At the break of the new dawn I stepped  out in open
Was stunned by the echoing sound of silence
Lost in the man made world,sadly, we look for evidence
He hears our silent prayers,yet ,we search for His presence
The blow dealt by sound ,silence ,like poultice -it heals
Always are painfully vocal -the tears shed in silence !

Silence is more powerful than Thousand spoken words
Has a lasting quality and dimensions of its own .
The sound of silence often reflects our thoughts
Leaves behind a trail of our shattered dreams and hopes!

The feel of the wind blowing past you
The dry leaves resting in eerie silence
The calmness surrounding the dipping Sun
The chilled silence of a frozen night
Are music to ears when carefully heard!

The world is growing at frightening rate and so also noise
No body talks ,they scream to be heard
The vehicles to a screeching halt ,music crying hoarsely
In the sea of noise is drowned forever life’s melody
The silence that communicates
The tilt of an eyebrow , the slight curve of the lips,
The clasping-unclamping hands of a bride,ruffle of her veil.
Stop a while and listen to the sound of deafening silence with-in !
   Copyright(C)Bhargavi Ravindra....8/7/2020

Was always fascinated as a child
As I played snake and ladder
A dusty piece of wood ...a ladder ...
Majestically stood there ...supported against the wall in the yard
A place for we kids to hide our loot earned hard
And weave our stories and plan our escapades.
Innocently I thought ,Once I climb the ladder
And be up there ,my hands can reach out to sky
Cup handful of white cloud ,soft like cotton ball
Pluck stars to plant in my yard
Steal myriad hues of colours
From the rainbow to paint my home brighter.
When I finally made it to the top of the ladder
I was petrified...was there all alone ...under the blue canopy
Far away from the earth ...and no way near the sky!
Sky looked ominously black...darker
Earth looked prettier n greener
Felt the earth spin and I tossed up in air !
Still the ladder fascinates me
It takes me up there , yet keeps me firmly grounded.
Every time life threw challenges  ..harder
One  step at a time  I climbed of the ladder.
It  has long outlived its utility
Yet , it is my ladder of hope and aspiration
I look up to the dazzling brilliance of the blue
A peep into the world mysteriously wrapped
My dreams .....neatly strapped !

Somewhere up there ....beyond the blue expanse ,
Beyond the clouds .....I have my hopes tucked in
Often  wondered at their versatility,grace and spender
Utterly beautiful ,soft and tender
Like smoky cotton ball ,blown to smithereens
Beautiful cloud in layers unseen .
Tiny droplets dance and jump in ecstasy ,I watch in awe our galaxy
These round pearls in eagerness ...to spill its bounty
The flowers bloom to the heavenly sprinkle
The cool breeze whizz past me ,I sense a comforting chill !
I see my hope nestled beyond the clouds- cradled in ,
My heart aches to see ...so desolate ..
A lone cloud amidst the myriad hues of evening sky
Lo and behold ! suddenly there is a surge
Thunder and lightening on urge ,carry  the misty cloud in a whiff
Sun rays draw a silver lining ...a master stroke of a maestro
My hopes cascading down spread an alluring aura....
I stand drenched to the core !
In that alluring haze ,my dreams ...through the night veil
Beyond the clouds ....choose to smile .
Copyright(C)Bhargavi Ravindra......18/9/2020

TOPIC: Lighthouse
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Oh my child ! The night is  dark n bleak
The waves thrashing reaching their peak.
The turbulence in sea is frightening
The nerve racking thunder, chill wind ,sudden lightening ,
The moving shadows casting their spell
What is in store who could tell.
Look at the lighthouse, majestically tall amidst rusty wind and tumultuous night
Beckoning passengers with flickering hope with all its might .
Life is nothing but all sea in its vivid shades
Calm, serene , turbulent, stormy,deep in varying grades.
As waves  rise higher ...accompaniment to sea’s grunted roars
The ship of life steadily ,determinedly moves towards the shore .
My love ! I shall be your lighthouse in the dark stormy voyage of life
Fear not the jittery and unwinding roads of life .
Shining my beacon of light across the rough sea’s steady strifes.
My ray of hope will shine big n bright chasing your fears like a missile .
your penchant for putting your sail in rough weather
And that grin that would last till courage you would muster!
Go my child !have faith in the heavens above ,row your oars
I , your lighthouse will stand alone till the day breaks and shove you to safer shores!
Copyright(C)Bhargavi Ravindra ......7/8/2020

The summer was notoriously cruel and harsh
Parched earth longed for that heavenly splash
Our bodies suffered horrifying burst of rash.

The air was ripe with the pleasant petrichor
The first sign of arrival of season’s first shower
Monsoon in tow with lightening and thunder.

Agonisingly bilious attack of scorching Sun
Breathed life with the arrival of monsoon
Pit-pat drops transpired to torrential rain,soon

The nature in her bridal -radiant and new
In the palanquin of clouds arrived her beau
Their divine embrace was a sight to view!

The tress reached out to sky to carve their niche
The streams roared,gurgled,danced in heavenly bliss
The Sun watched from dark layers - Earth rejoice.

The paper boats, umbrellas joined upbeat mood
Farmers sang in gay abundance nurturing food
Nature swelled with pride with rewards so good.

Yet,song of Monsoon is not always sweet and graceful
Earth’s hidden tears,carries a trail of stories so painful!
Copyright(C)Bhargavi Ravindra ......12/6/2020

I see a shadow huffing n puffing run behind the evening glow
Down memory lane, following my trail of thoughts, hypnotised I go
Those were the fun filled days of Summer ,with its thrills and spills
Happiness overloaded,worries overlooked...laughter loud and shrill.
Exams over,school closed for Summer ...Wow ..what a feel
Sagging shoulders now straight , smiles back with renewed zeal.
Can stay in till summer lasts...books in drawers,uniforms in closets
Out comes ....a riot of colourful dresses,bows,bangles ,bracelets .
Story books,board games,shuttle,bats,*****,kites ...multiple choice
Heated arguments,hugs,hand shakes,summer echoing silence and volcanic noise.
Cool drinks,ice creams,mangoes,parties galore ...lo and behold
Train journey to grand-ma’s village,biggest excitement yet to unfold
Packing,preparing a ‘not to miss list ‘with things a dozen to twenty
Boating in crystal clear water,vibrant paddy fields,tender coconuts-a pristine beauty.
Noons meant card games,Antakshari,juicy gossips -as old folks retire for siesta
On our bikes out to explore ...stretched before us endless vista.
lighting of lamp and recital of shlokas-a ritual must in the evening
Food cooked on  coal fire ..just out of this world, were lip smacking.
Nights brought stories to regale,folklore,music and dreams in tow
Days flew past ...time bang on ...to pack and go.
Jolted out of trance ..sadly I know ,the summers now have lost its shine
The youthful exuberance,fun filled summer will never ever be mine
The golden memories of past summers neatly packed I watch Sun go down in the valley
I get ready to welcome vivid shades of evening Sun ...tiptoe into my life...silently!
Copyright(C)Bhargavi Ravindra......10/5/2020

She yelled”Crush me, will gush out with vengeance more strongly as a stream
My desire to live and conquer will wipe out darkness like Sun beam
******* to smithereens ,but ,me bullied into silence? No ......never
No one ever pities me ,no one has the right to define me ........ever.”

He cried “ Take away my childhood but dare not ****** dreams from my eyes
Today I am victim of circumstances, tomorrow may hold a surprise
Discourage me every step of the way ,but,me stopped ?No ....never
No one ever suppresses my voice ,or strangles  my spirit ........ever.”

Born out of wedlock she is unduly the victim of tarnished identity.
Respect him for- what he is than who he is - don’t deny him dignity.
Let their innocence,youthfulness,exuberance be the essence of beauty.
Usher in a new dawn,sans bleeding hearts,throttled laughters and fractured society !

Girls are born victims of gender biased, so called progressive era
They are trapped in bottomless dark pits,yet,may be called Akira
They are victims of greed,need and misdeed of male chauvinists
Kids,marred,scarred,tarred,dumped for life, them who will uplift?

In our zeal to conquer we have all but landed on Mars and Moon
Progressiveness of civilised world,who decides it is a bane or boon?
A crying shame ,children are deprived of their innocent childhood Women,the torch bearers of society,who cares for the tears THEY shed ?
Copyright(C)Bhargavi Ravindra.........29/5/2020
Akira....A Japanese word means light, bright ,clear..