Homecoming

Come home, my child, come home to me,

I'll take take you in my arms;

Come home, my child, stray no more,

I'll  fill you with my warmth.

Many a day we've lost in  play

Many a day we've cried,

Come home to rest, come home to my breast

From where you were pried.

The winter chill has bid goodbye

It's time for flowers to bloom,

Silent gardens await Spring's feet

Why then do we stay alone?

Like a humming bee, like a homing bird

Come home, my love, come home,

Unending days of togetherness

Will bless our every morn.

Just Because We Love

Just because I love you
Don't make me live your dreams,
Don't pour me into vessels 
Let me flow like streams.
My heart to you I've opened,
Step in to take your place,
Plunder not its treasures
To fill your empty space.
We walk on varied pathways
Yet stay conjoined as one
We have our varied rainbows
Life's not 'bout right and wrong.

Just because you love me
Don't trample on my feet,
Unfettered leave horizons
Don't ask me to retreat.
In your heart I'll linger
As dew drop on a bloom,
Burn not with heat of measures
To put me in a gloom.
We walk on varied pathways
Yet stay conjoined as one,
Each nurturing the other
Else we are undone.

The Fierce and The Evil

Lions kill in hunger:
Cruel in hunt, spare not
their timid preys:
Ruthless, ferocious
They rule- fitting Kings
that prowl majestic
in kingdoms, brutal.

In urban jungles lurk Evil minds
that maim or kill
in sport, speaking
Language of dominance
They demean, pouncing
on the unarmed to degrade:
Victorious, they discard
broken spirits lying prone.

Silence

You and I sit face to face- in silence

between us an empty space:

Unsaid words, un uttered cries

emanate to drown, to die,

And in rage dismantled hearts

beat in discord. Songs of

long past springs no more

beguile senses,we  grow

worn and stale.

That young Love

now a dead albatross

that hangs on withered necks

mute reminder of rosy days.

Back from Nowhere

For a while I lost my way,

Like a child who's gone astray;

For a day I lived my dreams

Like a boat that flits upstream;

In a trice  broke my cage

With a smile bore world's rage.

For in my night a sun did rise,

From my breast my heart pried,

Alas! A wind of furry blew,

My hopes to ground it threw-

My sun in that mist grew pale,

Weeds wild ran across that dale,

Once more down I sank,

A cup of tears I drank.

Aha! In my garden came

A shower of dripping rain,

My blessings it taught to count,

Undaunted my hills surmount

No more in dream, nor in trance,

To own tune I now dance.

Brave Heart

My dreams die;
I do not follow them:
Not like a coward I run,
A soldier I stand, tall
Amidst death and  ruin.
Look not up on me
With sympathy-filled eyes;
I ask not for your smiles
Nor your tears I fear,
Think not that I shall fall-
For I'm a Sphinx
That from ashes rises
To live anew.
Not a demon am I,
Yet , like Raktabeeja
I spring forth
A hundred fold stronger
Every time you slay me.
And I shall live
Life after life
Ignoring all pain
Slaying challenges
Invincible warrior
I brandish my sword at life.

Pall of Gloom

Not in a grave entombed,

Yet buried deep in a pall of gloom;

A life without moorings

Second by second descending

Into  a yawning  hole

That sucks out light:

A facade of joy remains

To grimace at the world,

Like a painted face

Peeping through chinks;

Heartache no longer felt

But absorbed in blood streams-

Screaming in veins.

Silent reminder of life lived in vain.