Happy Father’s Day

Happy Father's Day

Happy Father’s Day!

For a little lassie,

Daddy means many things.

For,

he is the mountain that holds her;

the sun that keeps her warm;

the moon that watches over her while she sleeps;

the wind that helps her fly;

the tree that keeps her grounded;

the North Star that shows her the way, when all is not well;

the music that assures her , it will be alright;

the wave that comes crashing her enemies.

Be it in the depths of sorrow or the height of happiness

he is sure to be there!

The Fiery Fall

The Fiery Falls

The Fiery Fall

Flow, flow, I say!

Let the water rush!

Let it gush!

Rage away!

Trash the harsh stones.

Shape them like they are your own.

Surge though the crevasses.

Nudge the passes.

Purge the furrow.

Run like there is no tomorrow.

Today is your day.

Leave the fears at bay.

Leap over the horizon.

Like a soul reborn.

The Water Maiden

The Water Maiden

The Water Maiden

Somewhere,

In the depth of the night,

When the stars were at sight,

When the moon shone bright,

And fought with darkness with all her might!

When the ocean was no more a fright,

When the waves caressed the shore,

ready to be his bride.

When nature sang her lullaby,

There arose a maiden,

slow & steady yet elegantly.

Her garb was like white fire,

flickering gently in tune with the breeze.

Her hair shone like a thousand suns.

She gild over the ocean graciously,

twisting and turning effortlessly,

to nature’s melody,

forming bright lit waves exquisitely.

All stood still in awe of her beauty

A true vision she was, in all clarity

She is unseen by many

Granting audience is a rarity

But she is a part of nature you see

Connect with nature

And she’ll make you privy

Let The Day Begin

Let The Day Begin

Let The Day Begin

“Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Collected Poems and Translations

Floral Dream

Floral Dream

Floral Dream

Often in our dreams,

infinite darkness may be seen.

But there comes a beam,

a light so powerful that you may scream!

It trickles down in streams,

of colours, so many,

worth every penny.

They Swirl, twirl, unfurl,

Uncorking distant memories.

Shadows of our past, it seems,

play peek-a-boo in our dreams.

Unnerving the realms,

that we build and conceal.

The wounds lay bare,

with nothing to prepare,

for the HIS all-knowing stare.

Hard it is to stay clam,

to find a healing balm,

When hidden memories swarm,

and claw you back into their arm.

It would do no good to hide.

All you must do is ride

into the eye of the storm

and face the demons of the past.

There, in the centre of the tempest cast,

will you see THE ONE.

The source of our existence.

The beginning and end of all.

That moment of calm & bliss

Will ferry you to your Floral Dream.

The Nature Fairy

The Nature Fairy

The Nature Fairy

One lovely morning

The sun was gleaming in the sky

The trees lit up with joy

The shadows played ‘I Spy’

I saw the flowers sway

To the gentle breeze

The bees flew in threes

From flower to flower in such ease!

Oh what sight it was

to see nature work without a pause.

There was so much beauty

So much grace

My spirits just had to prance

And then I heard a mystic sound

Was it a flute, a chime, a bell?

It was hard to tell

Then came a flash,

that a thousand lights wouldn’t rehash!

There appeared a silhouette

that shimmered.

There she was,

so enthralling, so enchanting!

With a smile that could melt the sun.

Oh! That look, she got me hooked!

With every step she took,

she breathed life in every nook

and left not a single brook

lay lifeless, in despair.

Then she stopped

And stared into the distance.

There she stood

under the arching trees.

She was ready to depart.

I yearned for the magic to last,

the magic, on me, she cast.

Then for a fleeting moment,

she saw me,

As if to say, ‘I’m here, I’m everywhere’

Symphony Of Colours

Symphony Of Colours

Symphony Of Colours

Artist that I am,

I just had to wave my brush,

To let the vision rush

And let my hands prance,

to the tune of nature.

Enchanted, I frolicked with colours.

I filled my pallet with lively hues,

Yellow, pink, green, orange

and so many more,

ensuing her cues.

Prance did the colours,

with every stroke that touched the canvas

They merged, surged & purged,

moved in and out of shadows and lights,

to weave a rainbow of joy.

Here in lies the reflection of my mind

My thoughts, my dream, my vision,

the depths of my heart,

that hums the symphony of colours

The Divine Conneciton

The Divine Connection

The Divine Connection

Listen ye intently,

Listen and you shall understand ME.

I am the cycle of life.

I am the elements of nature.

I am the morning & evening star.

I am the word spoken.

I am the sound you heard.

I am the life in every being.

I am the wisdom that you gain.

I am the glory that you achieve.

I am the strength when you need it.

I am the desire, if pure.

I am the child in you.

I am the universe.

I am that pillar on which the universe thrives.

I am the womb.

I am the eternal seed.

Every birth, every end, takes place within ME.

I preserve the balance of life.

I am the beginning.

I am the end.

I am the infinity.

I am the sanctuary you seek.

I am your one true friend.

I am in you.

You are in me.

His Eye

His Eye

His Eye

In our most bleakest moments, we often question the existence of God.

But He sees all, He knows all,

The past

The Present

The Future

We will get our due when He thinks we are ready.