The River and I

She flows like an honest song,
With the rhythm of life off and on.
Giving relief to millions,
She has not rested for past so many eons.

Her pearly azure blue eyes,
Have helped alike the fool and the wise.
Unfeigned she flows with her dance,
Creating infinite magic and romance.

Seeing her I feel,
My age is a short reel.
With not so much of burden,
No worries, I see her to be coen.

She washes all the malice,
Gulps it down like a cup of lees.
She is so incredibly tolerant,
Putting us humans down to shame's torrent.

The witness of births and deaths,
She is moving on with fresh breaths.
No alas and mournful sighs,
In her the suns set and also rise.

Love of young couples, fights of the old,
On her banks, it's only joy and all sorrows sold.
For she is meaning which we humans miss,
Every moment we should live like an innocent kiss.

Yes, she does brings unknown death knells,
But also in her meanders, can we ring joy's bells.
She is certainly not a mystery so tough to crack,
But a creation of Almighty who smiles, cries and comes back.

You and I

You and I,
Very unlike yet alike,
Waiting to be
We together, forever!

You and I,
Hand in hand,
Strolling on the blues,
With the calmness of togetherness.

You and I,
Front and behind,
Amid the honking gusts,
With my hand on your heart.

You and I,
On the flowery bench,
My locks on your shoulder,
So surreptitious from the worlds.

You and I,
Together yet alone,
Under the murky skies,
Scared of the unknown.

You and I,
On life's eternal sleep,
Where only mournings galore,
With dry eyes and a why.

You and I,
Singing and loving,
With a flute in a hand,
And a stick the next moment.

You and I,
Seeing the same dream,
With wits and courage,
Sailing the same boat.

You and I,
Ahead to the horizon,
Lost in our voyage,
To bind the unbound.

You and I,
On the opposite ends,
Still inseparable,
Like the two magnetic poles.

WIDOW WITH NO WHITE

Your laughter is a worldly facade; your smile is just a fake,
Your support is a mere stage performance just like winning the goodness race.

When you look into my eyes, I see the beauty of saints with no lies,
And there! A voice comes into my drum, shattering joy’s glory to glum.

There I have your touch, to feel the warmth of your affection,
The next second a blinding bolt of fires, to shred my heart into thin threads and burnt wires.

You are playing a game of revenge making my love more lame with every avenge,
I am losing the battle of life, this news hasn’t reached you but it is very rife.

Soon the doom shall ruin my cast, and the dummy of grief will reveal itself at the last,
It will be too late for you to retrace, my happiness on my torn and scary face.

My colors are all maligned, my thoughts too contorted to be untwined,
You are living right by my side- And yes, I am but a WIDOW WITH NO WHITE!

On The Death of Her Mother!

The sound of black silence,
Dethrones the giggles;
The heart shrinks to a point
And the eyes hold mute tears,
Shrieking aloud the story
Innocence is orphaned.

Under the clear sunny clime,
When the world basks in the sun,
She sits lonely on her bench of thoughts,
Struggling, fighting and striving hard;
Beginning a new race of joy with every Tomorrow,
Only to end up at the gates of the lethal Sorrow.

Amid the titters of the day,
She is lost finding her own way.
She wonders the reasons of life,
Why is glum cutting her soul with a vile knife?
Her laughter is deceived as soon as born,
There she returns in her blanket of the unknown dark.

Orphaned! Orphaned! Orphaned!
With no tender mother’s hand on her brow,
No gentle smile and no adoring heart,
She lies on the ground, with her brazen art,
Being attacked by dawn’s raw claws,
The gentle twilight is but a long venomous pause.