Category: Poem

The season of the rains had passed

The forking paths, all lush and green

And somewhere in the undergrowth

A shy little flower bloomed unseen.

My feet walked those verdant trails

Seeking spots my weary self to lean

Uncaring of who or what approached,

The shy little flower bloomed unseen

I gazed in wonder at the lofty trees,

Wound with creepers, thick with mossy screen

But down near the forest floor,

The shy little flower bloomed unseen.

A river warbled its eternal lilt to me

Gurgling aloud over pebbles smooth and clean

Safe in its hidden nook,

The shy little flower bloomed unseen

Bright with butterflies, and brilliant petals

Never did I behold such a woodland scene

Unheeding of its deep oblivion,

A shy little flower bloomed unseen

My soul held fast in a fragrant snare,

I looked closer for its source serene

Long did I forage amongst the herbs to find

A shy little flower blooming unseen.

My heart caught fast in its tendrils redolent

I wanted to proclaim the beauty I had seen

My clarion call cut off by the flower

Which wanted to spread its joy unseen!

Pensively I retraced my steps

From the frailest do we wisdom glean

A wispy woodland flower taught me how

To spread radiance yet remain unseen.

The unseen, unknown power which always leads you on

The guiding force remaining when all else is gone

A thought, an emotion, a belief so deep

An anchoring force propelling the wildest leap

A lamp lighting a way which is darkly unknown

The nurturing rain to ensure the seed has grown

A trust which forms the very breath of life

A bond unbroken, deflecting every stroke of the knife

The splint which holds together and rejoins broken bone

A protecting shield which averts the malicious stone

The heart beating on refusing to give up hope

Defying all toil, the ability to cope

The small whispering voice saying deliverance is near

The courage which drives away every vestige of fear

Great deeds which can cleave mighty mountains into two

Dreams soaring doggedly into the unknown blue

The uplifting hand which makes the mundane great

Bringing divinity to the human is the spark called faith!

A tenuous bridge of silken thread

Connecting the dark with the light

Silence thus casts its invisible web

Mingling weakness with quiet might!

Many a time you find the world

Drowning in its cacophony of noise

It is then that silence speaks to you

Its tranquility a divine voice.

Sound pulsates in our hearts they say,

The very center of each life

Silence is the language of the soul

Battling its way through strife

Silence comes in many forms’

Forgiving- warm or brittle-cold

At times, empty like space devoid

Sometimes filled with tales untold.

A symphony which the deaf can hear

The choir in which the mute take part

Silence is the sound discerned

With closed ears, but an open heart!

As twilight sets in and dusk begins to deepen,

The mind wanders homewards

Looking for memories which happened.

Some live close to surface, others buried deep

Some merry peals of laughter

Some to make you weep.

Some skimming the mind with tiny pricks of regret

Others anchored inside

Lest you should forget.

Some shimmer like dew drops in the cobwebs of yesterday

Others like gaping holes

Where happiness was torn away

They will trap you with their siren song

Don’t dwell on them, they say

Wander too far in their marshes and you will lose your way

Look ahead, move on, keep the past in the past

Only carry the good with you

For life’s landscape is vast.

Good memories strengthen belief in the joy that life offers

They are treasures that yesterday left

To fill tomorrow’s coffers!

When the nights lengthen and the winter comes

When sunshine is an endless wait

It is time to look at the humble lamps

Which give us cause to celebrate.

Each a sun by itself in its own little way

Brightening its own corner of the world

Lending light to guide those lost, astray

Dreams of joy in its glow aswirl.

Undaunted by the size of its diminutive flame

So puny against the raging flare of the sun

The lamp only knows to shine and light

Seeking no validation from any one!

They are not so different, the sun and the lamp

Their size and power a chance of fate

Each living to dispel the surrounding darkness

And to give us a cause to celebrate.

At peace with themselves, both seek no glory

Each happy with its unique trait

Each playing its role in the scheme of things

Each its own light to celebrate!