The last sunset...

On the down side of the hill
I see an angel by the mill
Walking along the crooked brook
A look at her face i took...


The radiant glow from her face
Bridged the distance with the lace
Of lingering moonlight traceable
Through the layers of air amenable...


A nightingale cooed somewhere in the dark
Making the night come alive with sound stark
making my heart jump out of its tranquility
Into the nature's very own vulnerability...


Somewhere in the midnight blue sky
A forgotten star white twinkled by
Happiness making the dark upset
Making me marvel at the last sunset....

Spicy Orchestra....

Anger, blood-red, boiling
Just like red chillies in oil roiling...


Laughter, pleasant, soothing
Just like turmeric's manner smoothing...


Tears, bold, toppling
Just like the clove simmering...


Hatred, strong, bitter
Just like a sesame's sitter...


Love, pure, tender
Just like salt increasing a dish's splendor...


Happiness, fresh, fickle
Just like cardamom powder's trickle...


Surprise, astonished, amusing
Just like the sourness of the lime's oozing...


Human mind, twisted, captivated
Just like a spicy orchestra in a vessel uninhabited...

The life U have taught...

U have changed the meaning of life....

U have taught me how to face the strife..

U made me overcome my fears..

U taught me how to wipe away my tears...

U became my subtle guiding light...

In my innumerable lonely fights...

U took my hand so as not to let me fall...

U paved my way out of the opaque cell wall...

U gave me the freedom to choose my way...

As long as u thought it was safe to sway...

U overreacted to some of my decisions...

And made some a victim of your derisions...

U laughed with me even when you were sad...

And made it a point that i was always glad...

Never did u want to hurt me intentionally..

Except for sometimes when u did that specifically..

U compromised on ur sleep often..

Just to make my dream world soften...

U incorporated laughter into my everyday life...

Which produced the gay sound of a fife...

U took me aback by your sternness at times...

But made me realize the importance of life's dimes...

U challenged me for everything i hated doing..

But that eventually launched my determination brewing..

U struggled to make me happy whenever i was sad..

But never gave up even when my temper was bad...

U became a friend when i had none...

And u gave me happiness in a measure of ton...

The life u have taught has told me a story...

Of living it up in my own glory...

The Emotion Trail...

Emotions as they say 
Are best seen as a way 
To feel something deep
Which otherwise bundles up in a heap...


The crinkle of the nose 
Is the cutest gesture
When a little girl teases
Her brother for a chocolate...


The wrinkles under the eyes 
Are felt to be beautiful 
When the laugh is from within
Rather than a compulsion...
But the same wrinkles 
Are feared by the beautiful
When she sees them as a threat
of her approaching old age ...


The blush of the cheeks 
Is an observer's delight
For there flows the joy
Which drenched the little boy...
But the same blush 
Is an embarrassment
Faced by the lad 
When he falls down in public...


The tears falling down 
From a sad father's eyes
Dedicate an ode
To the death of his son...
But the same tears 
Share the boundless joy
Of a mother
Holding her new-born....


The emotion trail
is full of strife
Which makes us realize
The essence of life...