A Splash of Joy !!!
**ITS ALL ABOUT REALIZING TO LOVE YOURSELF !!**
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Wednesday, August 29, 2012
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Saturday, March 12, 2011
Curled Up Love !
I open my eyes to a dark eerie morn
Checked the clock, it was crack of dawn
My glasses were around I had a feel
The sky outside still dark steel!
Sat up, few moments to blink away
Watching an angel beside me lay
Quite, curled up on the edge of the bed
Ah! A little frown on her forehead.
Her heart faintly beating ceasing the lull
Antonym to my heart now a thump dull
Her fragile limbs drawn so close,
Prior to light the petals of a rose!
For a brief second she opened her eyes
Deep, mystique, green a surprise...
Peeping through, she found my lap,
Bound me into a subtle trap
Gently I lifted her hand and kiss'd
My heart still skips a beat at this...
Every morn now I sit up to blink away
Watching an angel beside me lay!
-Appy H. Purohit (25/2/2011)
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
The Boy On The Side!
A bench under the window sill
Occupied by a boy rather timid
The sky so bright the lawns so vivid
The world outside, so much a thrill
They said he was different
Rather called differently able
A note lay on the teachers’ table
“Lost his hands, calm but valiant”
Parents killed, arms cut
Tried hard but the doc said sorry no luck
A life on bread makes his own buck
But a smile plastered to the face, struck.
A true fighter a survivor he was,
A student amidst all on the side bench
A thirst he was waiting to quench
Yet a smile, yes that silent applause!
Always mocked at but that didn’t matter,
A world of forgiveness no further to explore
Not a fist to clench therefore,
A smile out of the window sill to scatter!
-Appy H. Purohit(15/2/2011)
Friday, February 11, 2011
Learning to live !
Is learning to survive more important than learning to live?
Food for thought not more than a distant dream,
Distant loud cries no longer give-
What when sad sobs could silently scream.
A further mile when forced to walk
Let out a shriek when saw His kingdom
In battered ruins lies floating in the loch
Too withered too weak to enjoy the freedom
A life of his basic needs deprived
He lives without a complaint
A lamp in the distance lives on twigs dried
God’s creation, maybe the last saint
Will fight his way, he has hope
A feeling so strong, so full of bliss
A seed into a plant he will develop
To live, not to survive, will smile amidst
-Appy. H Purohit(26/1/2011)
A Perfect 10 !
To be perfect it doesn’t
Always have to be a ten,
Sometimes where you haven’t
Searched, is where you find Zen.
The farther I am from the horizon
The sun does not get any smaller.
It’s his mercy in the Warbler’s song
Every step in a direction, is nearer
To be perfect you lose the real
In that race for the ten,
It’s just a number not a meal
Ah, forgot to say Amen?
Any number can be a ten
What counts is smile that appears
On your mom’s face, just when
Proud eyes roll out tears...
-Appy H. Purohit (31/1/2011)
Reminisce
Wake up to a wishful morn
A sinful day to follow
Alas it’s a night again
But soon it will be dawn
Pull a jumper from the rack
I know it’s on the edges torn
But you shall need it
When the summer winds are gone
Just as the sun beckons to call
Morning air fills the den
A sip of coffee and all’s forgotten
Long lost seems the dawn
Work! Work! Work! Shouts the head
A devil seems to be born
The office walls usually so quiet
Now seem to take in no more
Parks are empty children gone
You wonder where it all passed
A sandpit, a swing, a life
For This was it forgone?
Keys rattle the door opens
See the four poster where you mourn
A night full of tears awaits
I see an angel beyond.
A tear blurs your eyes
Let it go beyond
Followed by another cry
Let it remain unborn!
-Appy H Purohit (03/02/2011)
A Life Truly Lived !
A pebble rolled in a leaf
Floating on muddy waters
The sun burning high in grief
Poor thing, overlooked in disbelief!
A slow tumble a calm rumble
The leaf began to open,
The pebble in a stutter, a fumble
Brown now, the leaf began to crumble.
Holding on to dear life,
Tormenting for the first time
A little pebble in strife
With the world, a heavy price
Bidding the charred leaf goodbye
It is lost in muddy waters
No longer does it fear a flare high,
Gone forever in the blink of an eye!
-Appy H. Purohit (6/2/2011)