tiny tear drops
hang from morning glories
awaiting suns kiss
Shall every dawn a gentle sculptor be,
That moulds the clay of thought with softest art?
As yonder flower, bathed in crystal sea.
Doth catch the light and teach the drooping heart.
From golden vein where dewdrops slowly trace
Their shinning path along the petal's curve ,
So doth the mind, in quiet, sacred space,
Absorb the strength that daily trials serve.
Teach it to trust the root that grips the earth,
Though tempests rage and shadows cloak the sky;
For in the bloom that drinks the morning's birth,
Lies power born where fragile droplets lie.
Thus shape thy soul as dawn's own hand designs--
Believe thine own bright strength , and claim what shines.
bright dewdrops rest on tender blooms of trout lilies, a gem to eye.
Before dawn while yet dark
Isit in silence inside my ark
tjat I can follow my mind
and discard the shadows behind
To venture a new passage and grow
with the wisdom I want to know
The bridge ahead is not difficult to cross
I have faith and strength that I will not loss
The route to my destiny I alone must take
With determination I will make no mistake
Before sunrisre I will leave the shore
to return to my birthplace once more
star-split diamonds
skate and ski over grass blades ~
fearless of the sun
Genesis 2
As the dewdrops slide down the tomato
Silent thoughts turn to you
How you love to plant a garden, eat
The fruits, but not a stew
God planted a garden for man
Man was given a command
To tend the grand garden planted
Now what happens to the land
Husband of mine still tries to tend
While scientist still mix
Potions to destroy the whole world
Then earth they can't fix
In the garden, dirt on your hands
You are content again
Out in the heat, sweat on your skin
Will you die out there in pain
Fragrant petals weep
Glistening beads of water
By sunrises kiss
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* \ | / \ * / dewdrops on the grass *
* * * \|/ tiny mirrors of sunrise ~ \|/
* * * thread light on green lace * *
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Upon a ridge, the echoes fade,
Mist drapes the dawn in silver shade.
A lone tree hums where whispers flow,
As dewdrops race the breeze below.
The seasons shift, the dream is past,
A fleeting bloom, too bright to last.
Yet in the hush where echoes stay,
A long-lost song still finds its way.
Joy’s like dewdrops on lotus leaf
If you know not life’s subtle brief.
It’s dawn if I open eyes,
If not, a darkling night,
The wise whose sun would not rise,
There reigns enduring blight
All along, life of buts and if,
Joy’s like dewdrops on lotus leaf.
Life’s echo spreads no far
Like haply chirping birds,
As footsteps on sands are,
As on deathbed last words,
In rivers as if flotsam adrift,
Joy’s like dewdrops on lotus leaf.
Here today or on mountain cliff,
Joy’s mirage, dews on lotus leaf.
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Rhyme |13.02.2025| joy, happiness, mirage
Note: In anapaest metre.
I believe in the whisper of wings
unseen but felt,
like a soft breeze brushing past
on the stillest of days.
I believe in the sudden glow
of warmth within
when shadows press too close,
when the world seems
too heavy to bear.
Not in halos or robes,
not in golden trumpets,
but in the gentle nudge
toward the right path—
a stranger’s kind word,
the resilience of a child’s laughter,
the steadfast light
of the moon watching over us all.
I believe in moments that shimmer
like dewdrops caught in dawn,
where grace lingers quietly,
unassuming, unnoticed by many,
but undeniable once found.
Perhaps angels are not
what stories say—
not celestial beings
descending in splendor,
but the hidden threads
weaving miracles into the mundane.
So yes,
I believe in angels—
not because I’ve seen them,
but because I’ve felt them.
In the quiet murmur of light,
before the world shakes the sleep from its eyes,
a symphony of shadows awakens,
dancing among the faded echoes of night.
Silent roads stretch their weary backs,
bearing the weight of dreams and forgotten footsteps,
while trees, ancient guardians of stillness,
weave their fingers through the soft breath of a rising sun.
Birdsong splashes in the crisp morning air,
a gentle reminder of time's unending march,
as clouds drift lazily,
drawing stories in the vastness of blue.
Here, in this quilt of beginnings,
every blade of grass is a secret waiting to unfold,
each dewdrop a universe of endless possibilities,
cradled in the palm of this tender, fleeting moment.
A world stands poised,
on the cusp of its own opening,
as I watch in reverent silence,
another day unfurls from the whispering dawn.
Goodbye, Legend!
It's too hard to bear,
It's too hard to live,
Without You !!
Today sky is crying, so does the ocean,
Temple bells are ringing the saddest tune!
Nothing will be same without you,
Without you, Without You!!
Raindrops are whispering our story,
Dewdrops are quivering on Lotus leaves,
I can't let you go, Darling ~
I haven't told you how I feel,
How do I bear the emptiness,
Teach me the way you lived!
Nothing will be same without you,
Without You, Without You !!
The night was filled with mist
while sparkling-blue dewdrops hung in mid-air ready
to be kissed.
Lucent, they danced
in a celebration – heady,
entranced.
Ablaze
in a steady
haze.
The night was filled with mist
in a celebration – heady
haze.
Corruption’s gate the many swallows
Few at all can pass the test
The time for preaching is at midnight
When the dream stirs in your breast
But at the dawn when we awaken
What is then that need be said
As day returns in simple wonder
All as one we break the bread
And from the sky a rain of blessings
Gods and demons join the feast
To eat with joy the heart of sunrise
And as light to find release
And so it ends right where it started
Melted by Old Sun’s embrace
All our efforts now all exhausted
Vanish there and leave no trace
(Spring, 2022. Originally published in my sixth book of poems, OUT OF TIME OUT OF MIND, 2022)
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