The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by S.S

 © Shilpa Sandesh, Beads of her thoughts, vigorous and profound; Entwined in the string, Of her poetry; Sometimes uncanny and bizarre, At times prudent and mature; This is her, Or is this me?

 © Shilpa Sandesh, Oh Brother I say, My pen would one day, Would splatter its ink, On paper, Into beauteous words, A poem on you! My dear little sister, he says, I am not among those thieves that you can know and write, I am among those cats, That you ought to envision, and scrawl; Imaginations run, And I envisage, My brother you are, My teacher, My preacher, My guardian angel, The bearer of courage, My comfort, my solace, A support that liberates me, From every stumble; You are humble, You are meek, Your heart is gentle, Encrusted in, A tougher shield; Oh little one he says, You reduce me to puddles, I wish rains change, to a downpour, So you do not see my tears, Breaking banks like the Ganges! My dearest brother, those tears are precious, Priceless as pearls, Let them not break The perimeters, Or I would get shattered, I would be washed away; You have been through enough, You have observed a lot, It's time to rest, It's time ...

 © Shilpa Sandesh, Tramping through the woods that be, The path I stride on, Diverges ahead of me; A loud voice I hear, The first lane proclaimed, 'Come, saunter forth, I am the trail, Of happiness you dream' Louder promulgates the other byway, 'Come, tread onto me, I am the course of struggles, that He has set, in your destiny' I stood aghast, In a dilemma that be, Whether to relinquish And quit, Or to traipse on, And take my chances! My heart yelled, For a facile gaiety, Mind howled, 'Exultation lacking struggle, without any scrambles or stumbles, is ephemeral, it's cursory and fugitive' And so there was, no more predicament, No more muddling, And I chose to walk, On the path of struggles!

 © Shilpa Sandesh, My eyes rested on a little child, A rustic self, and a bundle of delight, Exuberant and euphoric; Curious, agog, inquisitive, the tiny tot bent down on his knees, Seeking and striving to envisage, what the billy was doing! Oh sweet child! That is but a reflection, An image  Of your mother and you; She, who has nurtured you, with her milk, with her blood, with her sweat, leaving aside, her sleeps and her rest; Oh sweet child! Let your innocence be forever, Let that novelty be forever, Let those glittering eyes Be filled with demure forever, Let not the world outside, Bury the purity of your heart, Of your beauty inside; And I pray for that One Spirit, God, personified in mother, Be always with you, Be at your side forever!

Playing solo in this unpretendable game, I have forgotten what it is to win ; but I am no exception, I grin, I blink and begin ; stakes are high,  so is the rising fate's mist ; this game of Life,  is sometimes about taking the risks.

 © Shilpa Sandesh, Because I love you, I don't mind being patient, Because I love you, I don't mind taking naivety, Because I love you, You are all that I ever think, Because I love you, I have begun dreaming again, Because I love you, I have learnt to live with the pain, Because I love you, I have become compassionate, Because I love you, I am who I am !

 © Shilpa Sandesh, Those dungeons of sorrow, And the darkness of ill fate, The fowl whiff of burning hopes, And those blazing hollow lands; Exhausted and stressed, Trying arduously to strut, Her destiny drags her back. What are those glittering somethings? She espied some glimmers, How happy must she be! Running breathlessly, Hastening wheezily, To get hold of, those glistening objects. She perceived them to be, the stars of happiness, Least did she know, Those were the memories, the remnants of which lay scattered; The impressions so beguiling, So beauteous, So gleaming, That even the pieces, lay twinkling all over! 'Oh! Where are you?' Says she, 'Hold my hand' She pleaded, 'Pull me out of this fury' She cried, But her voice was unheard. Repressed and downtrodden, by her destiny, She laughed hysterically, 'I am no princess, and there is no Savior, No prince of the distant lands, Would come to rescue me This fiery...