Im sorry

I know that i bawled
But if only for you
For whom may i have expended
These mortal sinews;
Think about it some day
Even though i was unbecoming
What would you say
If i was so stricken
By all your lovely odour
Your smile so bright and white,
Im sorry for the outrage
And i feel caged,
I had the gall,
You saw me fall,
Im no more tall,
But dazed.

Unlikely path

The goal is not far
But i do not see the path
With brambles strewn
It must be dark?
Is this the road that leads
On to my destiny?
It could not be
Such a grime-ridden dusty artery
That no moonbeam
Or sunlight can illumine,
But all other lit paths
Don't bear the sign.
So head i do
On this fortuitous path
With no trees, or water
And oh so dark.
But as i reach the very end
I see paradise at the very bend--
I've reached my goal now alas!
Now the next milestone to be crossed.

Chirping cacophony

This chirping cacophony
In my head
I fail to gauge
And instead
Undermine its melody,
This chirping cacophony
On a rainy day
With splashy contours
In words well said,
This cacophonous melody
Is gathering momentum
Today.

Date

If i could share what i cannot,
I'd still make a day of it without doubt,
Walking in circles and circles, round about
I wish us heavenly love and celestial songs.
Things sentient and insentient at our call
I wish to take you out to the ball,
And there serenade you with amorous clingings
And shout it out for a new beginning.

Not an inane sun

The sun that shines overhead,
I look and hold in my stead;
A looming ball of fire and ice,
Touches elephants and even the mice;
Its rays hold the glory of an afternoon,
Its love for earth is ten times the moon's;
The sun calls me onward as i sit and dream
A lovely tale of conquering it and being queen;
I admire it from afar,
Does the sun know,
That i exist, a lass
Who calls out its glorious name,
Dear sun you are forever the same;
Come cloud, come rain,
Come the mundane,
Nothing the sun bestows
Can be inane.

In His arms

Is my life as vast as this sea
Or a mere speck in the ocean of life,
Plundered hell i rise evermore
On this quest to not succumb and rise.

Am i merely a puppet in His hands,
A mere drop in such quantities of sand,
Or do I have a meaning to soar,
And take on life by the lion's roar.

Am i to beqeauth every hope and desire,
And these dreams that i have so much sired?
Or am i to seize opportunity as it beckons,
And calls me to see all that me strengthens?

For love does last even by this sea,
But what is it that i do not see?
What is it that catches me so off tuned
To the causes i must make to my fortune?

I love with no reason, a benign child am i,
So unforgivable have i become in His eyes?
So distraught but i choose to claim,
My destiny calling out his name.

Destiny

Im sitting here inward bitten
Of all faults i am ridden,
Success does not on the door
Of a mind filled with outward lore.

Things look up when you are fitted
With colours all and accepted
Into the folds of lively dance,
Even evil fate then does not stand a chance.

I know not what got me so near
And yet so far in deathly moors,
Trapped, but breaking the shackles confounded
On the way to my destiny that i have founded.

Storks take flight

Many of you winged creatures,
Clothed in white,
Paint such a beautiful
Viewworthy sight.

One and three and five and ten,
You look like you've made
This badam tree your den,
So when will you fly, o when, o when?

You each and every one turn south
And one turns its neck to the east,
The grandpapa urging its wingling
To flight so it may save itself from any beast.

Now, seven, now four,
I look at the door,
As I paint a brushstroke
That means gore.

Now, three, now one,
The flights have begun,
Beckoning Monsoons and more
In my city of dreams.

Not ready for the garden of joy

Many in formal taste
Stand in line
Making haste.

The luminous glow
Does not show
What is ours to know
For ours to low.

I know not whether
I'll make it through,
But I stand in line
At the end of the queue,
In circles do run many pages
For us to sumptuously cross stages.

The hour has come to see the wilderness
Was it then needed that our formal tresses
That needed no trimming in this vast jungle
Come and show us that we would not bungle;
The order goes on, I'm no more last,
Out into the gardens I make it fast.

A feast

Suited and booted,
You invite me for the feast,
What did you think when i looted
The table -- that i were a beast?

I reckoned the fare was for me
To partake and not say anymore
The conjunction of our fallacies,
For here i am, a ragdoll, eating more
Than yesterday.

So i transform now into a lady
For you have very very gallantly,
Brought the food for me to share
And i must do justice, so i do taste,
No more in pithy rugs and wastes,
Thank you for this motley feast.