Obsolete Love

Like a flower
Few days too old,
Sans any freshness
Or fragrance bold,
Withered, bruised,
And shameful to hold,
You threw me away
With a heart cold.
You picked up a bouquet with,
Scented flowers manifold,
A bigger ornament
In your heart to behold,
Forgetting our togetherness,
Of days not old.
I've nothing else to offer,
So, truth be told ...
I wish you'd crush me
Under your feet of gold,
So that I remain a fragrant
Reminder of your love untold.

-Gowrish

Silent Talking

I miss our silent conversations
When we'd let our eager eyes speak
We were truthful without words
But lies our words would seek

Your smiles betrayed thoughts untold
My eyes strayed as your tresses fell
Your curling lips painted a picture
That even long verses failed to tell

Your sweet admonishing look
Would make my heart beat afaster
In a silent room full of sombre people
We could share a hearty laughter

I miss those silent conversations, now,
My words don't say what they mean
Since my eyes've lost the dearest mate
My songs and tales have lost their sheen

Oh, would I would give my voice away
For just another dialogue eye to eye
In a conversation of our quiet ways,
Where silence speaks truth and words lie

-Gowrish

Sweet Memory: A Curse In Disguise (/When I Lost My Muse)

As the chirping of birds dies down

Making way to the drone of cicadas

I wake up from my slumber

Opening my eyes to the deep purple above

Blanket of sombre the sun leaves behind

I look around, I am alone; she is gone,

Is she gone? Or did I only live a dream?

I remember we played in the sun

Mocking his attempt to curb our exploit

The grass around me looks slept on

The stream we swam together in, is still there

Her scent fades around me; so, it wasn’t be a dream

 ‘Twasn’t just a day, wasn’t a week or a month,

She spent spring and summer with me here

Why then, pray, she’s left me now?

I resent that I know where this scene is going

While I look back and reminisce; I feel

The fluttering away of moments spent in bliss

In the company of the one too familiar to be a stranger

I see the distance growing, the path we trod filling up

With new grass, obscuring our path to each other

Is the memory of bliss a curse or a blessing?

For it brings a smile to the lips but a pain to the heart

For it's the knowing that you are growing apart.

- Gowrish

An Affair With Imagination (/When I Met My Muse)

It was a late-winter evening; the winds of change blew,

The moon had come out, on the canvas of sky deep blue,

It was moon of a happy evening, better than many before,

For it was the evening I met the one I had looked ever for,

Splendid, you sat before me, telling your tales in abundance,

I listened beaming basking in the blaze of your resplendence,

In that moment I knew, and told you of the good feeling in me,

But even then had no idea, how important you would be to me,

Here I sit, inspired, empowered by your part in my life,

Little need be said about the joy you've brought that’s rife,

An imagined smile from you, like sunshine in gloom, changes my mood,

If I be distressed, a memory of you will assuage ails; I guess it would

It’s a wonderful feeling of peace, contentment in many a way,

I cannot explain how or why, my love for you grows day by day

Whilst moments with you be fiestas, those sans you not; o’ my Muse,

I'll resent that moment this musing ends; ending your elaborate ruse.

-Gowrish

An Autumn Leaf

Separated from the joyous tree that held me
Wandering from place to new place, aimlessly,
In unwanted swirling winds I get caught
Landing at doorsteps of strangers not sought,
I am not alone, there are others in this place
Yellow, red, auburn; they drift in natural grace,
In windy heights, I see colors of dusk and dawn
Damp and forlorn I feel, when the wind is gone,
Losing my sheen and green every passing day
I harden up, turning brown, like potter's clay,
And end up among others piled up in grief,
To meet my fate; I am just another autumn leaf.


-Gowrish

Timelessness

From timelessness to timelessness

Into sheer weightlessness,

My spirits rise

To the warmth of your being

My eyes shine

To the glow of your face

Like dew leaving the morning grass

My fears leave me

I am at a new level of fresh awareness

That's what being with you has brought me

They say worlds are born

When someone walks into your life

Worlds that never existed

Until meeting with the person happened

You have destroyed, beautifully,

My old worlds

The worlds that were not meant for me

But leaving those worlds was not easy

Until you held my hand

To set me free

I seek to give you the perfect gift

A gift that reflects timelessness

A testimony to the timeless moments

Shared yesterday

And witness to the joyful moments

Promised tomorrow

Doth such a gift exist?

-Gowrish

A Wish

Bright as can be, colours abound

Carpet of green with butterflies surround

Tulips & roses sway in a  merry aisle

Sunshine whispers its quite arrival

A wish, the day never ends

Young laughter fills the air

Little feet trample the field without a care

Catch the sunshine in their palm

Playful smiles & serene calm

A wish, the  joy never ends

Gathered by the pond

Enjoying the family bond

Basket of treats by the side

Riveting memories with pride

A wish, the celebration never ends

Mares graze way in the distance

Beaming with content stance

Enjoying the hay and the breeze

Under the shade of the trees

A wish, the contentment never ends

Marvel at the miracle of nature

Care for beings to heal & nurture

Feeling of joy, celebration & content blend

Together in this treasure blessed

A wish, the miracle never ends

- Shwetha Prabhu

A Way To The Light

Dark thoughts surround,

As my feelings are drowned

A far cry I hear

In my mind's sphere

Isn't there any one I can call a friend

Why is the world  a cruel fiend

I wish I had a hand to hold

When my heart had a story untold

Like a cloud with a silver line

Along comes she with her smile & Shine

Wins over my heart & Soul

And her charms have my emotions unroll

With her warmth  & winning heart

She takes my worries apart

I have a soul mate  just right

I have found my way to the light

- Shwetha Prabhu

Two Sides Of Lonesomeness

It quite ironic how few moments of same lonesomeness can create two different feelings. One of

Fond remembrance...

Tumhare saath bitaaye hu(v)e lamhe, waqt ki shaakh se todey hu(v)e gul lagtey hain,
Jo tum mere paas nahin ho to lagtaa hai, main us gulfaam se duur aa chukaa hoon.

The moments I spent with you seem like flowers plucked from the branches of the tree of time,
Now that you are not around, I feel that, I have come far away from that beautiful garden.


and another of

Desolation / Abandonment...

Hamare gham se anjaan, hamari shikaayatoan se bekhabar, woh kehte hain 'kuchh ghair nahin'
Aur hum yahaan apne aap se jhooj rahein hain, ab to khair hum unko bataayein bhi yaa nahin.

A stranger to my misery and oblivious to my (unsaid) complaints, she says 'There's nothing wrong'
And here I am fighting with myself to decide, should I, perhaps, even tell her about it or not.

-Gowrish

Children of the lesser God

Children of the lesser God

 

Innocent eyes look into mine
Wide & weary without a shine
What have I done ? , seem to ask
To deserve a life where sun doesn't bask?

 

Clouds of darkness around,
Despair & desolation all surround
Misery from morn to night,
Life’s always been a fight.

 

My heart sinks at the plight before me
I realise the little one has no sight to see!!
Isn't God moved at the pain you prod
Or are these children of the lesser God ?

 

She says hope is all I have to live
Tomorrow will be better I believe,
Days will be bright
and heart will be light

 

“Come with me” I say, “dear Child”
You have nothing to fear & bide.
I will show you the world I imbibe
Lets explore the visions I describe.

 

You may not have the glimpses to view
But your heart is pure as dew
Where innocent thoughts abide
and Let happy moments reside

 

You are an angel of the Lord
Not Child of the lesser God

- By Shwetha Prabhu

Flower Of Passion

Flower Of Passion

My my! She's Red Rose, the flower of passion
Get nigh to feel her subtle sensual fragrance
Oh, bold and unafraid to depict herself
She enthralls her beholder with her hues n scents
Naïf, she may appear, a shy lonely bud, at first
Indeed, slowly, she reveals her talents
Layer upon layer, like silken petals
'Course, of which she has many; smart;

   you just need to be patient

If you dare to behold her and hold her
Amply, you'll be féted by her warmth, her charms
Treasure her, for her touch is soft and loving
She'll treasure you; show her you do too
For she's a flower of passion, she'll inspire
   passions in you; your passions for her
Sinewy, Red Rose is a flower of passion
Hold yourself, for, in no time you be lost

- Gowrish

When emptiness fills...

My world’s lost its colors n hues, it’s all a shade of grey,

Roses don’t have fragrances, red from blue I cannot say,
Words remain scattered, detached from their substances
Some things that used to give joy, are now just happenstances

Like food to an ailing man, living has lost its flavour,
I make effort but there’s no passion in my endeavour,
The morning has lost its luster, my evening not fuller,
The sun makes way for the dark, my hopes grow duller

Now, she uses her words with deal and forethought,
Her actions are measured, replies with sobriety fraught,
The glitter in her eye is gone, her smile has simply faded,
She says it’s all fine, but with anxiety and worry she’s jaded

My words that used to give her thrill, now give her a shiver,
Today, when I point at the stars, she only sees my finger,
Spark in the conversations is missing, banter is unduly refined,
What fate has befallen me! What direction this, she has defined?

Was I dreaming a dream then or am I in one now, again,
Why does life circle me back, right to where I once began,
How many times should I learn the same lessons, still,
That I cannot find fulfillment in moments emptiness fills.

-Gowrish

Woman, thy beauty surpass : A Poem

This Women's Day, I dedicate this poem to all the women who have touched my life or continue to.

Woman, thy beauty surpass

Woman, thy beauty surpass the beauty,
Of nature, whose you are the creation best
Nurture is your nature, eve,

From since when I was a seed at first.

You've borne me within and sustained me
Peace I found as a child in your warm breast,
Holding me as I slept and I learned to dream
You instructed me on respect, values and trust.

A welcome gift of life, from the same womb,
You played with me, fought, and you competed,
Taking both of us higher, as you inspired at times
Growing up, my upbringing you completed

Grappling with rules of life as I learned and schooled, you,
Encouraged me, as you taught; and got taught beside
I discovered weaknesses, built strengths as we
Chatted, frolicked, studied and raced side-by-side.

As I labour to earn my bread, you make it fun,
You lead, help, manage, collaborate, critique
With your thoughts, ideas, efforts and lending hand,
You help achieve the common objectives we seek

Destiny brought us together to nurture

Each other, help us grow and nourish our souls
You teach me ways to love and take care of me
As life partner, you share my hopes, plans and life's goals

As friend, you are always there, beside me
To help me get through travails with unconditional support
You are my partner, my advisor, my companion,

My muse, and at times source of soulful rapport.

Woman, thy beauty surpass the beauty,
Of nature, whose you are the creation best

They say you borrowed man's rib to get your form

But you give back so much more; we attest.

-Gowrish