Poetry

  The incessant running, the travel, the waiting in lounges, Reek of a life that is always racing to someone else’s beat. Hard as we try, the running does not stop, we do not halt; In the melee to beat time, we run, unending in a loop.   But should …

Afar on the horizon the sun sinks Low, hiding under the shadows of night, Leaving behind hues of resplendence That awaken a yearning, a longing. Here I sit transfixed, gazing at the Vista; At the beauteous visage of the sunset. To me it seems like dreams woven in Gold that …

I feast my eyes as I lie under the star encrusted sky; Under the gazillions of stars that twinkle and glitter, Sprinkled high up, like in Van Gogh’s starry night. They soothe my depleted spirit, they make me sigh.   But I know deep in my heart that all that …

Eternal springs love Resplendent in vivid hues rejoicing in spring Ah! the rich blossoms Buzzing busy with the bees the fragrant gardens Butterflies flutter Kissing the shy, dainty blooms Floating on zephyrs Image – Joshua Naidoo via unsplash

I jumped up, I grasped and clutched. Alas! Doubt invaded, my feet lurched. My hand faltered, hovered near the goal But unsure, I questioned my own role.   “Do I deserve it, or do I not?” I thought Negativity & pessimism in my mind fought. My beclouded brain got more …

Forged by the fires of his youth, his flame burned bright and strong like a beacon that shines at night; it shone guiding right from wrong. Its warmth enveloped his entity, gave him kindness beyond measure it made him a kindred spirit, his empathy was such a treasure. People came …

  They have helped me forge a path ahead when the route upfront was unclear They have aided me to ascend, to scale when the strife of life I could not bear. They held me together, aided and assisted; they embraced my flagging spirits. They prodded, pushed and shoved; made …

Warming his hands by the pitiful flame he looked up and smiled. “Maa, how did you know that I was cold?” he asked his mother. “I’m your mother. I just know.” His mother smiled as she replied. “I know when you need comfort, when you feel under the weather.”   …

There are times when I am out in the hot sun, sweating And a stray tuft of cottony cloud will momentarily Take pity on me and blow gently to cover the sun briefly. At such times I think, “Maybe it’s a sign that God cares.”   There are times when …

As I leave your bosom and embark on this journey I know not if I shall return to your fold. I know only that I leave one mother to go serve another, That I leave to protect both you and her.   You birthed me mother; you gave me my …