the bells chimed
my feelings like a melody
intertwined
the roses stood tall
my heart's emotion on it scrolled
the sweet fragrances spread
my thoughts I wove it with a sacred thread
the eyes spilled a tear
my mind's  restlessness hidden behind an opaque sheer
-Anju

Few things lying on my table
a yellow scrap book
a gold key
and an empty photo frame
things that were tangible and could be counted
but what was intangible
were my feelings
I could not measure them
But I could sense them
solvent and velvety
soft and whispery
Teary and stirring
like clouds with little drops of rain
refraction of my subtle emotions
on the horizon
shimmering like a *** of vivid colors ....

She held a little pink porcelain cup in her hand
and sipping her tea slowly
she started writing something
in her green book
today the clouds were sparsely scattered in the otherwise grey gloomy skies
And the little bird did some sweet singing perched prettily on a branch nearby
harmoniously singing the song of life which caught her attention
moments are always fleeting fast
the cold dark winters are soon going to give way to summers
nothing remains the same
love is not lost still to her
she never wanted to once lament over her sad feelings
she knew such feelings were sometimes betraying her eternal hope to live in love
they were just meant to surpass in an instant
so she could dream
dreams brightening her face
like the soft clouds spreading vastly over the green meadows
as it they were gently cascading
from the river of life
she knew that in these subtle whispers of emotions
and amongst these fleeting moments
she had a good chance to survive.
-Anju

Fluidity in thoughts
Merged in magnanimous twilight
The surrounding sensuous fragrance
Entwined in the flowing cascades

A dark hole
Piercing with a precision
On the orbiting celestials
Gathering an unbroken momentum

Life is on a timeless movement
Silent and withdrawn
Spaces become larger
Thoughts shrunk to being Unknown.
-A-

The plain paper was about to turn into a page
but not as yet
not before the tiny little stories
were to be added
they had to be edited just right
battles were fiercest
when the mind rolled into doing things
an emotional storm building at the horizon of a new dawn
I peep through the tiny window
of oppurtunity
the golden rays merrily sun dancing into my eyes
welcoming me aboard to walk the red carpet of millennium miles
the treasure at the cove
was yet to be explored
a big room full of lighted bulbs
each hinting me to stare and pose at them
I needed to hurry up
and turn this into a glowing pen
merging a hope with a dream
awakening all sleeping doors
silencing all distressing screams.
7.2.2015
-Anju

Contains my favourite verses
With A Certain contented emotions
My red ink re -instates my devotion

A few alphabets I utter
Some I frame with a Metaphor
Untiring
Undenying
Feelings I mutter

I do not want to rest
I want to continue my quest
I want to write to my best
Like a soft feather
I want to be a part of a wing
And wrap each precious feeling around my finger like a ring .
-Anju

Patterns were forming fast
unstoppable
flowing rapidly
like a water stream
a purpose with an integrity
they weave themselves with humility and compassion
connected to earth
touching every soul on its way
they were like a balm
for many wounded souls
making a righteous living
for all living
they elevated the hopes curtailing their shrinking
humanity still had a chance
to survive
the relentless massacres
were to be stopped
the patterns formed little hearts
entwining the world into
a crusade against
violating the
freedom of expression
of mankind .
-Anju