SOUNDS OF HOPE

                     

                     The  sound of hope is, 

               The sweetest ever we hear,

              When things get hard to deal with,

               It assures that life will go on,

               Despite all the hurdles there. 

           

              The sound of hope is,

               In the siren of an ambulance,

               Rushing to save precious lives,

               In the alarm bells of a fire brigade,

               On a mission to douse killer fires.

              The sound of hope is,

             In the thunder of  dark clouds,

             Appearing in a  corner of the sky,

              Heralding the arrival of rain,

             At the peak of the burning summer.

            The sounds of hope are varied,

             Their tunes and tones  differ,

           But they have a feature in common,   

            They  all received with cheers,

             They all are music to ears!

THE NIGHT AFTER FULLMOON

    

         The moon is not perfect tonight,

       Its glow, too, is not so bright,

       Nor does it look as confident,

        As it did last night.

       The moon is not full tonight,

       And not so enchanting either,,

       To make tides rise high, 

       In excitement to touch the sky.

     I know it will keep on waning,

       Both in size and brilliance,

      Bit by bit through the fortnight, 

     And once will even disappear.

    

       But truly, it's resilient enough,

       To bounce back and  resume,

      Its eternal journey  in the firmament,

      Though different in look every time.

                                

                                         

                                    I wish I could be,,

                     Like flowers in the wild,

                   That bloom there unconditionally,

                    And be the reason of smile,

                   For bees, butterflies and hummingbirds.

                            I  wish I could be,

                          Like a flower in a remote valley,

                          Blooming in sweet silence,

                          Making the surroundings fragrant,

                          Without any admirer nearby.

  

                         I wish I could be,

                       Like cactus flower in the desert,

                        Blooming in the burning sand,

                        And appear to defy the harsh heat,

                        With a spirit of calm forbearance.

                       

                         

                         

                          

WORDS

 

                              Words are part of my existence

                     Through them I express myself

                      And share my mind and heart

                      With the people around.

                    But sometimes they desert me

                    Making it rather impossible

                    To convey what I really mean

                     And the way I wish to do so.

                     Then all I do is, to keep silent

                      And wait for them to return

                      I know they will sure be back

                      Like life-long companions,

                    Enabling me to reconnect

                   With the world, I always belong

                  The people I love to be with

                   In the vibrant fair called life.

NIGHT IS STANDING AT MY DOOR

 

                            The night is standing at my door

                   Like a much-concerned mother

                  Asking me to take a break

                  And go to her fold to relax.

                  It won't be wise to ignore her,

                 As I too, am feeling tired

                And she is a true well-wisher

                Offering the much-needed rest.

              She is standing at my door

             Promising to rejuvenate  my mind 

             So, humbly I surrender myself to her care

              The unfinished work, I will resume later.

                    

LOOKING UP AT THE SKY

                                            I look up at 

                       The velvety darkness of the sky

                        And see the stars in multitudes

                          Dotting it from end to end

                          Twinkling now and then.

                     When in my childhood 

                      I often wondered

                    (Like all children, everywhere do)

                     What they   actually were

                     And where they after all went

                     When the sun came up.

                     And now, though old enough

                       To understand things better

                      I still look up sometimes

                       Waiting for a shooting star

                      That I may make a wish

                        Before going to bed.

ONE STEP AT A TIME

       If   the path ahead 

    Is too steep to climb on

   And reaching the summit

   Appears a distant dream

            Move on cautiously 

            One step at a time.

   If the hurdles on the way

Are too many to be numbered

 Daring you to walk them over

And you fear lest you stumble over

        Take the challenge in your stride

        One block at a time.

        

 The heights you wish to reach

May not be attained overnight

Nor can the whole world be yours

By winning a single fight

            Keep going on steadily

            Aiming one goal at a time.