Change

some beautiful colours
bringing sanity to sight
embracing joy, immense delight
darkness evaporates, infinite light
gloom’s flight, was worth that wait

Liberty

Life need not to be a prison,
a jail for the dear heart
Wake up, make up and take up
Moments which will be lost
Loving again is easy, forgiving is not
They live happily, why should you rot
Nothing deep, nothing profound
Just a simple, shallow
Thought

Sound of heaven

A fairy sung a song
beauty of those words
rivers start to flow
flowers start to grow
universe slowed
Just to hear that melody

Henna

A rose petal melted
And put on your palm
colour was crisp red
Destiny written in blood

Gift

been given the ultimate gift
soul elating heart lift
end senseless drift

silk soft hand
kissing grass, feeling sand
beauty and charm heaven send

accept these with open arms
beautiful bouquet of charms
cold heart warms

renewed life begins
new day, dawn commence
soul filled with joy immense

Insignficance of being an AB

A Bit of poetry
CaDet of science
Earl of conversations
FlaG of reliance
HI-fiving humanity
JacK of any juggling
LooMing uncertain life
NOn stop giggling
PiQued by ignorance
RuSty in singing
TrUe to his friends
VieWs worth pinging
eXcessivelY Zinging
an AB of everything

Generous till death

today is the day
when every petal
will rise to the occasion
we hear them say
world is unforgiving
here we come
our life is few days
beat the drum
our mission is only giving
Ho hum
we will raise you near
without fear, to beloved,
her fully blossomed smile
Lips touching us a while
eyes kissing for a mile
when we travel in the front basket
of her bike on a summer day
nirvana attaining sun rays,
then we bleed, die in peace
nothing immediate
slowly, gradually
as death comes to an old man
in his last few days
breeze commences, to say good bye
giving beautiful tidings,
tomorrow is the day, when we die

Hospitality

We met at the train station, it was so good to see her after such a long time. Her beautiful eyes had hints of longing, slight irritation, stories of years passed between us and some satisfaction to see me in good health. She asked her errand boy to give three beautiful marigold flowers to me one by one, he said to me each time in Urdu ‘yay-lo bhaijan’ which meant ‘take this brother’. We instantly laughed hearing that, knowing at least two other ways to interpret ‘yay-lo’. I was home and life was beautiful. My mother gave me a hug and jail time seemed like a distant past.

Grumpy

Six grumpy-old men
unhappy and sad
sour and cold
soup they had
criticised, traumatised
a poor young lad
never will work again
in old people shed

Hot pink

how hot a colour could get
putting shades
everything else fades
making me forget
that there are other colours
out there, somewhere
who cares,
I am in trance
in with a chance
to a budding romance