The Stream Of Magnanimity 

With me every then, yet now 

In every footstep

In the tranquil flow of life 

In every dark and night 

When I ceased to flow into the streams of equanimity 

I feel you deep within 

In very little shifts 

When courage overpowers the eclipse 

And then the sun smiled in you 

Not in dark neither in glow 

I find you glowing in awareness 

Providing comfort to my soil 

Beyond erosion-

Spirited beyonce which kept on filling me 

In divine mellow 

And I embrace life in your love and care 

Being a river that keeps nourishing 

Blooming into blissful blessing

Truely within in the flow of magnanimity 

All bad poetry springs from genuine feelings- Oscar Wilde 

The Broken Chord

Feelings are the mirror of 

the heart 

Where emotions 

travel deep

Where a heart thrives 

and survives

It cries out of pain 

The broken chord of life 

oozes its fountain

They appear as they are 

over a piece of paper- 

Distorted metaphors of love

and its failure 

Sometimes they’re

soothing 

Sometimes they simply 

appear to be an elegy 

With intense emotions they 

fall short of words 

A Literary craft simply 

appears as a draft 

And the molten glacier keeps 

on floating aside 

Where numbness astride