The Gust

I shatter the lull and drift
The dry leaves and dust
Even inside the threshold
Because I am the Gust

Today I have brought
Cool wind of the sky dull
Sky has sent the message
Of the Rain's arrival

The sizzling Day living
In May has been told
But his Night is remained
Completely untold

Black clouds rule over Sky
I convey you renegade all
You will be responsible for
This upcoming rainfalls

Lightning threatens Soil
War has begun with Sound
Birds shall take shelter and
Cry with yelping hound

I carry the smell of lumps
Yet, it is pleasing to some
And they are unaware
Of what is about to come

S. Bharat

The Beauty

She was the artistry
Of the artisan
That they spent their
Hours to see

They lost themselves
Or the reason
After watching - they
Spoke with me

She was the beauty
Curing the pain
That they adored and
Could not part.

I was suggested by
One of the men
I should show her my
Broken heart.

With my heart she had
Nothing to do
She remained mute and
Unfeeling too

I realised I could not
Fulfil my goal
For she was the idol
Without soul.

 S. Bharat

Defining Beauty

"In being the beauty lies
Above all does rise
Through efforts and errors
Not before the mirrors"
- S. Bharat

Save Me

I quench thy thirst
And rear thee,
Thou consume and
Just eat at me.

Thou deaden a lot.
I expect fee,
Not thee to yield,
Come to knee

Solely I am thine,
I love thee
When thou care for
And save me.

When devastated
I will be, See!
Thou will also, Dear,
No longer be.

S. Bharat

The Roses

O, the Flowers lying
On the bed!
Never blame the Roses
That rise far afield and fade.
For they never lose
Their grace
Like the Flowers wilted
In the vase.

S. Bharat