The Stars Are With Me Tonight

Tonight,

            the sky is a dark yard,

            and the moon dimly lit alone,

            all the lullabies of the night are silent,

cicadas quiet,          

fireflies not glowing bright.

There is stillness in the night,

for the stars are with me tonight.

What Dreams Are made Of?

Ask a child what dreams are made of?

For a child,

Dreams are dipped in chocolate and marmalade,

A yummy sweet candy and uncountable holidays.

Ask a bird what dreams are made of?

For a bird,

Dreams are seeds, spread lavishly,

A cage free life, flying refreshingly.

Ask a youth what dreams are made of?

For a youth,

Dreams are conquering the impossible,

Rising towards the sky unstoppable.

Ask an old man what dreams are made of?

For an old man,

Dreams are nothing, but scattered imaginations,

For him they are just whims and fascinations.

Ask a wanderer what dreams are made of?

A wanderer,

Dreams of a perfect world,

A world welcoming all, where truth unfurls.

Secret Desires

Secret desires,

flow through,

poems,

bathing,

my flesh,

in your aroma.

As night,

descends,

with her moon,

our thoughts,

become one.

Who Is Who?

Oh! Great Saints,

my mind hurts in vain,

heal my soul,

relieve me from this pain,

and the questions unanswered…………….

We dance to the universal rhythms,

the cosmic vibrations we unknowingly follow,

thinking of them as our great endeavours.

Everything is set,

the pattern, the path, the words,

we merely step on them,

and consider as our chosen world.

Call it hard work, luck or destiny,

we fail, we rise, we do what we do,

and name it our will.

But, who is pulling the strings?

Who is the master puppeteer?

The one with the trident?

Or

Our mind’s own fallacies?

{Note: In Hinduism, God Shiva holds Trident.}

The Tiny Seed

The tiny seed,

knows not of its power,

that sleeps within.

Fertile ground,

its nurturing sound,

a home the tiny seed has found.

Rainy love,

from skies above,

drenches the seed,

shaping its need.

Buds sprout,

happily spring out,

a labour of love.

Shoots gaze,

to the blue yonder with maze,

dreaming of it unfazed.

The tree rises,

step by step

up and up.

The power of seed,

now,

this tree holds.

A story of faith,

the tiny seed unfolds.

Published in "The Ashvamegh International Journal & Literary Magazine"

http://ashvamegh.net/2017-issues/xxxiii-october/poems/vandana-sharma/

Sprawling Autumn Ground

Sprawling autumn ground,

displays beauty, astound.

Its crystal clear ponds,
 teem with life,far and beyond,

fragrant floral blooms,

absorb life's gloom.

Ah! beautiful autumn,

gives a message so important,
to forget and forgive,
to live and let live.

Aquamarine Gem

Soothing,

glittering,

calming the blues,

                               ~ a gift from Neptune.

                                      

Gem of,

good luck,

everlasting youth,

                               ~ a blessed truth.

For dVerse poets pub

Flowers of Spring: Anacreontic Verse

Flowers of spring

dangle in the wind

spreading happiness

all around

misty morning

greets the hills

ensconcing spirits

in its shawl

fragrant wind

sprawls over

refreshing

mind, heart and body.

A happy heart

glides

among clouds

singing songs.

Country songs

fly with birds

a paradise

of nature

on heaven and earth.

Anacreontic verse is an Ancient Greek lyrical form, consisting of 20- to 30-line poems with three to five syllables per line.

Wild Rose: Rhyming Wave

Flourishing in the spiny bush,

the spiny, spiny, spiny bush-

swaying to melodies of thrush,

swaying to rhythmic breeze.

Snuggling around the tall trees,

the tall, tall, tall trees-

listening to the sounds of bees,

listening to every heartbeat.

Its fragrance fills the air sweet,

the air, air ,air sweet-

a delightful red rosy treat.

a delightful lovely rosy sight.

The sunshine glow kisses it right,

kisses ,kisses, kisses it right-

imparting the golden delight,

imparting the sparkling hues.

Flourishing in the spiny bush,

imparting the sparkling hues.

The Rhyming Wave is a poetry form created by Katharine L. Sparrow, American writer and poet who writes on Allpoetry.com.

Rain

Ringing through bluish nebula,

A string of watery pearls rolls down as,

Indra’s jet black curls,

Nature’s dance from heaven to earth.

Indra: The Hindu God of rain.

Autumnal Hues

 Red, burgundy, scarlet, orange, yellow,

petunias, gillenias,purplish glowing mallows,

hand painted master strokes,

polka dots on nature’s cloak.

Harvest season calling all,

cherish bounties of the fall,

varied delectable autumnal hues,

relish the colourful views.

Lost leaves floating around,

to heavenly abode bound,

life leaking drop by drop,

an ephemeral stop.

Red, burgundy, scarlet, orange, yellow,

petunias, gillenias,purplish glowing mallows,

Harvest season calling all,

cherish bounties of the fall.

   

Magic Is Everywhere

Abundant beauty of nature,

Is for every creature,

Be it minuscule or giant.

Glorious morning, bright noon,

Magic of silky nights, milky moon,

Their grandeur unsurpassed.

Come and revel in moonlight,

Fly with every bird’s flight,

Feel the magic of nature’s voice.

In air, water, earth, dreams,

Among the serpentine streams,

Under the thick snowy layers,

Nature’s magic is everywhere.

A Prayer To My Lord

Oh! Lord Shiva,

Reside within my soul,

for every season,

be it spring or fall.

Guide me through life’s trail,

hold my hand,

never let go, when I fail.

Enlighten me with your glow,

purify me whole,

and

in the end,

let my spirit towards you  flow.