Which time is better? Which season is better? Which companion is better? Which age is better? Were some of my thoughts as……
I carried my drowsy cherub on my shoulders cautiously walking in my garden so that innocence is not disturbed by my overstepping any cobble. The night air was perfumed by the queen of nights loyally growing by my dark casements and swaying with the mild waft of winds. I smiled at my babe, my grand-daughter, as she smiled in her dreams, making me wonder, do these angels also laugh and play in their kingdom of dreams?
Her head on my shoulder, her left hand holding me tightly around my nape, her limp body cozily snuggling, breathing her warmth onto my neck, made me hug this child from heaven even more tightly than before. Her vulnerability and dependance on a human whom she cannot judge pushed my stubborn heart Into caressing and kissing the soft cheeks of God’s miniature self.
I entered the creaky greased doors, tip-toeing to her satiny crib, laying my dew kissed angel who had been lulled to sleep on her peachy pillow. I lovingly watched overhead, enjoying to see my bud bloom steadily. With time, and in every season I will watch her grow of age till my companion will hold my hand and lead me into her kingdom of love.
Balveen Cheema has been teaching English for 25 years. It is at the ripe age of 60 that she started penning her thoughts into poetry. Being brought up and educated by her grandparents in a cosmopolitan environs of Pune and visiting her parents in rural Punjab during her vacations, she shuttled between the modern and rural backgrounds . A strong streak of romanticism with nature and rustic pleasures is evident in many of her poems. At present she is residing in Chandigarh and still enjoying her first love, poetry!
At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted
Far away from the world of love, hatred and war There is yet another world breathing silently Thats the world of love we call. There holds no boundaries No caste or creed Its purely emotions swirling freely. No land is
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.