Archive | September, 2014

To a wandering Pigeon

20 Sep

She visits me every weekend,
When I am seated near the window pane,
Constantly she looks at me for any sign of care,
Rotating invariably are her eyes,
Sometimes left, sometimes right.

Her wings though tired showcase dynamism,
Her beak though narrow an icon of innocence,
What a beautiful maker is My God I acclaim,
Such innocence packed with dynamism.

It relishes my soul and makes me appraise my Creator,
Such beauty around me he has filled,
Beautiful is as useful as the useful,
Perhaps more so said Victor Hugo.

While I lay in my couch at day’s end,
Such lovely memories lift my being,
They rewind and refresh my thoughts,
Oh wandering Pigeon my unexpected Joy.

All in a Train

6 Sep

All in a train we go, all in a train,
A toddler in his father’s arm,
Babbling sounds no one can perceive,


Pointing at everyone with glee,
Till his father kisses his cheek with joy

Two young couples standing besides,
Delighting in the innocence of the toddler,
Dreaming they too would have one soon,
Desiring for the gift yet to be conceived

Two engaged lovers on the other side,
Looking at each other with piercing looks,
A joy on their face of future yet unseen,
Gazing with love yet to be fulfilled

An old man standing besides,
Staring at the toddler with nostalgia,
Reckoning the days when he too had one,
While focusing on the final glory ahead

A bachelor sitting nearby,
Enjoying the gentle actions of the toddler,
While at the same time visualising about his unseen princess,
Till one day he finds her to be bonded in an eternal covenant till death