Welcome Dawn

A red gold sun rises in the east,
the valley lights up in amber rays.
The carpet of green glows, iridescent.
Flowers dance in joyous abandon
to the brand new song of the birds.

A whole new day dawns; the veil
of darkness lifts and drifts away.
The message of hope and love is
heard on the flute of the wind; its
voice tries to reach an inert world.

A stillness follows as if in silent ovation
to the grand symphony, a glorious tribute
to the breathtaking, peace giving beauty
of nature, to the Hand that painted the
superb scene on the canvas of the universe.

Welcome Dawn


It is my endless dream to live
a life of total independence.
To think, say and do as I like
is just great, but that’s not all.

I know I’m not an island.
I need people, I have my preferences.
Society nurtures my likes and
dislikes making me happy or sad.
Am I really independent?

Ties and bonds cut my freedom.
Prejudice and pride blind my thought.
The day I rise above good and bad
I am irrevocably independent.


Those Little White Flowers

The day was hot, I mean yesterday,
the night was muggy, last night.
It cooled by dawn, the day rose
bright with an orange sun, the way
I love, my path paved with pure
white flowers fluttering in the wind.
My breathing measured, my spirit
refreshed by the little white flowers
shining like earth-born stars in stately
splendor, rest on the thick green bush.

Those little white flowers I pick
to decorate and worship the lord
glowing like gems in the semi dark dawn
lend hope and delight to one more day.
The song of cuckoo from the branches
of an unknown tree in the distant forest
thrills my heart awakening a dormant spring.
Forever I am inspired by the quietude around
the house, painting the color of peaceful life.

Temple bells start ringing, alert me to get
going, growing, changing and evolving
time to learn, to know, to hold, to share.
For, life says the voice, is a gift, a treasure
chest of beauty, kindness, cheer and splendor.

So come along my Love, we will yet
travel the lanes of wonder and charm,
discover vistas of inherent grace and
grandeur in nature and in the world at large.
There’s no room for gloom and fear,
no time to ponder or grieve the past.
Let’s enjoy the sunlight and wind
on our faces, and celebrate the limitless
love for each other and for everyone else.

Those Little White Flowers

Why Me?

I do not ask why me God?
For, I know His ways are just.
If I pause to think why things
happen in a certain way,

I’m sure I get the answers.
He is neither a puzzle nor an enigma
like we humans are, or our ways.
We say something, mean something.

His ways are direct and simple.
We just need to understand,
wait till the fog clears.
There is no better well-wisher than Him.

He is after us till we get His meaning.
How patient He is! How concerned!
So I’d rather ask why not me God?
Lead me to a world without malice,

where love and truth alone rule my life.

Why Me?

Whisper a melody

I am drawn to her melodic whispers
irresistible, endless and enchanting.
With my vision clear and my hearing
distinct, I envisage her eternal dance,
lost forever in her paths of splendor.

The spring in her feet unravels the charms
of flora, her youthful blush fills the world.
With gushing falls and crystalline streams
ringing like silver bells on her elegant anklets,
she soars like a fairy singing of joy and hope.

Her priceless, plentiful, blessed bounty shines
in splendor, in the bright sun of warm summer.
A  lilting tune of maturing love and sweetness
spreads; sunlight conquers darkness and disease,
blesses all with the boon of health and happiness.

In the velvety nights of rain-washed skies
studded with the heavenly gems of eternal
exquisite effervescence, and in the mild light
of cool and contented days, her melody floats
on the soft and silky wings of gentle winds.

She lounges in the autumnal fields, under the
canopy of a colored spectrum that extends
from horizon to horizon strange and ethereal,
like the ambience of a much awaited twilight
at the end of a long, long journey through

the ups and downs of vales, hills and dense forests.
She, my Mother Nature rests silent and subsumed.
She whispers a melody that pervades the fields of snow,
lulls the world to dream about another beginning marked
by the Divine Advent, aspirations for a New Year full of love.

Whisper a melody

I am not perfect



Your rhythm is fine, poetic thought excellent,

Whatever happened to your rhyming talent?

Imagery is out of the world, flow is fluent,

Word order however, wrong message sent.


Trying to get the right focus, real perspective,

I inserted a few figures to be more effective,

Made a few more changes in places respective.

A critic told me it is still dismal, unproductive.


I wielded my pen like a sword this time.

Went on a rampage with words to rhyme,

Missed on the rhythm, verses don’t chime

In the end I pleaded with Muse sublime.


She patted me, looked at me in deep effect,

Said, “It is ridiculous to want to be perfect.

For, if you are perfect you can’t ever reflect,

Or strive to do better, and can never connect.”


Ever since those benign words did affect

I stopped feeling sad because I am not perfect.



I am not perfect

Be like nature

Be Like Nature

Fly like a kite
Rise like a wave
Shine like a ray
Move like light.

Go, go, go;don’t stop
Be cool, be hot
Be delicious
Be endearing.

Make the world
A partner to hold
Give all your good
Let joy be the food.

Build life with a smile
Never give way to vile
Do not lose heart to rile
Nor be taken by false style.

Love all
Be loved as well
Tears and sympathy
Only for the worthy.

The universe is your wherewithal
Share the banquet with one and all
Nature makes life a never-ending carnival
Where fear and fury have no place at all.

Be like nature