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