Flowing Verses

 

  The Unsung Songs  With parched throat and cracking voice,  I tried to sing the song of life,  Where love abounds and happiness reigns,  But no words came out of my mind,  Those whom I loved deserted me,  Turned my life into a fearful farce,  Snatched my happiness with their lies,  Just to keep up an honest face,  My rhythm broke, the music faded,  Into the darkest recesses of soul ,  Frozen along with grief of betrayal,  Shattering my belief in humanity all,  Song of peace remained unsung,  Tear choked throat lost its voice,  Deep wounds inflicted on my mind,  Took away melodies of every kind.  Sarita Khullar

Theme : What's in a name? Mellifluous sound is wafted in the air, A heavenly fragrance fills my soul, Whose name I hear in flowery meadows, Resonating in my heart every hour, “What’s in a name,” goes the adage, Why can’t I think of a different name? your image smiles before my mind, As my heart slowly vibrates the same, Your eyes, your lips ,your naughty smile, Shine forth in an instant like lightening, No other name have the similar feel, My love ,what vibes your name implies.

  Autumn Equinox 16 Sep 2023 Sarita Khullar Fiery sun slowly seems to lose power, As long summer day shortens by and by, Ripe fruit is replacing fading flower,  Where are alert squirrels, chipmunks and hare?  A glimpse amongst bushes see here or there, Soft breeze brings down cherry blooms in shower, Under cherry trees now carpeted they lie , Fiery sun slowly seems to lose power,  Red cardinals are gone, so are blue jays ,  Last of the robins do sing parting lays ,  Lots of nuts and acorns squirrels devour, All sorts of seeds in their granaries lie,  Ripe fruit is replacing fading flower, Foxes and bears search caves to hibernate, Migratory geese and swans can’t stay late. Reaping time for industrious bauer,  Making bundles of harvested wheat and rye,  Fiery sun slowly seems to lose power,  Vast expanse of bare fields about to rest,  Will rejuvenate during winter months .  Verdure leaves turn to colourful perure,  Deep cer...

  The dark ,mystic, malevolent forces overpower, Slowly they start possessing the soul, That has inevitably  enchanted by nightshades,  I seek your guidance ,o’ my friend, For I trust your knowledge and gut  feeling, but alas! How much my soul has distanced itself. From your pious thoughts and holy presence, It seems it has lost the zeal  to persuade goodness, No, nothing can help it to avoid the fall, It seems I have lost my grip our myself, For redemption,for grace, for love,I have done nothing. Is this the punishment for keeping  away something ? So pious that my soul is so much in distress . Sauded  has gripped on my heart deeply, I suffer  in this deep , quiet , melancholic state, There were benevolent vibes that I ignored , Sought egoistic vices with my free will Calling virtues idiotic and goodness folly, For me Karma’s consequences and depths unknown Beauty is Truth and it shows in the heart, The sage  writes and sings in gay abandon,...