Essence Of Flower

In a Flower..


Tthere are many things ..thorns and petals,
pollen & fragrance & there is a essence of a flower..
just like how we humans have heart.

Some see the flower..its color, its fragrance,

Some see just the thorns..
and worry about pricking a thorn in their finger..

to have their finger bleed..to have the pain, tears in their eyes..

And there are some..who see beyond the appearant beauty of the flower..
to know it, love it for its spirit

and they catch and hold its essence..
in their eyes..and in their heart.

The flowers perish with Time & the flower petals die down
to be replaced by some other flowers.
As the seasons change so does the destiny of these flowers
but not everyone discards these flowers as they die down.

There are some who carry the essence, the fragrance..of these flowers.

being everfresh and ever alive with Spirithood, love for the Divine..

Look for the Essence, my Dearheart..
in a Flower, Bird or a wo/man.

Feel it inside your heart..soak in it..dip in it
drink as much of it as you can.

And when you'll be sad..or see someone
in frustration, pain, anger..
or in world of Lack

Share the same essence of love
that becomes the flowers.

To Bridge ones heart with another & All
in Love, Harmony, in Poetry of the Highest Kind.

~Commentary~

As a child(and even now)..I saw everything in its essence..Even a person to me seemed like carrying a certain kind of essence..and if and when I loved some person..I used to feel a glow inside my heart..or my heart blooming in love..and I used to feel like soaking in that persons essence..or walking through him or her..as and how ghosts passes through a man(esp. in movies)..a lot is being made out of love stories..between a woman and a man..and I see, feel so many love stories inside me..for so many people, flowers, birds, animals, places, scents, life, sun, moon, air, sea, river, water..for so many things..and I feel like bringing these lovestories to life..so I am sharing this poem..with all of you.

I am Angry

I am Angry

In some corner of this city lays a girl of tender age

in a tiny room, smaller bed..smaller than her age..

a Man rapes her for his mere pleasure for 30 bucks..

She lays down like a dead body taking it on..counting the days of her misery..and time..

for she must get ready in few moments for her next onslaught.

Men come and go out of her room and she takes on all their hunger or greed for sex

with as much indifference as God has for her..

The Day doesn't start with a Sunrise in her life.

It starts with a Sunset..With Darkness spreading its cover over the city..

with people pulling over the blankets over their eyes..

Some think of it's cheap to have ones body for sell..

Others are happy that they can quench their thirst for at little as 30 bucks

The Night lingers on..crushing the bones, flesh and

what is left of human heart inside that girl..

like snake gobbling up its prize catch.
the men pounce on their girl..
with cold blooded indifference..

The Gods in Heaven watch on this game..

with a fixed smile on their face.

Maybe they too have lost their interest in human life..

or maybe there is some law..that creates this saga

ordeal of pain.

It makes no difference to that one tiny girl on the bed.

to know if its Gods indifference or Law of Karma..

due to which law that she is for sell..

Maybe She is short on loving her self.

Maybe that's the fault why she landed up in hell.

Who can answer to her plea? Who'd wipe the burning tears on her face?

Is there any place where one can hide from her haunting eyes?

These are questions that bother me, hurt me in the heart..and eyes.

~Commentary~