Valentine’s Gift

Bouquets of red roses;
the heart melting proposes;
overwhelming love cards;
poetic expressions of bards;
burning desire of proximity;
the air’s sizzling in the city.

Valentine is the time
to say, ‘You’re mine,’
and look into the eyes,
where all hatred dies,
which always want to see
your face glowing with glee.

Hold the hand and share
the love, admiration and care
that brought you so near
and wiped off all fear.
Immerse in the embrace
that effaces time and space.

Limerick Time

Roses are red and violets are blue.
Love is wonderful when it’s true.
But keep my warning.
It made Prince Charming
run in his palace holding Cinderella’s shoe.

There’s no limerick without a pun,
rhyming trios and the element of fun,
the Duos with subtlety
placed within trinity
and the finale like a bullet from a gun.

Luring Resolutions

Merry Christmas is a wish
not merely to say or give
but to relish the cosiness
of the lingering reminiscences
from the year that’ll be history
in the life’s story.

The shining star will bring
a new hope for heart’s string
that looks for love and peace
in every notch or crease
and reassure with the kindness
of the merciful divine presence.

Let’s stand in unison
with the luring resolutions
to comfort the trodden,
make all happy, and strengthen
brotherhood, love and compassion
in the new-born year’s expansion.

This poem was written in response to my tutor Esther Newton’s weekly writing challenge, where I’m a regular writer. It can be found at

It’s Time

It’s time to peruse,
chuck out the repulsive,
but retain the edifying.

It’s time to cherish
the goodness of the world
and preserve the gratifying.

It’s time to placate
the heart that was injured;
take a step for parleying.

It’s time to spark the hope
for the beautiful year ahead;
the time for partying.

Happy New Year to all!

Unshakable Roots

Life changes with every minute, day, and year; so do we!

My innocent eyes once used to look at the torrent in the grown-up eyes, the silent grudges, the devious words, scornful snigger, and wonder, “Why,” only till I started following the same path. I never realized when I scuppered my soul and stood in unison with iniquity.

But as I sit in my present, turning the pages of my life, I realize the importance of the roots; the unshakable roots that make us stand upright in the blustery tempests.