Oh to be alive

She barely breathed, so they could sleep, she toiled all day, with ineffable glee. Her happiness lay in the little things, rejoicing at your first step, sighing as you smiled in your sleep.       There can be none like her, for she gave life to another.   She died a little every day, when someone hurt her little ones, recklessly.   She gave you wings and let you soar, she showed you oceans, waves hitting ashore. She knew when to let go and when to hold you close, she was and will always be the only one who makes you breathe. ©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap            

Copyright Neena Kumar In the morning light, imbued with colors’ bright, were spangled remnants, an artist’s delight. Had Heaven descended on earth, or had little elves visited last night? Brushes in hand, swishing nymph like, hues, perhaps from paradise. Yellow, ochre, crimson red, as far as the eye could see they’d swept, in a tawny tide. Underfoot too were traces as they’d tiptoed through the darkness, nimbly moving, arranging with the tiniest detail in mind. Is this autumn when, the trees shed their leaves?  Or is this spring, replete in fluorescent magnificence? Nature’s every colour, is sheer delight! ©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap A page from an anthology of my poems each one beautifully illustrated by a very able artist Neena Kumar, USA, (A friend too). This water colour is specially done for this poem…The collection is slated for publication soon. P.S. Felt like sharing, a leaf from my collection as a preview, as the world o...

There was a palpable calm in the air. Enveloped in deep reverie, he lay flat on his stomach, hands under his chin, watching intently. His eyes were glazed, seeing, yet unseeing. The only sound that seemed to break the silence was the chirping of a flock of finches that every now and then swooped down in droves, almost invisible in the desert landscape, mingling with the sand, feverishly pecking at the innumerable diligent ants scampering around. Further ahead, a bunch of playful mice meandered in and out of their burrows, as if frantically searching for some lost treasure. He moved again, just to rest his head on one elbow and to take the weight off his stomach. He squinted, trying to focus on an object that had just caught his fancy. He continued to look at it pointedly, but refused to budge from the shade of the scraggy tree he had managed to find in the otherwise desolate place. Unblinkingly, suddenly took on a new meaning as he gazed, gaped and finally gawked, all in th...

Terror is terror no matter who is slain, when will this mindlessness be reined?   There is so much pain, my heart is unable to regain its lost faith; yet I know for a certainty it takes a lot of courage to stand together, and cowardice to attack the innocent and wreak havoc when resolves break; In this hour of crisis across the border and elsewhere too, let’s be human for a change! Stand by those who lost an innocent child, let us pray together to end this shame… ©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap