Roses

Roses

 By Rajul Tiwari

They hurt the soul when they wilt,
they bind it too, by memories they built...
They answer for you, they question for me,
they talk standing in the corner of the room...
They enchant my solitude with the blush,
in company, they love to bloom...

The velvet faces, fill fragrance in life,
when everyone leaves, it lingers in the air...
I reach them to touch, as they call,
thorns itch through the skin, but that's a dare...

Many of them decked this corner,
and left dissolved in everything of this room...
They inhabit my body as my soul,
here, they are always young,
in appearance, they may loom...

All look like one another,
but together they make a view...
The man who plucked them,
says, there are many in the garden,
here, given are the few...

I decided to let them be a little away from me,
to live soulfully, they deserved to die in body...
I left that corner with a picture of only one,
Believe me, my space is still fragrant...

That's how roses taught me,
how to love and how to give...
Now, I know a colour can be your spirit,
and spirit is to love and let live...

I Smiled at You

I Smiled at You

By Rajul Tiwari

Once I knew that I am beautiful,
I needed to know how much...
So I smiled at you.

I found light in your eyes,
and more beauty surrounded me...
I am glad that I smiled at you.

No endearments rose,
no sparks were born...
But I wanted to feel, so I smiled at you.

A moment of love,
swept between us...
silently got treasured and I smiled at you.

You kept flipping through,
the pages I wrote...
while I stood there unnoticed, I smiled at you.

I know it was sudden,
when I touched your heart...
it is when you too looked up, I smiled at you.

When you knew that,
something has to be said...
may be revealed, but I already knew, so I smiled at you.

And when your eyes screamed,
your soul couldn't rest...
I had to leave, with remorse I smiled at you.

I should have known,
I shouldn't have smiled at all...
Still when I waved "goodbye", I smiled at you.

What Thou Made!!

What Thou Made!!

By Rajul Tiwari

No matter what we create,
nothing is more beautiful than Truth...
For when it comes out of pen on Time's slate,
we become a creation, and our creation a booth...

The flowing lights from the sky,
the flower to flower hopping butterfly...
The music rendered by a hiding cuckoo,
the peacock's rain ballet in his ecstatic tutu...

Rainbows forming with sun-lit droplets,
the dancing waters wearing infinite anklets...
The dew as the perspiration of the fragrant night,
left as a mark of love on the face of dawn's light...

The Gold splashed and burning hot,
touches the earth and blows away her chilly knot...
The sun-set in the mysterious mountains,
among the crystal clear ponds and fountains...

The stars peeping and winking with naughty grace,
the moon seducing the enormous waves...
All what life makes, All what makes life,
The truth is always fertile, always ripe...

Each day, brings all this to us,
each day tries to drain all the pain and pus...
Each season, heals a previous wound,
each season brings something newly bloomed...

We inhale the messages, when we breathe,
we avail all which they breed...
A work of creation, does it all,
what is not possible from combined efforts of us all...

I bow to thee, if only we had the creative eye,
to read and understand what thou made...
This is what all the chants and holy-books cry,
even after reading them, we remain not what thou made...

Unconscious

Unconscious

By Rajul Tiwari

Walking a tight rope in space,
It felt like a need to be a part of this race...
I was surrounded by nothingness and silence,
still felt a powerful guiding divine presence...

I felt light and spirited still wasn't confident to step up,
I had been till now following the golden lace...
which ended here and now, here is this rope,
I am in awe as I witness the vastness of Universe in grace...

All in motion, silently following what it was designed to do,
only thing which was overwhelmed and stationary was me...
Trembling with fear, I take a step forward but No!!
"HELPPP!!" I scream, and a hand gently held me...

There was a yellow shining planet on the other end,
But a voice told me,"You are not yet ready to ascend"
and unwillingly, I took a backward bend...
I sled down the aerial slope, broke through lighted crescent....

I could hear the wails of a newly born somewhere,
I could feel a force of calling...
I kept falling like a shooting star, till I reached here,
and my heart pained, I felt gush of warm blood rolling...

Opened my wet lashes, which looked like the same room,
Doctor held a baby boy in her hands...
So, it was he who was bonding, he who got me back from doom,
Doctor sweated as she was sure that I broke my breath-bands...

I fondled the little bundle and at once, it stopped crying,
he looked at me and I felt love, similar overwhelming...
I felt all my fear, all my struggle drying,
I felt like a new body, new soul, new being...

This magical celestial body brought me back,
this little enigma wanted me to tend to him...
He didn't only need my warm sac,
but also my heart-beats to send to him...

I named him after Pole Star as to what it brought-
a direction to my life, a life to my "self"...
A meaning to the conscious he taught,
and a journey through the unconscious self!