Bud and the Rose!

He gave me a pretty one
And I asked for another
Why, I asked myself then
No reply sounds in my ear

Did its snugness allure me?
Or its deep red hues entice
Or that the beauty of one
Would just not suffice?

Did the petals’ smoothness
Imply the bloom to come?
And the thorns speak of pain
Ushering love that’s unsung

He kept them all in bunches
Well trimmed stems green
Nature’s temptation scarlet
Flooding my heart’s brim

A week has passed between
The charm has withered not
Now those two on my desk sit,
Blossoming their heart out!!

———Gauri Kanyalkar———-

Small Joys


A good night’s sleep and


The sound of a warm heart


Beating reassuringly nearby


Love and care to impart


 


A kind hand on the head


An understanding smile


A sympathetic ear


Sitting together awhile


 


A day spent toiling


A satisfied homecoming


Food then turns tasty


That’s called fine dining


 


When books serve their use


And the mind profits


When thought is elevated


Enlightenment benefits


 


When status implies stigma


And respect is offered to all


Others’ joys serve to enthuse


Every one – big or small


 


The sun then brightens


And the rain soothes


The wind – it caresses


And deeply life breathes!


 


Joys multiply when given


Smiles work to enrich


And cast their spell asunder


Happiness to bewitch!!


——–Gauri Kanyalkar——-

Ancestral Canvas


The long winding roads


And the bluebells lining them


The wide-wide fields shiver


In the monsoon mayhem


 


Opulent green of pastures


Reveling in brown cattle dots


The mesmerizing blue sky


Hung with fluffy white clouds


 


Green-grey mountains


Reaching out to heaven


And the silver of waterfalls


Hurrying to the ocean


 


Fiery yellow midday sun


Almost blinding in its glory


The shade of trees soothing


Respite and rest from duty


 


Workers in the paddy fields


Bodies glistening with sweat


Simple needs, simple deeds


At simplicity, ever adept


 


Vivid hues in abundance


And the fertile soil of my land


Sheer happiness of existence


Priceless than riches grand

Rain Ardor

Rain has a way of touching me


Even when it’s not drenching me


The wind it’s faithful messenger


Bringing me satin drops of nature


 


It embraces me, though I be small


With my goodness and vices all


Sweeps me off my feet once again


Year after year and pain after pain


 


It has a devoted friend – the fog


Then vision is lost and eyes agog


My glance is forced inside of me


The mighty soul’s struggle to see


 


Rain floods and a gush of emotions


New roots, new life, new passions


Throbbing and living, green leaflets


Life making way in small rivulets


 


A promise to thirsty soul and soil


A silver lining to the cloud of toil


Rain, just like love swells my heart


A sweet ache from a blunted dart