| Simplicity of Life and Season Emerging as a babbling baby, With bubbling rivers and gardens flowery; Spring encroaches uopn the Earth, Ushering in New Life and Sweet Birth. Bright childhood, innocence mild; Reflecting the smile of every child; Summer comes with sun's bright rays, Happiness of the heart brought to the face. Every drop, like pearl, falls with quenching speed, Like Youth's uncontrolled passions without heed; Monsoon with its torrential rains, Life's own joys and Adolescent pains. Autumn. Quieter and august in Middle age; All is sober, serious and sage; Under the dead leaves of analytical trance, Burn the orange-yellow embers of romance. Wizened and senile, bringing the grave closer by a mile; With a core of desires, innocent and infantile; Winter, snowy white before Spring and hue; The Circle of Life. Nature's subtle cue. (c) Vidhya Sampath-Giridhar |
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| Untitled What is love for me may not be to you I close my eyes and yearn for you This drama of life has many twists And at each curve I see your smile There is a storm that is consuming my being I cannot explain this turmoil inside me I feel a chill even when I walk in the sun I feel lonely when you are not with me I want more of you when you are around I call you often, only to feel the silence This has gone on for years and will go on forever We share a strange bond, you and I You are the giver and I beg You are the predator and I am the prey You are the Mother and I am the Child You are the light that shines in my dark hours And yet, you turn your face away so often And all I do is crawl back to you There are some things I want to say But when I hear you voice, all thoughts fade away I fear I am losing my mind I just want to be held by you till eternity What is love for me may not be for you I close my eyes and yearn for you (c) Vidhya Sampath-Giridhar |
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