Diwali Night

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Twinkling and fluttering flames
of myriad lamps and lights,
illuminate the darkest new moon night…

Millions of sparkling crackers
spreading brightness above,
festooning the caliginous sky
with heavenly might…

Oodles of vibrant lanterns
lined up in a row,
leading the souls from
darkness to light…

Feasts and gifts, prayers and offerings
to honour the triumph of good over evil,
the spirit of life,
swooning in delight…

Love and peace,
blitheness and mirth,
scattering everywhere on earth,
on this auspicious Diwali Night…

©Pure Reflections, 2018

Butterfly

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Under the glistening glow of sweet sunlight,
spreading across the azure sky…
From a dark and dormant chrysalis
emerges a little butterfly…

Liberated and transformed;
she unfurls her wings, delicate and dainty…
And flutterby, she flies
basking in the glory of her beauty…

Feasting on the sweetest flowers
Floating on the fragrant zephyrs…
She flaps her angelic wings,
cornucopia of brightest colours…

Dancing in ecstasy, pirouetting carefree…
She soars sky high, knows no periphery…
Embracing the change, leaving behind every sorrow…
She savours every moment,as if there is no tomorrow…

To embark on a new journey
To ride on a new road…
The humble butterfly
now rests in her humble abode…

 
©Pure Reflections, 2018

Droplet of life

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The Sun, today shines brighter
than ever…
like a blistering gigantic goblet
of fire…
gnashing its teeth in rage of
anger…
flaming and blazing in red-hot
attire…

Scorching heat and fierce ablaze…
as if the earth is baking in furnace…
Parched land, browning verdant ,
barren soil, deep turmoil,
mercury higher and bodies perspire…
indolent life keen to retire…

The luminous orb, inferno of gases
burns itself in the fiery flashes…
out of altruism and to spread
the wisdom
of rising again like a phoenix
from ashes…
and incinerate all the demons
lurking inside…
and value the tiny
droplet of rain…
droplet of life…

©Pure Reflections, 2018

Inner Beauty

selective focus photography of pink flower

The real beauty of a woman
is beyond any measure…
which lies deep within
like a hidden treasure…
which blossoms beneath the
veil of her pulchritude…
which reflects in her attitude
of grace and gratitude…

Deluge of love flowing
through her veins, oxygenates
her cashmere skin…
adorns her dulcet voice woven
with saccharine…

Her pure, effulgent smile
radiates the warmth of sunshine…
over the luscious locks of her hair
cascading down her slender spine…

Sparkle of dignity in her lucid
enigmatic eyes…
hypnotize… the gleaming,
stelliferous skies…

Humility and empathy embellish
her countenance..
as she wears and embodies
the vesture of elegance…

Most precious jewel is her
kind and caring heart of gold…
true beauty resides in her
sublime, eternal soul…

 

©Pure Reflections, 2018

Hope

Sun rise

With the crack of the dawn…
the dark, poignant night is gone,
where the innocent dreams die in
slumber…
and infant hopes shiver in thunder…

Yet still awaits, the mystifying mist …
lurking in the grey twilight…
the eerie darkness still persist…
even though it is not night…

As the smoky brume penetrate the
eyes,
vision is blurred,
obscure is the goal…
deluge of emotions,
inundate the soul

But soon the hazy mist will fade away…
and sanguine life will find its way…
As the sun, the epitome of hope,
opens its eyes…
yawns and rise…
stretches its arms wide
to spread the orange hue…
fragile hearts mend,
mysteries unfold,
agonies perish
and the gloomy darkness,
forever bids adieu…

 

©Pure Reflections, 2018

Perpetual Thoughts

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When the sun goes down,
and the darkness spreads…
the birds are back in the
nests…
the tranquil night casts its
magic spells…
the streets are deserted,
the silence swells…
And I lay supine in my bed…
my eyes are heavy,
my limbs are weak,
but my mind is still awake,
conscious with the thoughts
pouring in my head…

Thoughts, Thoughts, Thoughts,
perpetual, never ending,
lingering in my mind,
twirling like milky way…
echoes of my unspoken words,
ricocheting around the corners
of my mind,
I can’t get away….

Thoughts, Thoughts, Thoughts,
my own, very own…
never leave me alone…
dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn
flourish in the realm of my
imagination…
take me far, to the far off
star and beyond the endless
horizon…
leading to my obscure destination…

©Pure Reflections, 2018

Born free

dawn sunset beach woman

On the shore, by the sea.
barefoot, I wander…
staring at the little boat,
floating in the yonder…

I feel the wet sand, slipping
beneath my feet…
I sense the touch of zephyr,
gentle and sweet…

I smell the salty fragrance,
refreshing, intoxicating…
I behold, the allure of the sea,
so vast and endless
yet so serene…

I set my feet,
over the waves, crashing…
and take off like a bird
with wings..
I fly beyond the horizon…
where the azure sky
and the sea are one…

On the shore, by the sea,
I have an epiphany…
as I delve deeper into the
unknown…
I know, I am not my body
but the soul..
I am BORN FREE…

©Pure Reflections, 2018

 

 

 

Memories

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Memories are everywhere
here and there, all around…
in every nook and corner,
just as tiny pearls and sequins
scattered on the ground…

Memories, come and go
to and fro, in and out…
creating gentle ripples
all over, throughout…

Memories, so precious,
nostalgic, cherished and valued…
souvenirs of the past
companions of solitude…

Memories make us laugh
make us cry…
they are the fireflies,
illuminating the dark,
sombre sky…

Memories are the golden milestones
left behind…
the mellifluous symphonies,
the real treasures of lifetime…

Memories, some are
faint and hazy,
lost in the intricate labyrinth of minds…
some, bittersweet and wistful
buried deep inside…

Memories are everywhere
here and there,
far and wide…
Memories, good or bad,
they keep us alive…

©Pure Reflections, 2018

“When you are around”

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Life is a bliss,
And sure it is…
like a wonderous walk
through the rows of tulips…
when you are around…
You give wings to my
demure dreams…
and I fly, sky high…
when you are around…

Life is paradise,
And you are my godsend
blessing in disguise…
I plunge into the oceans of
your eyes…
so deep, so profound…
when you are around…
You are my star…
dazzling and bright…
you illuminate me,
I need no sun-light…
I sparkle, I shine…
when you are around…

When life is wintery,
you are my apricity…
you fill up my heart’s vacivity…
you are my soothing music,
amidst cacophony of sounds
And I am best of me
when you are around…
when you are around…

©Pure Reflections, 2018

The “little girl in me”

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In today’s world of
hustle, bustle and hurry…
I just wish to pause and
leave behind every worry…
And,
Sometimes I just want
to sit back and play with
the little girl in me…
To listen to her crazy stories,
plunge into the world imaginary…
To answer all her queries,
innocent and silly…

Sometimes I just want
to be with the little girl in me…
and relish the company…
To jump in the puddles, muddy
Fly paper planes from the balcony…
To chase the flittering butterflies,
and sing and dance merrily…

Sometimes I just wish to
pamper the little girl in me…
and sing her a lullaby…
To be happy for no reason,
roam in the magical wonderland
of fantasy…
To weave her a delicate garland
of daisies…
what an ecstasy…

Sometimes I just wish,
I look for the silver lining
and believe in humanity…
Just as
the little girl in me…

©Pure Reflections, 2018