Night

The Sun first espied her- the night-
who in eve’s form arrived,
her dark-eyed stare upon the light,
she hurried, hurried eagerly nigh!

So bashful, the Sun, 

writ a welcome in the sky,
in crimson and red and sought to hide;
their meet, though brief, the magic complete,
the spell cast – a poet’s delight!

And as the eve hurried fervently by,
the blushing Sun, into the horizon, dived;
in ripples of orange, into the sea,
leaving in mourning, the marooned night!

Dreams for a morrow hopeful she weaves,
secrets in her tresses wide she keeps,
the sparkling stars, her unshed tears,
her moony lantern, she hangs on high!

Her aura portends a secret sorrow,
hovers brooding until tomorrow;
feeble at dawn, tears forcibly flow,
dew drops, dew drops upon Nature’s floor!

Laughter

 

Laughter

 that untainted and carefree air

  that only little children wear.

Joy and happiness it signifies

forgotten on the journey to adulthood;

when re discovered, but a poor imitation,

tinged with worries and a hint of sorrow

struggling to free itself of Self,

  confirming laughter an exclusive gift

  conferred by God on kids.

Creation

The Lord made Man
    out of His own dreams,
created a profusion here
         a dearth there,
by design it would yet seem.

The Lord controls 
    Man's destiny 
tightly in His seams,
   revealed only to those 
who toil, Him to seek!

Stranger Through Time

Stranger Through Time, a poem

Time departed
and others followed
but I stopped

to drink deep of the spring,
to feel close to my heart
the warmth of the sheep;
to embrace the hill and the vale
and to play the games that little children play!

So when time did catch me
I found-
the others, strangers,
they did not my interests share,
their source of passion too differed,
their heights of passion I could not attain
A stranger I was, a stranger I remain!

LIFE- IV

Life is but a train of spirits
that march in their bodily hold,
from spirited childhood to wise age old;
life after life, birth after birth,
a continuous train
on the spiritual terrain!

Death is that vital foe,
so essential for the spiritual go
and rest awhile from this sensual world;
to be born yet again and again, life after life
ascend the spiritual plane,
till that light of heaven is attained!

Short Poems

Two Poems


Life

Life,

an illusion
broken,
harsh and apart
---

Brain

Reality

warped,

A tricky treat.

LIFE - III

Yes, there’s time now
and freedom more
to live my life 
as I would will.

A distant dream-
I often  felt,
when censure was my 
constant company.

But Age shifted the spotlight
and altered my point of view,
lifted the veil of ego
that blurred my purview.

The gleam of wisdom proffered
a greater glamour for sure;
the youthful pursuits now
of not much consequence;

a dispensable luxury
when in time measured;
for of more interest now 
seems Reality, Truth.


Pushpalata 

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