Water it, let it get some sunlight,
It will grow up wide and bright
Nourish it, give it space and time
It will flourish and be worth of every dime-
Beautiful leaves will ornate the plant,
As you care in abundance and not scant,
Leaves will slowly dry and wilt,
If you push it away, decide to jilt.
Sour filled life, do we learn from those ?
Little miscreants in life, these tamarinds.
A wonderful tangy taste, break the shell and you have them.
A lot of it though would make you sick.
Once again , when the tamarinds come in view , you taste them.
He looks at you from far,
You are ambrosia for him;
Not a threat at all,
He stalks you, you are Helen for him;
Follows you almost everywhere,
You are irritated, still no damage done,
He gets his claws on you, you are his prey,
No Helen, no ambrosia, he is a predator,
Now you feel this is a real threat.
Flowing peacefully and maintaining
it’s smooth pace,
Never does the river stop to greet
Only during fall, it trials down lightly,
Moving in a slow pace it notices the tree.
The one and only who waits for her every year,
The tree can do nothing but watch her flow,
He is patient, he knows her route
recounting each story –
The memories of storms and rolling rocks,
she collects through the year,
As the dry winter passes away,
Her undercurrents get fiercer
The river turns unstable again,
But the tree manages to stay there for her.
Smiling and laughing not my best attributes,
Keeping calm and cool was still unlearned,
Indifference and apathy were my best weapons,
Yet all these dissolved when you came,
You taught me to face the world with a smile;
Niggling and grumbling wouldn’t get me anywhere,
Did I realise the great fall then? No,
You were calm while I seethed with anger,
You smiled while I smirked,
You were my peace, my trust, my sole,
My mind being its own master,
An angel could never be my soul,
I sought the easier way out, running far
Lingering would tell me the truth,
Patience was never my element,
Yet you cared and shared with me,
Deeper did I fall, when I knew your smile,
Could follow your smell and shadow,
Yet you asked me made stop mid-path;
Smiling you gave our angel, a blush like yours-
You were not beholden, yet you let me hold,
Our angel is now my calm and peace,
Makes me smile and laugh, just like once did.
Shredding skin, hollow eyes,
Wrinkles on cheek do not look nice;
Love would never last long,
Beauty embossed would cede to a sad song-
A wise mind can lead a long loving relation,
Holding all promises true, will gladly be the true conviction.
She walked past him without calling him back. He was the most handsome person for her once, but now she could only see him as an average man, for whom she bore no feelings.
For her he was just any other man from the crowd.
“So will you be doing that “? she asked him
“Do what “? he asked her while turning a page of their old wedding album .
“Did you even listen to anything I said”? she enquired with a scowl
“Umm…Actually no”, he replied like a kid caught with a candy.
“Then what were you doing while I was ranting the list “, she asked him almost fuming now.
He knew how to calm her, “I was just trying to understand, how a woman could look so beautiful and yet retain for the past 40 years”.
A smile slowly crept up her lips and she gave a small peck on his cheek.