Life is Beautiful

Life is like a colorful brocade,

An intricate weaving of hope and despair;

Here and there, a darker shade,

And a touch of brightness elsewhere. 

Oh!How we love it at its best,

When it's peaceful like the placid sea...

But oh, for the heart that can't face the tempest,

Death is a fear, life, an agony. 

We might reach a barren desert,

When we'd hoped to see a pasture green;

But joys and sorrows are two banks,

Of the river life flowing in between. 

Like the rose, a beauty in spite of the thorns,

Like the lotus that blooms even in a swamp;

Welcome both the Spring and the Fall,

Like the homeless and the wandering tramp.

So gear up, scale yet another mountain high;

If courage fails, look up, you'll know;

That even the glorious evening sky,

Has a cloud on the azure glow!

Because...I Love You So

Ever since you crossed the threshold,

And walked into my life,

Took my hand in yours, and said,

Forever you'll be mine,

I wonder,

When you take me in your arms,

And look into my eyes,

Do you see in them a hope,

That you'll never let me go,

Nor ever walk away,

Because...I love you so.

The Sunshine Girl

One, two, three, four, five...

Counted out the little girl,

Her face alit, shining,

Radiant - like a pristine pearl.

The five petals, she gently stroked,

With fingers nimble and delicate,

The reds of the petals blending,

With nails coloured a similar shade.

Suddenly, the lovely face clouded,

"Such a pretty flower, separated from the tree,"

And just as sudden, with a smile,

"Perhaps it's here, just for me?"

The shoeflower, she picked up from the earth,

And tucked it in, in her plait,

Her sunshine smile warming the heart,

On a cold, chilly winter day.

The Silver Oak

A dew washed morning,
The last whiffs of Winter, still unyielding,
Even as Spring readies itself,
To cast around its Midas touch,
And paint the sprawling hillside lush,
A reckless riot of colours.
Dainty sunshine, playfully dancing,
On dew drops cradled by the grass,
Pageants of butterflies, on scaffolds of flowers,
And adorning the fresco, like a masterstroke,
Its virgin buds raring, to burst into blossom,
Is the regal, sublime Silver Oak.

All I Want

All I want, is a smile,
To play on your lips,
Not just when I'm around,
But even, when I'm not,
And if the tears, feel hard to stop,
Place your hand, over your heart,
And know that I've been,
There all the while,
And even through the tears, you'll see,
Finding its way to your lips,
Is a tiny little...smile.

Toothless Smiles

You snuggle into my arms,
And flash at me, that impish grin,
I feel my heart flutter within;
Your tiny nose crinkles up, A
And I catch that twinkle in your eyes,
My heart, it now soars to the skies;
Your gurgles and your oohs and ahhs,
And that oh, so charming, toothless smile,
Reassure me everyday,
That life is beautiful and worthwhile.

I bury my head in your lap,
Lovingly, you stroke my hair,
I forget all worry and care;
And so it has been all this life,
My burdens that you shouldered, forever with grace,
I see them now, in the lines on your face;
In the silver of your hair, in the gray of your eyes,
And in that angelic toothless smile,
I see all the love I need,
To run yet another mile.

The Emperor's Dance

I feel on top of the world, the words echoing in my mind,
“You dance like a dream…” “Grace personified…”
My heart swells with pride;
I’m oblivious to the overcast sky, and to the gathering clouds,
Still full of myself, recalling the applause,
A rumble in the skies jolts me to the present,
It is then, that I sense the excitement,
In the heady fragrance in the breeze, and the murmur of the trees,
In the chirping of the birds, as they return to their abodes,
All around me, I sense anticipation,
As if, the Universe is in preparation,
Of what………….I wonder?

And then I witness his grand entry,
Head held high, gait befitting his royalty,
Resplendent in robes of blue and green,
The murmur, the chirping, they all die down,
And the first drops from heaven fall to the ground;
I see him starting to tap his feet,
The plumes now beginning to shiver,
As the drops now come down quicker,
He does a perfect pirouette, as I stare wide-eyed,
And spreads out the plumes, I’m mesmerized;
He sways, he dances, moves perfectly timed,
To the rhythm of the falling rain,
The chirping, the murmur, they begin again,
They build up, and now reach a crescendo,
I stand rooted, drenched from head to toe,
The lights, the drums from the Heavens above,
And on the Earth, a stage so pristine,
In the dancer, a grace, a divinity unseen,
The courtesans, now without restrain, they sing,
For today, the dancer is none other than the King,
Today, he dances, One with the Universe,
A celestial marvel, divine and glorious,
“You dance like a dream”, so meaningless the words seem,
“Grace personified”, so misplaced was my pride;
Blessed am I, to behold you, O Supreme Dancer,
I bow before you, O King, O Emperor.