Poem90.Gratitude

Gratitude

Your handiwork pulls Oh! God,

each second towards you,

with perfection, the beauty,

melody of the life around.

How cleverly have you kept

the mist on the leaf top.

When the rain drops down

sweet music, tempts to dance.

Butterflies swirl around

green,yellow wish to touch.

The songs of birds makes me smile
takes me somewhere in a bliss.

Lush green paddy fields

laughing shooing in the breeze.

My heart goes out towards you

with so much love and gratitude.

Poem89.A Step

A Step

Can you hear me? Where are you?" The search for you has been ongoing, echoing through my inner world.

My voice resonates loudly, amidst green valleys and vast mountains of the mind.

Riding on thoughts, I've looked everywhere, yet found only pandemonium.

Confused momentarily, uncertain of what's right or wrong, unable to decide.

Now, taking a step forward, hoping it leads straight to you. Oh God, when will we meet?

Poem69.Oh GOD....You are great...

In my last poem I have prayed to dear God to run antivirus on me....He instantly answered to my request and was hospitalised and done a full scan on me.....Just today came out clean....Oh GOD....You are great......

Really God has made me clean,clean my mind eyes ears everything...

Now I can hear the world in its true beauty. Hear the music..see all of you and more over be happy to be alive ...................

Had prayed to god

for cleaning with antivirus

never thought will grace soon

just the next day morn.

Then ,

 lying down in the hospital bed

closing eyes and watching

I can see dear words

with wonderful dresses

floating towards me.

They danced before me

called me to wake up

made me sure write.

Compelled, took a book

a pen  was ready,then

they went behind a curtain.

Now if lie down, sure

will start calling again.........

Poem 67.Oh! dear words

Poem 67.Oh! Dear words

Words ,dancing around

one moment comes in front

Tries to capture, they vanish

ha,playing hide and seek?

before ,they were in order

but now  irregular

might be mad with me

for being not attentive.

dear ones,dont be angry

was busy and tired

wanted to play with you

but was not able to.

oh! dear words

you are my happiness

my way of talking and

touching  the, dear GOD.

Poem63.Plight Of The Fly

Plight Of The Fly

"Help","help" cried out the fly

from the cob web that was so high

oh! dears,please help me here

let me live, a little more.

Bee went by, cockroach passed

other dear ones also roamed

but, nobody helped not even tried

to help the poor, their dear friend.

fly thought- may be they didn't hear

so tried out a little more louder

he didn't think that even for wife

nobody will risk their own life.

For others who saw this plight

thought the spider got his prey.

Spider was happy was getting ready

to have a wonderful good breakfast.

But poor this fly was going through

that bridge between life and death.

Realised now that nobody will help

turned to God,with a cry like yelp.

At that moment the lady of the house

thought of removing the cobwebs,

took a long brush swiped the web

it was broken,the fly fell down.

came down hanging on a piece of web

reached the soft sofa safely,

removed the small portions happily

rested and flew away as a deb.

Again he was free, thanks to God

for hearing his prayers....

When our prayers are answered

we call God 'a dear' otherwise deaf.

Is this right?

Poem34.The Greatest Wonder.

The Greatest Wonder

Seven wonders of the world ,
the pictures when I saw,
'which is the greatestest wonder?'
the question arised raw.

All these wonders, so special

no doubt ,but then;
everything we see are miracles,
yet taken for granted.

Everyday sun rises east ,
the moon comes only night,
rain gives us water  pure,
the air only in earth.

God created universe
man  created his own,
God gifted powers unique
so he could be like Him.

If all these are miracles,
then what you call the man?
The greatest wonder of the world
who feels himself God.

 Written for Jingle's  POETRY POTLUCK -Magic & Miracles, Wonder & Wizardry

Entered for Jingle's Thursday poet's rally week 33. Click here to read other poets who participate there

Poem.24. Graph of Life in Beach

 Graph of Life in Beach

See above the footprints,
clear so in the beach sand,
One pair shows me there,
other belongs to dear God.

If  life reviewed ,from birth
as walk in the sand, the beach ,
the graph of life of  each ,
will be like this ,sure they match.

At times  see only one pair
then again find them there.
With and without company,
life moves on so cunningly.

Each second HE's with us
as a friend and our own guide.
At the face of troubles
HE lifts us in his hands. 

We are His so dear ones
HE  can't leave in troubles.
Only the best HE gives us,
and always stays with us.

Written for Jingle's Poetry Potluck 
and for Poet United's Poetry pantry

Poem20. Journey of Life

Journey of Life

From where we came,where will go,
 simple,but yet difficult.
 mother's womb,we can say,
But 'the life' where'd you get?


Look up that banyan tree
 from where  it came do you know?
The seed, for sure you might say
then break the seed and show me.

If you search for it heartlily
 will  get the answer for surely.
Energy,call scientifically,
Dear God ,we say fondly.

Yes, the supreme energy God,
from there we came,there we go.
Life a journey to , from God;
yes, of course, from  to energy.

Written for Jingles poetry potluck

Poem5. A Miracle

A Miracle

 Words, they come out of me,

in a gush as if rush.

I said sh......!  wait, am busy,

then they stopped and stared.

They had danced in front of me;

before, I wasn't aware.

Now they flow ,flow and flow,

like a river towards sea.

Transformation big that happened,

a  housewife turned poet.

God's miracle may you call this,

lazy turned creative.

Entered for Jingle's Thursday Poet Rally week 31.

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Poem4. My Mighty Man

My Mighty Man

With full heart I prayed to God ,

to give a partner friend.

With full love ,back HE replied;

with his choice, my husband.

Yes, he is my Mighty man,

the answer from my God.

But as the roses has thorn;

he has anger around.

With all the anger, swinging moods,

He is there for me,

Knew for sure that God has blessed ,

with His choice for me.

Yet, at times with swinging moods,

I do blame my Lord,

Thorns near so loving flowers,

why you give,my God?

Even though so loving flower,

can’t show your love.

For a moment if you don't care,

thorns will get to you.

Thorns protects from harm the roses,

a natural defense.

May be anger, God’s defense;

to protect,Mighty man so dear.

Entry for Poet United's The Thursday Think Tank - #20