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

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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.

Purity

Love flowers
for their colours
sweet smell
smiling sacrifice
generous heart
how they part
with their love
when bees want
their blood
how they make
sapiens smile
feel content
healing
emotional dents
with their scent
they lend and lend
till their last petal

Hug

Cool dude, cool dude
Give me a big hug
Slow and patient like a slug
Comfort, kindness are not rushed
Love for one another is not hushed
I would gladly, but
you should have brushed
and quit smoking pot dude
as you become, touchy feely extra smelly
Hourly, daily, acting silly

Divine Beauty

The reason
colour exists
water flows
birds sing
grass grows
spring comes
flowers blossom
sun rises
moon shines
mere stare of a lass
absolute divine

Beautiful day

Blue skies remind me of your eyes
those sparkling gems of happiness
my soul outrightly lies
Whispering all this will last forever
I smile, at least for a while,
Ignoring the rest, that moment alone
lasts longer than years on its own

Henna

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