"In the garden built on a graveyard. The death of every flower added a little more life to the hearts of the corpses, buried deep inside."
~ Akshay Vasu
graveyard vines grow
death below life
necro neglect
Men defend
their mental status quo
even through a mortal neglect.
But here,
a rare deed
emanates from a girl’s heart.
She plucks
the puppy
from the crow beaks that carve death.
Resisting
the pessimistic voices around,
she tends to that stray animal hit by
an auto rickshaw.
Her virtue is buttressed
by her brother and friends.
Confidence illumines hopes.
The flickering life
gets steady.
Let these shoots of virtue
grow
in the parched world.
Inspired by a news clipping about the four children - Varadha, Vasu,
Ema and Aryan - who brought a wounded stray puppy back to life.
Rakhi to my brother
No distances can part
no bearing can breach ...
As tender strings of rakhi
I tie on my brother's wrist,
Send heartwarming wishes
to Illuminate those paths,
that we traversed together
Holding each other's hands.
He reciprocates with a gift
my fav he has always known,
Vows to stand by
In all thick and thin,
His pat on my back
and caress on head hearten,
Many nostalgic memoirs
recalled to brighten.
You my brother
I can always count on,
and lean on ...
Words fail me.
Those wonderful years
throughout my life,
spent in fun and pun,
Many blissful moments
some tears shed,
Laughter and scoldings,
Tiring little games
Homework giggles,
lovely vacations together.
Cute hard chases
around in the courtyard,
Climbs of mulberry
amidst beehives,
Winning brought cheers
while losing gave sigh,
Etched in souls
are memories so sweet.
You my brother
Rise and shine,
Wish be the best ...
bubbling as always,
Sparkle forevermore.
Written August 7, 2017
For my dear brother Vasu
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