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shveta sahal Poems
Let joy of sprouting of sapling withdraw sorrow of wilting of flower Restitute depth of wound endured with peak of toil greased Is angst of the benefactor elevated than chagrin of recipient? Glory of deeds well done to compunction of evil committed
I am groping in darkness, Let me not witness light, I am all but lost, Let me not find way,
We both felt the same tides, U as Pearl, I as Pebble We both covered the same sky, U as Sun, I as Dove We both experienced the same temple, U as God, I as weakling....
The young Fella embarked on the journey of thousand miles, With an empty bag and a thinking mind, A heart full of hopes and the eyes full of love Unaware of the tidings that were to come….
Ever Thought Why?
Ever thought why? Leaf falls off from the twig of tree Rain drops desert the fleeting cloud Stars bid adieu to morning sky
I perch as luscious incense of lily Your smirks as mine And tears all the more, Condone raucous words of kin
Caress of wet dew on lotus Pouring beauty on divine Pecking melody to lyrics Jazzing sparkle to shine
When tenderness squeak through dewy lips And warm tears numb fluttering cheeks When vindictive pain throb the heart And every breath becomes a torment
Who knows if raindrop that mutated into a pearl wanted to lapse on the thirsty earth? Who knows if flower on God’s crown wanted to adorn a maid’s black flowing mane?
I wish not for the entire ocean But for the little drop that was mine, I wish not for the blossoming garden But for the demure flower that was mine,
Sometimes as kiss of morning dew on the flesh, Sometimes as mysterious fog on the mind, Sometimes as recalcitrant stream on the heart, Sometimes as detached snowflakes on the brain,
The doubts that I heard at play Suddenly begin to vanish away Sun beams from eastern window Darkness now seems so hollow
Two Pink Lilies blossoming on the same morning, coincidence Two Blue Birds flapping wings on the same branch, coincidence Two meandering rivers converging on the beautiful sea, coincidence Two frenzied storms smacking past to mellow each other, coincidence?
Want to kiss the azure sky, Feel the dew on the Pansy shy, Listen to the lullaby of the butterfly, And watch the moon peacefully lie…
Comments about shveta sahal
Let joy of sprouting of sapling withdraw sorrow of wilting of flower
Restitute depth of wound endured with peak of toil greased
Is angst of the benefactor elevated than chagrin of recipient?
Glory of deeds well done to compunction of evil committed
Sagacity of servility of waves to despotism of callous rocks
Inclination of the sunflower and declination of the stream
Mirth of a casual schmooze with opulence of smile shared
Circle of ephemeral life with triangle of faltering ménage