Creations... Poem by kunjubi varghese

Here the breeze carries a divine fragrance.

The spring has come this way already,

In a chariot of tender sprouts and leaves

And the maidens in-waiting were those

Of dainty dreams and sublime memories.


Why the flowery season could not linger here,

And stop the chariot here for a while?

It could not even give me a tiny blossom

As a gift, to remember its radiance again.

And now you have become another

Blooming season, like a spring in my life.


The ocean is roaring with its waves.

Who sowed the stones of beryl in its froth?

May be the heavenly musicians have done that.

Never throw your pearls of laughter in the

Stream of tears, of your lonely nights.

Those musicians also got away, after

Closing the eyes of the mind.

Now, you have become an exquisite beryl

In my mind, dazzling with your love.


Those bluish eyes are the blossoms of the heart,

And I have become the apple of those eyes.

How charming is the splendour of youth,

And your emotions are a hundred times

Prettier than any petite things on this earth.

The creator ought to have given eyes of the soul,

To the smiling lilac, and the winged pangs of the mind.

But then, you have become the creator of love in me…