Milking

 

The big fat cows with their milk-bellies sway.

With long loud moos they burp the milk away.

Predawn comes the milkman in his blue van.

Fills it in bottles for all to display.

Freedom

 

To be where I want to be.

To say what I want to say.

To look like no one but me.

To act as the senses play.

To think without any guilt.

To do what I think is right.

To let no emotions wilt.

To not surrender to might.

When I hear those soulful rings-

I shall soar on eagle wings.

Ticks

 

My heart wavers often times

but it beats with solemn pride.

Mind churns melodious chimes

for thoughts have nowhere to hide.

As fate rolls its cyclic dice

emotions flip and unlock.

To know the wise from the vice-

the soul sounds intuitive knocks.

Let the life-cards play their tricks.

I listen and read my ticks.

Desire And Passion

 

With all my will I desire

but lack the might of passion.

I burn with the thirst of fire

but know not love from fashion.

For a false image I crave

which blurs with passage of time.

Where as fate embrace the brave,

and pursue the pure divine.

Desire is ephemeral.

But passion is eternal.

Bow And Arrow

 

Bow is moulded by the soul.

Its mighty strings tensed to roar.

Wood is curved and battle-rolled,

and would twang to bow or soar.

Arrow piloted by mind

headed to distant armours.

But its steel-eyes, feathered hind

might trail a path amorous.

A bowyer prides in his craft.

A fletcher juggles his shafts.

Rain

 

The scent of petrichor permeated.

The land readied for the pearls from the skies.

The muse of the drenched souls long awaited-

poured its heart out with melodious sighs.

Some souls danced in this shower of blessings.

Some watched it splatter on their window panes.

And the tall trees spread their wide leafy wings.

Cats and dogs chased in the slippery lanes.

The birds gaped for here fell their wonder drops.

The streams burbled with a sparkling vigour.

The valleys greened around the mountain tops,

and the echoes rolled with a new swagger.

Small paper boats swirled around in puddles.

And the sweet drizzle lulled us with cuddles.

Grape

 

And the vineyard buzzes with dark red grapes.

My mind and the soul exchange lustful gapes.

Here comes their crush - vintner the grape crusher.

And the velvety fruit juicy form drapes.