The cowherd…

In the gardens of Vrindavan,
The red roses symbolizing the adorable cowherd,
Surrounded by the mesmerizing Gopikas in pinks and whites,
Singing, dancing, playing and shining bright,
Chiding and hiding, expressing and pronouncing,
The eternal love for their beloved Lord,
Aspiring and anticipating to receive His reward !!

 

 

A figment of my imagination for the pictures sent by my aunt, which act as a daily prompt for me. Hope you enjoy the flower series !

The Invitation…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A cluster of family members,
Standing tall, with head held high,
Their heart swells with joy and pride,
As they see their daughter dressed as a bride !!
The color of hope and sunshine,
Inviting love and blessings divine,
The bright fresh yellow roses, beckon,
Extending a warm and cordial welcome !!

Coffee with a twist..

Appealing lavender cups,
Holding some coffee with a drizzle of cream,
Every sip, transporting you into a world of dreams,
A dash of green ,
To add some spice to the bean,
Some freshly brewed cups, for uplifting moods,
Truly, one to inspire and serve as a comforting food !!

Am I Good Enough?

Mesmerizing, scintillating, tranquilizing beautiful I am, thought the rose…

As she looked into her reflection with delight,

A seed of doubt crept into her, and sent it a little root,

Am I good enough, Am I right??

The rose wandered with these thoughts and thought….

Maybe, I should’ve been small and fragrant like a Jasmine,

But a Jasmine is very tender and delicate,

Or maybe, vast like a Lotus,

But Lotus grows in the muck,

Maybe, I shouldn’t have had thorns,

Or maybe, I should’ve been designed differently,

Then  people would’ve liked and adorned me..

Am I good enough, am I right?

 

As she was wandering in the garden heartbroken,

Feeling miserable and forsaken,

She met the calm and serene, blissful chrysanthemum,

Merry and gay, on the way to the sanctorum,

Who paved the way for her dear friend rose, telling her,

Be the beauty that you are, for that is what you are meant to be,

Do not tend to the seed of doubt, for it steals the true self you ought to be,

And whatever be the path you take, dear friend,

We shall all meet at His Feet, in the END !!

I am good enough, I am right !!

 

In life, we often tend to play the game of looking good and get stressed, no end, until we find a friend, guide, teacher who steers us in the right path. An attempt to portray the same.

 

The Bride in Orange..

In the back drop of a dark night,

The bride dressed in an attire of orange and white,

The blush of shyness and coyness giving her a satiny glow,

Anxious feelings pounding her gentle, kind heart and thoughts overflow,

Oh, what a relief indeed it is, to see the radiant sun rise and glow !!

Parental Love..

A parental umbrella of protection,
Displayed to portray their shower of affection,
To shield their little one from layers of destruction,
Lo and behold, the shower of love and affection,                                                                   A spectacle of beautiful admiration !!

A tribute to all parents who nurture and try their best to protect and shield their little ones from difficulties and diversities of life, often going unnoticed. A salute to their selfless service.