Birth of Bliss

Silence of the night
Lit by the silver moon
A perfect crescent
Hiding behind the purple clouds
Fireflies dancing a Macarena
Twinkling stars smiling back
A moist kiss of the fragrant air
And a tiny bud comes to life…
Like a brilliant display of fireworks
Shooting stars dazzle in the open sky
Cranberries shower in celebration
The stream rushes its way through the rocks
Twisting, turning and gurgling with joy
To see the embryonic beauty come alive!
Christened as the midnight child
Heaven’s own descendent dressed in white
The little angel opens its arms to embrace
Mother Nature, waiting to hug it tight
Clenching it to Her heart, she weeps
Tears of joy, as pure as the driven snow
From the lofty Himalayan peaks
Happiness that no words can tell
Enchanted, bewitched, there’s a magical spell!
And then her tender heart melts with love
Blessed by the warmth of the sun, she glows
A new day beckons her, she has miles to go
To color a life from Her palette of rainbow!



Defining moments…

The sun renders the Midas touch to a dying day, spreading soothing hues of gold over the balmy evening sky and a wave of spirituality strikes at the shore of one’s inner self. There is only a moment before the subtle tones of the evening turn into deep dark shades of the night. What lies between this spectrum, is that one defining moment which has the sublime power of transcending a tattered soul to greater heights of blithe…

A walk into the sunset with bare feet on wet sand, music of the waves along side, the chirping of the birds as they return home, baked silhouettes in the golden sky, the wind that smells of the saline sea, kissing her brunette tresses as she walks by, there’s something magical I feel tonight, she completes the libretto missing in the euphony of the flute vendor behind me…

Spinning pinwheels anchored to a pole, billboards with a shock of lime green, splash of vermillion, smoky white and misty rose! Little angels building castles from the fairy tales, tiny hands with the magic wand of hope and desire, dainty crêpe paper flags plugged on the top …childhood memories flash back! The unruly school-bus ride, long summer vacations, chequered uniforms, candies and colas, popsicles and surprise gifts in ribbon tied boxes, teddies and Barbie dolls, when wishes are commands, when you are the little princess of the good night tales, and there are dreams you don’t want to wake up from…

An old couple sharing a silent moment watching the sun sinking at the horizon, silver hair and reading glasses, parched scarlet rose in a dog-eared book, reflecting on life, seeing it all in a distance, misty eyes, clear memories, cherished times and bitter sweet fights. Chapters in the book of life, authored by two, read by many, unturned pages… given a chance to read it all over again this is where they would love to begin from, bookmarked by a mesmerizing feeling at the twilight hour…

Like a twisted kaleidoscope, at the break of every dawn, life gets painted with a new shade of emotion; at the turn of every age it gets repainted with a new outlook, acquires greater wisdom, finds a new reason and discovers a new meaning to it…and the quietest moments of life speak all about it!