The Family

Over the hills and far away,
By a brook a thatched hut,
A very few knew, There did stay,
A small content family,
They were four, but,
Clung as one, Each other's company,
Swimming in their fish-bowl,
Never there were whiter souls,
They'd live and die for each other,
Would kill to shield another,
Such fierce affection never was known,
Still by a brook they lived,
They reaped only what they sown,
And sang as they reaped,
Gleeful and gay as they talked,
Merry was the word for them!

To ward off the evil eye,
The lady she'd put aside,
A little prayer for the one,
With whose grace, She had borne a son,
The little boy, The apple of their eyes,
Loved by everyone just the same,
Got presents bigger than his size,
When his father went out for game,
The head, The sturdy man,
With a heart bigger than himself,
Showered love, But dealt with a firm hand,
Holding them closer than himself,
Then the lovely bud of a girl,
Would've blossomed into the prettiest flower,
If not the spite of the world,
Had shown its impeccable power!

The little one wandered on his own,
A very fine glad day,
With all the thickets overgrown,
He soon lost his way,
Still adventurous, Appropriate to his age,
Farther and farther he went,
Till he met a cur in rage,
Looked him from where the road bent,
He ran as fast as his little legs,
Could carry him around,
On his heel the foaming beast,
But the path to the hut was found,
Then the dog got him square,
Around his tiny ankle,
Then though the cur was scared,
The damage was done!

The family wept bitter tears,
Only death could help the little boy,
But his death none could bear,
But were left with no choice,
None made as much as a noise,
As the rustling leaves in a breeze,
In a moment it was all decided,
All their lives would they seize,
His favourite porridge was made,
Furtive good-byes they bade,
And then the man, Mixed the venom,
It sweetened their last supper,
They dined amidst all merry,
Even at death they would cling as one,
And now aboard their last ferry,
Their last journey they undertake.........

Fall from Grace.......

Reminiscent of past glory, Her eyes twinkle,
Pores into the remnant ruins, The faded periwinkle,
Gouges out those lovely eyes, The glorious past,
Too bad like the wind, It flew away too fast!

All the bling that clung, She had sashayed,
Like poisoned spears they pierce now, The words she said,
With unbelievable spite was spurned, Advances of affection,
Warded off were true loves, With immaculate precision!

Cloudy and misty her eyes, The Sun sets,
On what she was, And never would be,
No flicker of hope, No light, Her dilapidated heart,
Weeps to its content, In this cold breeze.

Realisation dawned, It had taken too long,
She waited so much, For prudence to hop along,
Content that her conviction, and a bit of hope,
Remains, Still strong, At this end of the rope!

Sentimental and philosophical, As she narrates,
The story of her life, She says,
'This is the truth, Oh, human race!
No doubt there'll be, A fall from Grace.'.

Open Your Eyes

Lying in front of me, Yet so far,
From each other we are,
Still the souvenirs of good times,
Flashes across my weary mind,
I touch your face with a shaky finger,
And say, ' Open you eyes and talk to me'.

Fuss over minuscule tiffs we made,
And meaningless goodbyes we bade,
Over a cup we'd forget it all,
Brings me to tears, This cold breeze,
Won't you catch me, If I'm to fall,
Won't you open your eyes and talk to me.

Soothsayers, There are too many,
But this a pain, Too hard to console,
On a trail of tears, I wait for an epiphany,
On a thorny bed I lie and roll,
Through the tears I manage to mumble,
Won't you open your eyes and talk to me.........

The Fair Waif

Cries of hunger from the fair waif,
Twisting of arms and legs about,
No one around, None to tuck him safe,
None to laugh, None to smile for that million-dollar pout.....

For a very special friend.....

Among the riper fruits on the branches of my life,
A nightingale with the sweetest melody,
Amidst storms the stalk did thrive,
The song still pleases, amid all this cacophony.

With sky the limit, We flew long,
Stunted wings spread to the furthest,
Closer than ever, Not exceeding a furlong,
Till the aura reached its brightest.

With the wheel of time burns it all,
From the axle to the spindle,
Arise we might never after the fall,,
But assured am I my love won't dwindle.

Remorse and relief all at once,
God forbid all my love be spurned,
Run I may like the zephyr runs,
I sigh in relief, The lesson was learnt.

Staying not a second longer,
From the instant we take us for granted,
Cherish even the times yonder,
Remember the journey, Not just where we landed......

Mother Lament

Tearing a raw piece of her flesh apart,
He carries on, A song on his lips, Hope in his heart,
Into the flame, A million plans to foil,
Voluntarily! That surprises me, For the discrimination of soil!

It was said to be, A gem of an occupation,
Of a few among the elite population,
The blood they'd spill would be over pages,
To be immortalised like the great sages!

Among the bravest, He fought with all his might,
For contumacious reasons, Supposedly his birthrights,
His comrades gone high above in wisps of smoke,
Like a single bullet scatters the humongous flock!

Her wait for Him like Atlas' wait for the end,
No glimmer of hope, No light at the bend,
The glorious burden, A tad more her nerves could bear,
Her fingernails dig deep into her flesh, She's overcome with fear!

The true son of soil, Marches till he breaks,
Her hapless cries resound over stoic lakes,
Futile furtive glances at the hand of God,
She is dismissed without as much as a nod!

To them, He just another unfortunate fool,
He gave up everything as their expensive wager's tool,
To her, he, a part of her soul,
She silently weeps away the death of her foal.........