID WORDS OF WISDOM

In trouble was I, sighing mournfully;
 
Cherishing the forgotten past.
 
You held my hands and helped me through;
 
My first puddle; when I was two.
 
And then I grew to face the life;
 
Scary did everything seem!
 
You soothed me with unsaid words;
 
Empowered me to go for my dream,.
 
You shielded me from worldly miseries;
 
Let me see only the glow;
 
Thorn less you made my path;
 
Rejoiced when I reached my goal.
 
Now you are gone; abandoning me;
 
All of a sudden I feel so lonely;
 
In heaven may be you are dad;
 
Away from me  , yet not so far.
 
With you I was always a kid,
 
To be a grown up; I never knew!
 
 The worldly burdens  presses me hard;
 
With silent tears I doweep;
 
Coz I must stay strong;
 
For all  those who are our family!
 
World now suddenly grew up on me;
 
Making me gape in agony;
 
Yet those unsaid words of wisdom you said;
 
Prevents these troubles from cracking me.
 

WHEN WILL IT DAWN

Early morning a new day dawned,

And sky changed her shawls;

Blanket of stars had now faded,

And sun painted the horizon.

Morning birds now awoke,

Chirped around with a beautiful note;

Flowers opened their softy lips,

To put on a fragrant  smile.

Dew drops danced on lively grass,

Mimicked diamonds and emeralds…

Breeze blew through caressingly,

Adding melody to dawns song..

Yet there were two tiny feet,

That unheedingly hurried on  ..

Racing on with teary eyes,

Neglecting the song of dawn…

It is late for work,

The salary would be cut;

With angry employer in  his mind..

He raced on with heavy heart,

Pounding loud in fear and pain,

All of him begging for rest,

Or a simple childhood game;

Yet he knew deep down;

There was no escape from pain.

Burdened his shoulder stooped,

He lifted his face once again

And  mutely asked to God;

When will it dawn again?

THE MIGHTY RUPEE ONE

THE MIGHTY RUPEE ONE

Dejected sat I; staring at emptiness,

An eerie silence that persisted,

Deafeningly loud and clear.

Pitifully I walked along on a pale and dry grassy lane,

Wrinkled at autumn `s draught,

Like my life or so I thought….

Mindlessly I kicked a stone,

And cursed luck for hurting my toe.

Walking on with my bleeding feet

I stared at that empty me.,

A chill ran down my spine,

Seeing myself at verge of fall;

Yet I could do nothing at all,

Gloomily sat I on pale dry grass;;

Picking it uselessly and tossing them aside

.

There I found my saviour, Glittering in the afternoon sun,

Its sheen was so bright; yet I despised it…

It was a one rupee coin, The one with thumbs up sign,

Made in 2007: oh it  was nothing divine.

Yet my saviour had it all ,as though someone lost him for me,

A message so strong and clear ;It killed the silence deafening me.

 I first took him and saw: and mindlessly tossed him about;

There was time when thumb was up,

And were  times when it went down.

Circular coin that he was;

Stared at me with sheen and might.

Life is a wheel stated the Asoka pillar;

It ends  where it starts

And goes up and down , he seemed to talk

I listened as though it was sudden gift of hearing:

that I deaf had got…

 I turned the coin some more

Feeling my mind turn around.

I looked back at those grasses,

Pale though yet alive.

Waiting for the first drops,

Hibernating and accumulating,

The life and flowers of future;

Waiting patiently for time to pass.

Then I knew what to do...

And tossed my saviour back again,

On to the patiently waiting grassy lane…

Hoping someone as confused as I

 To Gain the patience for tomorrow,

And courage to move on when thumb goes down…

IT IS NEVER TOO LATE

 I hurried along in my path

Growing Darkness in horizon

Reminding it is too late to walk….

Yet I am going on ,

in this deadly unknown path.

Coz I am late for destiny,

Awaiting  me in the end of path.

For I rested a while too long.,

Without  moving along….

And  now tumbling across the road.

Hurting my feet with thorns,

I realise the beauty of the sun rays,

That guided me in the morn,,,

I stopped in the way to rub my legs;

Resumed fearing it might be long.

Not  sure of the path though;

I just kept moving on..

For destiny beckoned me;

Some where far along the path

I fell and rose again to fight..

The  battle I thought I lost…

I thought the hurdles I met

Judged me unfit for the path;

Now I realise all my fault;

Coz I am stronger now at my heart.

Now with hands stretched in dark.

Stumbling across every rock..

Unworn and strong I walk..

For my cause though late ;

Yet not lost