Delight Poems

As he grew up behind the hill In a small village beside the mill Dreaming the dreams he had to dream He frolicked upon the meadows so green A childhood so sweet he lived upon Flowers and fragrance and the

This is my life, and I am watching the sky sitting on in this earth beside a lake, with a vacant mood; I think it’s the best time to feel the blessedness of this earth. A busy one can’t have

O, bemused mystery of wonder! You are the silver chain of fancy And evening mentor of joys high! And happy boon at noon Or midnight’s roaring void And wintery smile in moon? Or perennial source of ecstasy Or eternal source

Delight in a day that’s been borrowed to you Your life, a dream it’s given to you, all in a day you say thank you. The children their laughter heart melting and true. A thought that’s been given to you,

Today is conjunction of two seasons, winter likely wants to enter in the state of autumn. I am walking in the street and sensing the presence of winter. Faded field, dry wind just make the day mopish a little bit,

Return with good reason Oh fair weather season For the ships are sailing away Into the light of the new day Return fair sweet maiden Though your heart’s heavily laden For on this uncertain day Please hear me when I

My love you are like a kite in the sky Which but dances with the soft wind My heart is in all your colors to fly Now it is not possible for me to rescind Force of love takes us

Mother Earth lies least Mountain stands like her breast Peak is sharp like nipple Greenery covers, like eye of an apple Clouds cover the peak, like white silk White clouds spread, like spillage of milk Sun signals setting in the

‘Ma …..’ a tender mild wail of my lovely sleepy kid from her soft rutted wet bed dispels my drowsy mood transforming me to a ‘blithe spirit’ fluttering my light heart to resume my day afresh. Oh! What a tasty

If I could paint a world for you, my child, I’d fill it with the sparkle of new life With bursting buds I’d break the frosted ground And put an end to darkness and to strife I’d drench your ears

Crows, Mosquitoes, School buses, Crunch of snow Secured in my memory like the sound of your voice Morning fog on the lake, Fish jumping, Changing colors, Lake freezing over Secured in my memory like watching you drink coffee Mud, Cut

You hesitated relented finally arrived! Like the moody monsoon often delayed in the Indian sub-continent. Then  spreading delight and succour by a scented presence in a parched land and hearts craving for bountiful rains that wipe away the summer- grime

friends are someone.. who meet each other- to share joy and sorrow and celebrate happy moments together. here my friends-never I had the chance to see them face to face. we share a world made with the trust of god’s

It’s close to midnight, My thoughts are taking flight, Averse to my sleepy plight, Restful sleep would be a delight. My brain decides to spark, to ignite, Thoughts cluster like a series of kites, Now I imagine pigeons in tights,

Built to perfection, designed for comfort Polished warm brown, with cushions floral.. Often, admired a while, by those on road I waited a keen eye, to take me home… And then came in, a dainty inquiring lady Ah, but look

Never we had a chance To see face to face Never we had a chance To sit and talk side by side We live under the same moon We share the same sunshine Still we are from different places. Though

It was the middle of winter. A crisp white morning. Birds trilling in high pitched notes. Did their little feet get cold? I wondered, as I walked by listening to their sweet tunes. Deep in thought, a car horn peeped,

Reprise from the past, Bringing back missing notes, In my heart laden, Of quote and misquotes. Some are evident of me, Others remind me of a child, A mother’s favorite melody, On go.. or in a mood mild. A song

If someone says good days will come I welcome But feel that mine is in-depth a shy welcome For that great concept all have to be in everything good Peruse individually elements of goodness we should Everyone must decide to

Long ago, in lands known only from tales we hear, When stars were not yet named for any myth or bear, There thrived two kingdoms, one by King so fair and just, The other by a Queen whose herd and

Please promise not forever, not tonight, Remind me not a thing from yesterday, Today has joys for us both to delight, And places where we will feel best to be; So pledge me not the future yet to come, Nor

Drop by drop they follow to shower, Sometimes heavy and sometimes slower. From the high to the low, Feeling the earth and to flow. Sounding in a delightful drizzle, Healing the land dry to mizzle. Little children way to home,

Memories of old, flooding fast through my mind, some tinged with sadness and some, sweet sublime. A fireside reverie shared with eyes so bright, an audience of innocence and excited delight. The crackling logs on the fires of time, little

Some days are harder than others. For so many topics I’ve already covered. Where to start? Where to begin? Story to lose? Story to win? Epic feelings to make one cry, A tragic tale of a sad goodbye? Soaring emotions

Welcome,welcome,welcome, Welcome to Paradise Welcome to Nainital. A heaven on earth, Sun-kissed mountains. Yachting,boating on serene lakes, The charming lakes and splendid landscapes. The most beautiful romantic place, In the Lake District of India. Nainital is the Majestic Queen of

”You live in a queer world of dreams, Mr. Ahmed Turning odd imaginations to mere fancy words Bejeweled by baffling metaphors and similes That one mightn’t get the hang of with ease Why don’t you eschew the pesky rhyme rule,

I was turning Eight when I met him First in Nineteen Fifty Eight He looked to me so tall while for him I was too small His gentle smile and pat on my back sent me straight into dizzy heights

If time is gold, I rank among the rich, Much time I have, nobody bothers me, No school, no chores, all leisure without hitch, Untied with work, from obligations, free; Think you, that seems unwise, A life given to play;

A lifetime spent keeping life on track, Just to save oneself from any setbacks! No singing and dancing on life’s cruise; A ride without any fun, what’s the use?! Rather than comprehend nature’s truest gestures Better carry out wonderful adventures

When I first saw you, I shivered. My heart stopped beating, My eyes forgot to blink. With you, Life is nothing But beautiful! Days are full of dreams. And nights sleepless. I wish to see you, While on roads, in

Sprightly, oh! sprightly, the monsoon winds come, With promises of relief. Lightly, oh! lightly, the monsoon winds hum, The ordeal of belief. Hark me, oh! hark me, the monsoon winds roar, Sizzling to strike the earth. Darkly, oh! darkly, the

He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That

Mesmeric as a golden fawn, Running across a forest lush, Evident as that bright sun, Glowing then settling with a blush. Delicate as a feather of a humming bird, Calmly caressing before it flies, Curvy as a narrow path of

The surface rippled, Three pairs of feet plopped in And the tadpoles scurried To hide in caverns. Sighs of relief Brushed over the tiny rock pool As cool water Soothed sore feet. The tadpoles gambolled again, Silence drawing them out;

Follow the flight of a sparrow Shall skip, with peg as arrow Jumps from branch to branch Moves inch by inch Jumps from land to tree Singing so free Slide to lure his pair Glide to catch his share Floats

That song, so sweet, sweet music to my heart, Has played so many times to my delight, Or countless since the time my daydreams start, As they persist to also drone each night; It might occur that such a tune

A flight of inspiration, An art of imagination… It is a Kite of hopes That light up the lamps of lives ! Like a chariot of ‘Venus’ Drawn from horizon to horizon; Like ‘Jove’ the Swan Flies from earth to

FITS AND STARTS For a cold winter’s day When you’re, maybe, all sad and forlorn, Here’s a tale, Which, to many, may not be known. It may not be a mystery, it may not evoke fear, But it shall make

Clear diamonds would regale, by being rare, In glints, beguiling, by the wearer’s hand; Hell conjures in many an envious stare, If but this gem been plenteous as sand; And yet raw quartz, may lay uncut for years, Which also

I stopped and wrote a poem today, Some simple things I had to say, I don’t know why I wrote them down, Perhaps to smile, instead of frown. I’d love to share my words of rhyme, Let others read from

Dear Bird, my bosom friend, Preach me thy living-art Weaned of all wicked craft, Enable wash filthy taint, Unveil yet another phase, My own – still hidden- face ! Thus, living a truer life -To the content of heart and

Let’s be swans in another life, Stand in peace side by side. Touch one another with eyes, Look chaste and princely white. Purity we will symbolize, When we spread up to rise, Become envoys from the skies And sing together

Love Insanity It has no beginning, no end either Only an intrigue the ‘is’ its synonym She laughs on that state of mine Become mischievous, I will turn over new leaf Limit!That even reason seeks its foot prints For prostration

One it was though companions around yet No communications , due to its conceit may be, Nay because of being realization of enchantment of what it possessed, Possibly because seclusion it liked, The other day morning breeze as usual gently

Some moonlit nights have shone not very bright, This, sadly, I found to be so one day, Or was it one night, that held no delight, Could be because, love, you were not with me; Woe, this belief was augmented

How happy those, who free from care, Live life to the fullest, carpe diem Sucking the delight out of the air If only you could see them No worries, just forever contentment Simply living the simple life No anger, no

After the rain, I finally saw; Multitudes of tints in the sky; painted with myriad hues; a reflection of rays so vibrant; violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red, striking dashes of silver and gold; butterflies flutter, dazzled by