Radiance
Darkness penetrates into my mind
Leaving warmth and solace far behind,
Chaos pervades in every lone thought
Until each moment, with gloom, is fraught.
Who shall save me from this, my mind's drought?
When shall come, the light guiding me out?
I've long dreamt of illumination
Help me find my sacred salvation
Musings on Rain
Do you know the feeling of waking up
to the comforting sound of rain?
You'd enjoy the coolness of your sheets,
until something magical compels you to open your window,
and draw a deep breath, taking in the clean air
and the fresh damp smell of the earth.
All that's missing, is a piping hot cup of tea
to partake in, whilst relishing
the gloomy ambience outside.
On a Cloud
Do you ever look at the sky
And wonder what it's like to fly,
Amongst and around fluffy clouds
That envelope you like silk shrouds?
Does it taste like rich butterbeer
When it hits your face and mouth near?
Does it feel like white flaky snow
When you make contact with your toe?
How wonderful a thing it seems
To spend a day in such fine dreams,
Look up at the sky with a smile
And travel in your mind, awhile.
Memories Tinted in Rosy Hues
I look up into the sky,
mesmerised by the orange-rosy hues of a glorious sunset.
I'd never seen this shade of pink in the sky before.
I look around, and there you are,
taking a million photographs of the sea, the sky, and me.
I have no choice but to pose, barefoot on the cool sand,
a smile creeping up my face as I realise,
we are putting a timestamp on memories
that are as vibrant as the Summer skies above.
Peek-A-Boo With Time
Time bewitched us,
Played games with our minds
Held our hands,
Made us close our eyes.
And then, when we were
Blind to its deeds,
It sped away
As if death were at its feet.
How foolish we felt,
When we finally realised
How futile our efforts have been.
For we'd waited for time,
For the best correct time
And thus, wasted our lives.
Fate
Fate,
It's strange
An unsolved mystery
From the days past.
It's beautiful,
It's tragic,
It's all and none
Of what we all seek.
It knows no bounds
It flows free and true,
Who knows its beginning?
Does it even have an ending?
Fate,
It's chaotic,
Quite like a room full of theorists
Arguing from end to end,
As if their lives depended
On the intensity of the argument.
Like Flowers
I caressed the rose bud in my hand
Its delicate tones soothing my eyes,
How strange, this pleasure it brings to me
Despite its dimunitive size.
I looked out my window, deep in thought
Contemplating the different hues,
That caught my sight in my small garden
All reds and greens and blues.
From daisies and lilacs to roses and tulips
Flowers that vary in size, hue and shape,
Oh, what a diverse vision they make
Some buds, some blooms, some merely a scape.
How different we, like these flowers, are
Distinct in strengths, likes and traits,
In ways unalike, we bloom and thrive
In ways unique, we're winners and greats.
Murder In The Maharaja Palace - A Murder Mystery Narrated by Limericks
1
There was a mystery in Delhi
One bloody murder and suspects three;
A real whodunit
A throat brutally slit,
Who would soon be under lock and key?
2
At the famed Maharaja Palace
Where many gather, brave and fearless;
Was the Colonel Fardeen
His mighty sword Nagin,
And foreign diplomat, Lord Wallace.
3
Twas the morn after a splendid feast
For welcoming the guests to the East;
When a shrill scream rang out
And many ran about,
It appeared someone was deceased.
4
'Where's Govindh?' the Maharaja asked
News of the murder left him aghast;
Trembled the attendee
For the secretary,
Had early this morning, breathed his last.
5
A guest, Inspector General Singh
Was by now, detecting in full swing;
Looking at the arrived
Maharaja deified,
He recalled he'd never caught a King.
6
The young Maharani Gauravi
Wept for her dear childhood friend since three;
Clutching her beloved
Six year old son Arshath,
She glared at her husband in fury.
7
The Maharaja had been asleep
The Colonel had left late in his jeep;
She had an alibi
With witnesses of eye,
Lord Wallace had roamed, while dawn did creep.
8
Why was the Lord prowling the stable?
Maharaja's stare felt infernal;
The Maharani's clear
And doubts began to steer,
He knew the motive was betrayal.
9
To be betrayed by a man upright
He must have found something not quite right;
The Inspector could swear
That the King had been there,
When Govindh was stopped from taking flight.
10
Where had the Colonel gone, when he left?
Fled so fast, a guest's manners bereft;
Govindh's car had been found
Near the stable's small ground,
Singh confronted the King, who confessed.
11
A sacrifice had been required
Pity 'twas someone he admired;
She wouldn't understand
The weight of a crown grand,
For peace between nations was desired.
12
With the Maharaja conspired
Lord Wallace and Colonel retired;
Make silent, who are brave
Secret treaties to save,
Inspector shall heed what's required.
13
Furious, Inspector might have been
But he knew it was what he'd foreseen;
'Twas to be expected
Dealing with exalted,
Kings, Queens, warriors and Lords foreign.
14
Those with power are often fearless
For they'll always be free and blameless;
Even if someone dies
This privilege applies,
In the great Maharaja Palace.