Tuesday, May 26, 2009


Engrossed - while rocking the cradle
Soaked in heavy sobs
In haziness - searching further...further...

Singing lullaby to this 'Silent Listener'
Plucks dreams from amongst piercing thorns
Bleeding words of Love, dipped in droplets-
…And the ‘sleeping Tragedy’ spreads its feathers.

Feels the first pinch of this vulnerable.
Wonders at the first steps of this little devil
Towards...its destiny
towards... the door.
...Now hides itself behind the gate.
Chuckles - Blinks - and Gone.

And Mother
Spreading arms of desolation,
Bearing this Ordeal…
Still waits for this "Adherent" soul.


The Golden Heart said...

wow wow wow

friend 4evr said...

i hav no words 2 comment on these lines,
its a WONDERFULL!!!!! creation abt a mother

Navchetan Singh said...

I really love all the work she has done,, the poems amazed be with the kinda intensity they have,, rocking work sys... kepp it running...

Swarnjit Savi said...

very nice expression , immpressive indeed !