The other day I realised one more time
The inconsistent and rapid beat on the monitor
I believed it was just my grandmother being happy
I sat there fixed on the monitor as my mother had asked me to
I felt something strange
A joy, an unknown pleasantness embracing grandma
I saw the smile break on her lips
seeing me patient and keen
Though none was there I saw her face
The smile my parents could never see
I was privy to her sole ecstacy in that hospital room
Immediately I too began to smile
Knowing she had befooled her children
To get this much attention
In comfort and love she lay there
With her loved ones beside her
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
I have hardly seen her once or twice, yet I remember her capturing face,
patiently she waits for her the local bus everyday, beside the old banyan tree,
but that day I did not see her.
I kept wondering all sorts of things but then I left it,
as i sat for my evening tea it occurred that her face appeared again in my memory
I looked for her beside the banyan tree yet there was no sign.
Out of my curiosity and recurrent thoughts about her I stepped to ask
who the girl was in the nearby roadside tea-stall
to my surprise the vendor just passed the local newspaper
I stood there blinking and shocked not able to grasp
On the front page in bold was written AN ACCIDENT NEAR THE BANYAN TREE at 6.30 am
I could no more fathom that she had visited me before she left this world
She could not tell me yet she made me think of her through unknown emotions
I wonder she too missed me that day standing beside the banyan tree.
© jasmine fernandez 2016
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC
On the door step,I sat looking out
Out into farthest distance as my eyes could carry me
Me, is it possible at all I wondered
As I wondered a strange apparition broke out in the sky
In the first instance I shuddered to think it was real
It was real, a live unicorn
A live unicorn beautiful and showcasing it's strength and majesty.
© jasmine fernandez 2016
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 2:22 AM UTC
When the streets turn dark
Someone holds out a lamp for you to walk through
You follow its flaying light till the end and no more it can burn for you
You turn and suddenly realise it's again darkness
You walk on and step on stones and pebbles
get hurt on the soles of your feet When the streets turn dark
Someone holds out a lamp for you to walk through
You walk too far to realise the lamp is no more there waiting for you.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 5:25 AM UTC
every second passes ticking with it my heart keeps throbbing
up and down
my mind speeds through a jet to catch hold of moments and memories that seemed to last for an eternity
stopping at certain intervals lingering with pleasantness and some with a quick step forward avoiding a pervading melancholy
breathing increases every moment trying not to loose hold of my body
thoughts cloud me to just stretch my every moment of presence here in the now to take charge and foster virtuous deeds
trying not to focus it but it encounters me in every step that i take
reminding every other thing i do with serious consciousness
every fresh air i breathe for the first time seems so precious
all the vastness of love seems suddenly never enough to enjoy and return
i encounter its shadow crouching beside me every other motion i take
a footprint accompanying my every deed and word
i feel so much indebted for all and grateful to experience all that i could not have had i not been given a chance.
still staring outside i am slowly preparing
to leave everything behind
to part-with all my luxuries, abundant gifts
and still be happy and contend when i look back
if ever it is possible.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 7:02 AM UTC
When you can feel it, but unable to express it
When you cherish it's softness, the tenderness from which it comes
Yet pleasurable to experience more of it,
Because if it is never experienced there is no love,
The beauty of love is pain,
Both intermingled and it's so subtle to differentiate the two,
For the Harmony of it brings the rhythm
The missing and the pain, the feeling that it can never be consumated yet the in depth of heart it still exists
It is a melody a very slow one without which I would never live today
It's the memory, the shared little things that holds me together,
The knowing that you are happy at another 's hands is itself a joy
For in your smile I live
I live in every thing you do,
The care you give, though I may not be there yet it is so wonderful to know you cherish the values we shared together,
Every little mistakes we committed and corrected and the coordination with which you made me write a story
A story that has so many colours
And for bringing back to life
The energy and the zest for life
The little things you told will itself sing as a song
For in that song lives a life
A life that wants to still live
For in your happiness I live.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
Holding the poetic sword
Started reflecting on the much-divided heart
Into a brain storming question
Should responses be elicited
Or simply succumb to a passive slavery
Heart unleashed into two divided answers
One to confront with strong resolution
And the other to run away in steady flights
Duty towards society beckoning
Fear of being judged resisting
Mind unfurled its reasoning and logic
Voice it on one side and no you will be nailed on the other
Emotions played its music on
Be a humanitarian it sung its song
No you will get entangled into a web of trouble echoed logic self
Confused the body stood still
And then performed its decision
Interrogating such a response
The heart and mind stood in reconciliation.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
let the wind wash my face
I want to live for a moment
pause and take in all
that life has to offer
let the seas send its message of love
I want to hear it again and again
slow down and hold in my arms
the message of what is the purpose of my life
let the leaves rustle
to produce a symphony
of the secret of happiness
I want to skid a bit and enjoy its beauty
let every drop of rain touch my skin
revealing its texture and feelings
that reflect its transparent quality
refracting the wonder and beauty of the world
let us move our feet to feel all sand under our feet
and consciously know the different particles
variety richness of its finesse
and admire the great art of the creator
let us move on
exploring and enjoying the richness of the world
find out the purpose of our lives
and remind ourselves again and again.
let us love ourselves and take a little time off
a little drop of everything
the softness of flowers, the fragrance of the earth after the first rain.
let us remind ourselves to move on but love ourselves a bit.
let us love, love a little
take our time stop to pause
and love ourselves and reflect our love for others
let us move on and fall in love...
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC
Take a few steps to make a high leap
Fall many a time but get up and continue
Hop a bit, stroll a bit, run a bit
It's not the method that is important
However tired and shabby it becomes
Life is a quest to learn new things
Each time you fall and get excited
When new chapters are written
But in this infinity path the little and the great trials matters
As each polish and mould every thought we take
While still making evident the wonderful and diverse pleasures of the world
To be perfect is an utopia but to strive to experience variety is a quest a longing that stretches and pushes us towards the meaning of life.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
Thank you all....for all valuable criticisms and liking my poems which edges me to write more..
Thank you once again....
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC