Wednesday, February 18, 2015

अपनी अपनी उपमा


High in air


Whacky wind fetches a whiff, from the vale

Where it flew flawless, like swim of a whale

Sliding, sloping, singing, swinging, swaggering

Smiling, dancing, frolicking rocking; steadily

Floating, over the cloud’s large cottony bale

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

जै गाँ उखडगी !!!


Beads !


Beads bid bouyance sun entering them

Beads say prayers thread running in

Beads touch fingers to let feel divine

Beads on all sides throw their shine

Beads make rosary sing divine hymn

 

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Fairy-look kind


A pesky nightmare Hangs heavy on the mind But should not scare Dawn puts it in the grind Reassurances then blare For oneself to find Making the vision clear Then nightmares unwind And no more scare The fairy-look find