The Hermit
On the bedding of sea, many waves lay,
tis unhurt, unseen, with inhibitions to sway.
Living their days in peace & calm,appeal they make in dusk & dawn.
Their temper swings
with blow of shocking winds.
These turn into tides,
through currents on rise.
I also clogged all my doors
to avoid heart sighs & to take respite
from those who can expose
to untrue world living in malice.
Tis not maintained for long.
She closed, opened all the doors
to make dance spirit singing on her songs.
Pierced through small beams,
she made me envision the open eye dreams.
Tis not maintained for long.
Alas! my emotions can’t be tested any more.
Lest, avert me ‘O’ my soul,
my dreams have shattered ,
my heart is broken and its pieces are scattered.
THEIR BROOD
My Prayer
The storms that frightened me even when I were on shore,
now surrounds, tries to blow and mingle me through its course;
On the shore, I prayed long and long for a port
to stand against all adversities, whether or not there a storm;
What shall I do struggling with the storms;
but to wait for that moment when can I win over the storm.