Ode to the Broomstick
Feeling at home, cuddled in the corner,
All alone, yet grudges none to harbor.
So humble, that it always serves the floor,
So loyal, that it never leaves the door.
Inconspicuous, lies the demure broom,
A home without it, will see the doom.
Never does it expect a pat in the back,
Never does it cease to wait on the human pack.
Behold ! Look at the unemphatic daily,
With its head low, still remains vital to the emphatic melee.
An Unending Thirst for Dawn and Dusk
We call for the sunshine
When forlorn in Pluto.
We seek the moonlight
On a serene Venus.
Thirst for the light in dark
Quenches the thirst of the devil in our hearts.
Darkness is the respite
From the dogged heat of sunshine.
Sunshine, the interstice
Between devilish dreams of darkness.
So how do we reason
The unreasonable balance of light and dark ?
That dawn and dusk seek each other,
That we understand it and not wither.
Untie the Entangled Thoughts
The world so vast
But the heart so cramped.
The crust’s so calm
But the core’s with the qualm.
Burning are the thoughts inside
Even logic fails and reason denied.
Soul full of thoughts arcane
Yet antiquated and archaic.
So confused is the thinking man
When muddled are his thoughts
When untied are the senescent knots.
Arcadian is the thinking man
When lucid are his thoughts
Where there’s no tumult, even with untied knots.
And a day will arrive
When the cramped hearts strive
While the knots untie
And the thoughts too die.
Oh ! The tumult mind dies confused !
So what’s the way
To an uncluttered bay ?
Not letting the flow of thoughts
Row against our chosen path
Is the way to reach the shores of life
With the thinking cap, that’s a double-edged knife.
The world so vast
The heart so cramped
But what’s the worry ?
With the virtual space
We can have it revamped !
The Grandeur before Sunset..The Life before Death
Born amidst the cheer and roar
To face a world that’s sweet and sour
Only to fizzle out the mighty door
As if life was a banal chore.
The Sun rises to bring to life
The globes that make a joyous ride
Box and Cox, the world that is
But the will to live, ours it is.
Life and death are no end points
Where we come in blubbering
And go out slumbering
Means are they to make a mark
Darned are they who fail to spark.
Grandiose is the setting Sun
For its deeds provides the stupefaction
Every seed that gets its life
Should see the golden hour of light
And make this life a worthy fight
Before the Danse Macabre shows its might.
The Sun of the Soul
The core that burns
In the heart of the earth.
The heart that pumps
In the soul of a life.
The Sun that shines
In the core of the milky ocean.
Each being the hub of the wheel
That spins around and goes profound
Sans which the journey plunges to ground.
If I were the spinning wheel
Need a soul that can keep me real
Exuding a gravity that beats surreal
And here I get the soul of zeal.
And so the Earth gets its Sun
Life becomes a joyous run
The journey that begins as fun
Gets eternally etched where life yarns get spun.