savour

when on land
we pave our path 
and clear out what lies our way,
the ice cutter we use
to cut away the beautifully covered path;


see we not it's tears
for we may be moved,
time is too short
to softly move it away;
.............................

when the storm is yet to hit

.......today I'll share a unique experience
read it well to get it; if I delay i.e. not in such odd hours they might lose their life;


Ariana had just another reason
to offend herself
 had she once again found the undaunted courage?
that which you'll probably associate with a male,
and that in a girl you should fear!
that which shall bring tears to most
and shudders down the rest in the race;


so humble and sweet were her eyes
that spoke a million truth
a criminal would say it never lied
yet there were those inexplicable mysterious moments! 
when she'd lose herself to nothing
and run errands which she knows she'll fail;                




I do not believe in the unattainable
she said to herself
 when once she remembers 
some corny words down her drums-'low confidence',
timid she was always
yet she saw no end with her blue eyes so open
dreams she could see
and this one she couldn't explain;


yet she decided to run this failed mission...

the undaunted she

I have nothing to lose says she
I'm true to myself and shall preserve it to thee
with daunting spirit she smoothly ran ...
......ran her fleecy white gown over the wilderness
and seem it as if it were so easy
in her heart she knew what lay
when the piercing stones cut through her feet
such gory scene
might cause you to flee or stimulate your adrenalin 
yet she kept her plastic smile 
and when soil did nourish them moist
she thought it was the only cure,
barely strangling her reasons off
least she finds her sole unsure!  
when further she slept through nights without a fire
where the wild was in every way 
weathering her down beyond desire
she chose the night 
to lend her a dark blanket to cover
and when the errand was Alas over
she emerged as the winner!


A winner of spirit who had lost almost everything
but found joy in what I say solitude,
In spite of  the deep wounds that it left
it had left bruises that will perish her existence
and they will remind her of her chivalry!
In the end she found a friend-so true
that heaved her bosom heavy
yet left her life more settled,
She could return to the forest again
to pour her heaviness in the stream........


so piercing was the pain
like hammering nail on icicle, 
in front of your very own eyes
a cenotaph is made
where the lame ice has offered it's stay
after it's shattered
but this mettle was different
it shall withstand the storm,
see the morning again
and keep this memory an experience to be treasured! 

desert maid

rising from the desert storm,
a desert maid I am;
lying in the arms of the sand
low below the dusky sky;

in my hand I take some sand
out they slip one by one;
counting I need to learn again
for I cannot number them out;


sweet like dessert
yet I have no choice;
rose I from the desert
and here I return......
.....a change to open my eyes and see my creator
but never be a part of it;
lost i'm here
will someone realise i'm not to be found?
but remain sweet memory
like your dessert in dinner!


with hands so hot
and winds so harsh;
skin so dark
and water so scarce;


I am a granule among these dunes
a rose in the desert
that thrives on air 
and rises from nowhere;


here we live with our
distant relatives;
the sun , moon and earth;


I rise from dust 
and shall vanish here;
but remains my mark
.......which slowly the winds shall change;


remains so strong 
that winds be lame;
on hitting it
it shall turn to breeze;


such are the mortals here for
a change that will live on..............
rest will return with the wind

rising from the desert storm,
a desert maid I am;
lying in the arms of the sand
low below the dusky sky........