Snow lullabies

Snow lullabies

Quietly dreams fall 

Rest on earth's fluttering lids

A white blanket lulls

--shubha 

Write me a poem

Write me a poem

Write me a poem
Not of pain or woe,
No trace of darkness, despair, let it show,

Write me a poem as delicate as a dew drop's gleam
That sings the song of the woodland stream

Write me a poem, daffodil bright,
That twinkles like the stars of the night,

Write me a poem, filled with hope,like a lark's call
That rejoices in color ,like the trees, at fall,

Write me a poem, as beautiful as this world,multi-hued,
But you have already,
Everything with your magic imbued.

--shubha

Modern phones

Modern phones


Hello , would you like to see some phones,
We have the gamut to choose from,all models, known,

Here is the latest one in the galaxy
The prized possession of many a fantasy

It has regular features, a clock, camera, more
Why it could be the key to your front door,

It comes in black, mauve, pink or blue
Doubles up as a status symbol too

In your car it can be your navigator, music store
Coverage from hill to vale, shore to shore

It records every step, every location to share
Let your friends know,you are there
That thing ,that is the privacy hawk's nightmare
But you aren't a terrorist, so you shouldn't care

It has apps for social media, galore
So you are apprised of every update, sublime to the bore

Do you have any questions, will that be all ?
Oh it even has an alarm in case you fall,
Bewildered I replied, but can I use it to call?


--shubha

Shivratri Prayer

Shivratri Prayer

Sinner,that I am
A puppet,of my desires
Accept me
Lead me from
My wayward journey
Chasing fireflies
Of empty desire
To the steep, rugged stillness
Of renunciation

Lead me from the
Pursuit of temporary happiness
To the search of the permanent
The truth

O' compassionate one
Who bears the poison
That your children not suffer
Help me bear my own
Yet not be embittered

Lead me from the restlessness
Of petty wants
To the stillness
That is you.

--shubha

P.S. MahaShivRatri is a day of prayer, fasting in worship of Lord Shiva , one of the trinities of the Hindu Religion . 

A different kind of love story

A different kind of love story 

As all stories, 

This too, is about love,

How the morning  and evening 

Wished to meet, now

But every morning would grow weary 

With duty of the day's work

Every evening lost it's way,

In the night's despair 

So once every summer, by the poles

They took little sojourns

To meet , touch ,play 

In an endless day

And as they separated 

Went their way

They sent each other,

Painted postcards,everyday.

--shubha 

Dams

Dams

Hurt puts up walls
To wallow in it's stagnant pools
Of self-pity

While outside , love pushes
Exerts pressure on these false barriers

The wind wafts the melody of bliss
Over the separation

Hope, is the swallow, that scrabbles
Against this mud embankment
With faith , it will find a perch,rest

Until a single shoot of tenderness, sprouts,
In that vulnerable spot,
Weakened by kindness
To send a lasting crack
Through the damaged walls

And the dammed defenses crumble
As love pours in
Reclaims it's own.

--shubha

Love Was

Love was

Love was,when I first saw you
Wrinkled, red, eyes screwed up tight

Love was, when I first held you
Traced the contours of your tiny fingers

Love was, when I first whispered in your tiny ears
And you answered with a resounding wail

Love happened,when you first smiled
That toothless, gentle smile, in sleep , of the angels

Love toddled , learnt it's first steps
Holding on to love's hands

Love grew , with you
With each milestone
With every breath

Love is ,wherever you are
Whenever,I outgrow myself
To see the world, as you.

--shubha

P.S. A song for my son

Birthday

Birthday

Birthday
Cake, gifts
Celebrating,gathering, giving
Gratitude for life with you
Wishes

--shubha

P.S. Birthday wishes for my Appa .
A didactic cinquian .
A cinquain is a five line structured poem. You can read some more about it here, http://examples.yourdictionary.com/cinquain-examples.html

The postcard

The postcard

The last edge crammed with words,memories,

Even as the ink fades

Trains caught, things left behind, loves lost, joys found

Bits and pieces of a lifetime, recorded haphazardly , momentarily

Witness,to smiles, sighs, laughter, tears

A postcard, refreshes a yellowing memory.

--shubha 

P.S This short poem came to me in response to a prompt of a photograph of an old.15 paise Indian postcard. The poem had to be six lines or less and am happy to share, was selected as one of the winners.

Eating sun

Eating sun

At sunset, looking deep into mine

He said, between us, my sunshine

Let us ,gobble up the sun

Come on,it will be fun

So I melted by degrees ,in his arms

The eaten sun turned into liquid warmth

That spread it's fiery passion in our veins

Our very breath with longing, stained

When we opened our eyes the sun was gone in traces of pink

Leaving behind a seared memory of a kiss, in indelible ink.

--shubha 

P.S. This poem came to me as a response to a prompt on romance in a poetry group and a poster for a movie, I saw somewhere. The protagonists were about to kiss with the sun in the background, hence the title .

Vermilion promise

Vermilion promise

She waited at the pond's edge

As her life flashed by in reflection

The pool, unable to contain 

Her beauty, her excitement 

Shivered with her anticipation 

Shimmered in her joy

Till the sun melted

Ran liquid gold

To fill the pond with

Vermilion promise

She collected

A pinch for her own.

--shubha 

P.S.  This poem was inspired by a beautiful photograph by a very talented photographer, Robi Chakravarty shared on a common group . The picture was of a young bride at the edge of a river at sunset.