SUMMER STORM

A sudden roar of lions unleashed
Flashes cleaving the sky
Drops of life in fits and starts
Savitar, do bid me goodbye.

For existence may be your slave
But do you want to be a lord?
Binding us with chains of temper
Releasing streams of latent discord?

Farewell is not my heart's desire
I long for but a brief respite
An oasis in this raging desert
A temporary lapse of light

So go Savitar, go walk awhile
You need moments of leisure too
And then when you return in your glory
Arms outstretched we will welcome you.

The World Cup

THE ROAD TO VICTORY

In a land of dreams

A little boy

With a stick of wood

His scrawny arms

They swing to shoot

In a country full

Of hopeful hearts

They stand as one

In whatever else

They have been apart

A study in saffron

Their eager faces

Their palms of green

Raised to bless

Their sons of soil

And with them

They also toil

The winning stroke

It blazes through

Victory at last

Has flown to our boys

On golden wings

Where every feather

Was perhaps the stone

From every little boy

In a very small lane

When his scrawny arms

They swung to shoot.

With a whisper beckons the spring
A billowing breeze wafts by,
Bearing mystic sounds and scents
The vestige of a yearning sigh.

The urge to soar above of all thoughts
And inhabit the world of dreams
Paint it with a myriad shades
Weave a story in each theme.

But where have all the stories gone
Did they fade in grey shadows
In the relentless carnage called life
Did I demolish my green meadows?

Out of the window I dully gaze
Waiting for a spark of inspiration
To my surprise what awaits me
Unlocks my dormant imagination

Bathed in soft iridescent light
Among leaves gleaming velvet green
Dwells the king of scented blooms
Filling a unreal yet ethereal scene

The white sheath of petals enclosed
Yet their fragrance cleaves the air
Mellowed by the shower of light
Their message is blatantly clear

Break the chains that freeze your core
Inhale the exhilaration in our scent
Let the magic flood your senses
For your dreams are not yet spent.