Insomnia

Dark and gloomy night

Clouds veiling the sky

Moon playing hide and seek

Stifling atmosphere

Staring into perpetuity

With sleepless eyes

Wished I could break free

Into freedom

From the worldly clutches

I wished I could sleep

Darkness terrifying me

My anguish profound

With petrified thoughts

I was awaiting the first light

Time fractioned

The night was engulfing me

My thoughts stirring me up

I closed my eyes with a hope to sleep

Sleep would not come to my eyes

I was scared of a nightmare

I wished I could sleep.

The rose bouquet

Pretty budding roses, round and scarlet,

Singing the song of love.

Little leaves unclose forming a halo,

Hiding in their velvet robe, recite the tale of affection.

Breathing from heart invisible,

Spreading their fragrance to romanticize the air.

Like a lace of pearls, dew drops shimmer

Mesmerizing my heart and soul.

A gift from my love,

The rose bouquet adorns my life.

Soon it will perish,

The petals will curl and sink below,

But the love will dwell forever

The reminiscence of the moment will last till eternity

Tale of Life

Blissful moments weaving an ode

Dark and colored memories piling up

Every moment bestowing the unbelievable

Every dawn adding feathers

And giving wings to fly

Torrent of Unlimited dreams resounding in the ears

Countless hopes peeping from within the eyes

Enticing desires juggling in the heart

Intoxicating greed triumphant over the mind

Infinite thoughts empowering the conscience

So much to live

So much to expect

I have one full life to lead

Hold On...

    Hold on… to what is good

    even if it is a handful of earth

    Hold on… to what you believe,

    even if it's a tree that stands by

    itself

    Hold on… to what you must do

    even if it's a long way

    from here

    Hold on… to your life

    even if it's easier to let go

The raging falls- Niagra

Like an explosion of emotions, she spurt

Thundering and roaring, falling deep down

Fierce and wild but austerely beautiful

Screaming her grievances

Mists rising up to the sky

She was talking to the heavens

Covering herself with a white veil

A moment earlier, she was quiet

Flowing subtly like a stream

Around an islet of green and tweeting birds

Enthroned in sublimity and awe

She hit small rocks and formed rapids

Suddenly sped up in rage

I failed to comprehend her mind

As the mists rose, rainbows appeared

The sun was golden, clouds scattered

Her voice was heard, she was blessed

She descended, with resplendence mesmerizing

Serene and quiet, her rage had died

She was like an angel flowing by

Left me wondering and asking why…