Differently-coloured

What brings us together is different dolours,
As we fill the room with different colours;
We, sitting here in different postures,
Make varied posits and departures;
You, so green with envy now,
And you, so white with peace endowed,
Some so blue they look like water,
Some so red and flaming like torture,
Some seemingly in the pink of health,
All of us built in different browns with stealth,
Some so forlorn that the greys may hit us,
And black clouds May come and totally drench us;
Each looking for a strip of white cloud
That the rays may hit us and us shroud;
Differently-made like the Apple, the peach and damson,
Our leaves differently-shimmering like the fir, the peepal and ferns,
The self- same heat of the glorious Sun
Bathes us, through the self-same earth our  differently-tapered roots do run;
We each take different postures and turns
As we seek for a Ray of hope and burn,
And burn, burn, burn through life, inspiration abounding,
Standing still as trees of lively nurturing,
We, all differently-hued like the rainbow,
May we seize each day just so.

My friend

My friend, we seem so different,
But we are the same,
Me from a seemingly higher station,
And you so maimed;
From you I must learn the treasures of the heart,
What do I have to offer? There isn't even a start.
"When the heart has won, you ve won it all,"
You told me then, causing my rudder to stall
And steer my boat on waterways higher,
And embrace life even when it seems dire.
On this day of brotherly love
I have no gift,
But a smile, and a Hi,
As through life we drift,
The waves and troughs holding our friendship in stead,
Let's end all bygones and look ahead,
As I take another jewel from your heart,
And adorn my poesies aimed like dart.

For my brother

On this day brother,
I beseech you
To give up warning ways
That seethe you;
May you grow from strength to strength
Our bond of eternal friendship
Smoothly crossing every bend;
May you rock on the sea of life
Ever gently, sailing every strife,
And scale mountaintops
To see suns of gold,
May you hold success in your palms
As your path unfolds;
And more than that what would a sister May
That you are safe and sound
And each day return to the bed you made;
May you know blitheful sleep all through the journey
And soar as an eagle, regal and brotherly.

For the children

The title is cast and a princess I become,
The raging multitudes bask in the harsh, glorious Sun.
I'm typically pickled by the here and now of now,
Sometimes wafting into memory of things in the past.
The little children hidden, smile their blithe lips curved,
And the heart that is becoming is now brimming with love.
So much to wish the morrow.
So much for the horse's gallop,
So much to bear this injury,
As the mare does me wallop.
So much for grazing grass,
So much for wild fantasia,
The guru summons allegiance,
The chella just sits vella.

Hugging and kissing and loving

It was just three months of
Hugging and kissing and loving,
Seems like an era has passed,
There were no obligations for the giving,
But you bolted out real fast.
An end of an era. an end of a saga,
The Monsoon rains can't drown my sorrow;
So much for the hugging and kissing and loving,
may you find true heart in all you do.

The Things That matter — Edith Nesbit

NOW that I've nearly done my days,
And grown too stiff to sweep or sew,
I sit and think, till I'm amaze,
About what lots of things I know:
Things as I've found out one by one--
And when I'm fast down in the clay,
My knowing things and how they're done
Will all be lost and thrown away.

There's things, I know, as won't be lost,
Things as folks write and talk about:
The way to keep your roots from frost,
And how to get your ink spots out.
What medicine's good for sores and sprains,
What way to salt your butter down,
What charms will cure your different pains,
And what will bright your faded gown.

But more important things than these,
They can't be written in a book:
How fast to boil your greens and peas,
And how good bacon ought to look;
The feel of real good wearing stuff,
The kind of apple as will keep,
The look of bread that's rose enough,
And how to get a child asleep.

Whether the jam is fit to pot,
Whether the milk is going to turn,
Whether a hen will lay or not,
Is things as some folks never learn.
I know the weather by the sky,
I know what herbs grow in what lane;
And if sick men are going to die,
Or if they'll get about again.

Young wives come in, a-smiling, grave,
With secrets that they itch to tell:
I know what sort of times they'll have,
And if they'll have a boy or gell.
And if a lad is ill to bind,
Or some young maid is hard to lead,
I know when you should speak 'em kind,
And when it's scolding as they need.

I used to know where birds ud set,
And likely spots for trout or hare,
And God may want me to forget
The way to set a line or snare;
But not the way to truss a chick,
To fry a fish, or baste a roast,
Nor how to tell, when folks are sick,
What kind of herb will ease them most!

Forgetting seems such silly waste!
I know so many little things,
And now the Angels will make haste
To dust it all away with wings!
O God, you made me like to know,
You kept the things straight in my head,
Please God, if you can make it so,
Let me know something when I'm dead.  —Edith Nesbit

Never shedding a tear

Wow! You've challenged me again,
With your frog eyes and frog head,
You think I should fall dead?
But the blood in me is racing with life
I am no more daughter, no more wife,
but a woman in whom goodness abounds,
In who no more pettiness shrouds,
The willful intentions of saving all child,
And never shedding a tear over your frog eyes.

The decree

A hundred bells toll for me,
And more than that toll for thee,
But sometimes I really do feel,
That they ring and sing just for me.
I have arrived at this crossroads now
Where more than a vision loud
And screaming, teeming with all those lies
Lay bare the truth that can no more hide.
With fortitude and my head held high,
I cross many shores to deny,
That your intention is true, but your volition not,
What else can I do without
A single morsel, but my heart so proud,
My goodwill will never die,
And I'm sure you can see the sky,
Beneath which all the leaves do shimmer
In sunlight's gaze they wither and glimmer.
The mountains snow-peaked touch the clouds,
My mind right there with no more doubt,
That all is good and all will be
If only you could see the decree.

Oh little girl!

Oh little girl! What challenges face you?
Why are your eyes glazed with sorrow?
Where is your blithe smile,
May I see it in the morrow?
You upset me. What challenges face you
In your little hut? Have they hurt you?
My blood is curdled, hot
Thinking what not
You must've faced
In your little hut.

Victory

So much for beatifying,
Glorifying, sullying
Not one drop, Fortifying;
To live in solitude,
Gratitude, with attitude;
So much, so now,
No matter what the turn,
I am not ashamed,
Now, nearer to fame,
Glory, Of the heart,
Where reason does start,
Never will I lose
This battle again.

Lover-friend

What is love, you asked me then;
I'll tell you now you are my eternal friend,
A million, gazillion, are beckoning me,
But you I seek, I'm glad I met thee.
Your so-called scolding I really love,
When I insult you, I am hurt.
I think of you,
I know you are safe,
But call me now,
My lover-friend.

My speech

My speech is like a sword,
But my love for you is gentle,
But the time has come,
When I must soften my stance,
I love my little ones,
And you throw fire,
Out of your sweetest golden heart,
My sword will bend,
Because it's not meant to kill,
It's bent nook is to draw you still
Closer, Closer, Closer now.
I love you darling,
And you don't know How.
My piece of liver, kidney, and some sorrow,
Is playing games, but, you know, tomorrow
The first thought that creeps,
The first song I sing,
Is for you, then he, my brother,
Until, you know what life is all about,
I love you Sire, and you don't know How.

From a girl to her lives

My lovely fraternity, I'm bound to you,
My sir has called and both of thy songs
Are locked in my heart for eternity;
And I will create a life for both
And more, For every child,
My tutors and my benign minds,
My lovely little fraternity,
Accept my sorority,
My rightful, darling dear is here,
But you and he seem in trouble somewhere,
Come close to me, call out to me,
My fraternity, my matrimony.
And I'll arrive, I'm always here,
Scaling mountains high
Not a caged bird; Flying high,
Reaching out to the sky,
I love all, but two now dearer,
Fly higher, run faster, be stronger,
My fraternity, my matrimony,
My very blood and bones,
My very life,
My strife is over.
So beware,
Every step in joyful glee must be spake,
lovely darlings,
My very soul,
I love you dear,
Muwaaah! behold!