This poem is a monologue of the lotus flower..a flower that blooms through mud. When you look at the lotus through a poetic angle, it seems so closely related to human life..so read on! You may bury me under the dirt,You may cover me up with mud,You may not give me enough to growAnd yet, I will bloomIt is difficult, no doubt,To rise from the … Continue reading Lotus
It stood shining in the early summer sun,Tall and mighty and yet so beautifulThat tree with all its leaves sprawled,Was simply a sight to behold..Its old trunk bore no sign of its age,It looked as if it had a got a new life,With a pleasant smile, it embraced the warmth..Winter came with a chilly eye,Cold sank down everywhere you could spy,But that tree- it did … Continue reading The Evergreen Diadem
Today evening as I sat in my window,Watching the empty streets,listening to the sound of silence;I suddenly heard a merry voice-“Hey there! Feeling caged?”Startled, I turned to the voice and saw a parrot,calling happily.I sighed happily, “ Yes perhaps, it has changed a lot.My fantasies have met dead ends,my dreams of enjoyment have shattered,and here I am, trapped in my own cage.”The parrot smiled- it … Continue reading Caged
As I sat home..the other dayIt just struck me that it was just humans who were locked up..Nature remained as it was..evergreen as alwaysThe flowers still bloomed..vibrant and tender..They still danced with the sun..They still sang with the wind..The wild was still bustling with life..Carefree and unhamperedThe leaves still blossomed unaware of the troubles of the human world..The trees continued to sway with the breeze..They … Continue reading The Evergreen
Family There are some things which words fail to express..Family is one of them.A family is a birthplace of selfless love.It is the abode of trust and care..A family is the emotional birthplace of every individual.Being a rich brocade fabric it is interwoven with something more than mere gold..It is your first and most priceless possession..something that is always yours..Something that is there for you … Continue reading #Poetry
There once was a puzzle..A puzzle like none beforeYou could not start solving it neither could you complete it..There were thousands and thousands of pieces..Each one of a different shape..No two pieces resembled each other,And yet they fitted in well..Even if one piece was missing, the puzzle was incomplete..So each piece mattered..however small it was..Aren’t humans like a single piece?Each one is unique..each one differentAnd … Continue reading Our place in the puzzle..
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings, it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.. -William Wordsworth Hope..the fuel that propels each soul.. Heaven- A place that can be found if you know where to look.. The light that can never fade.. That dark cloud This is a metaphorical poem which compares problems faced by us to a dark stormy cloud.. A problem … Continue reading Poems