Bound by Death

-- these thoughts are just few words reflecting feelings (being abondonwd by their father) of someone I knew well , who passed away..

Was I a gift given to you

Or were you brought to me,

This question will haunt me,

till eternity. 

Why did my presence

Not halt your indiscretions,

Mired my life with strife 

deter you not from decisions.

I heard that you thought of us

I heard that you cared

I also heard, when Maa died

You felt no despair

There was no effort anytime

To reach out to us;

Busy with new things to do,

We'ere our of focus. 

Strongly did we live our lives

I think I should boast,

Like a twining flowering bloom

Without a pillar or post

Today I breathed my last breath

And see from where I stand

What did not happen in our lives 

In death we joined hands.

Manjari

Jacaranda Tree in my backyard

There is a tree in my untamed backyard,

Jacaranda tree with canopy quite large,

Shading the garden most of the time,

Resting at its place like playing a mime

Come May it fills with lavender color flowers,

Shaped like trumpet, filled with nectar to devour, 

Squirrels call it home, day or night

Sheltering one and all, showing its Might 

I am sure there is a nest somewhere up there,

Though the boughy branches hide it with flair,

Some branches are thick and some merely stick,

Hummingbirds nearby, won't otherwise flit

Yeah, the roots make pretty good burrowing spots

It's not just anywhere, Squirrels bury walnuts

Filtering the sunlight for flowers and grapevines

Not just Poppies but also Columbine

Many a times I have thought it to be old,

I wonder, if it has its story All told;

Should I cut it to plant some fruit trees there,

Wait! my heart tells me, don't you dare!

Then I see these birds, squirrels and bees

living famously with this majestic entity,

the cool summer breeze, under which slowly wafts,

And occasional wetness of dew that drops 

So dawns upon me, that this tree, this life,

Bestowed upon me to better the plight, 

Let me care for this wonderment of divine nature,

May my Jacaranda tree forever retain its stature.

Manjari

Shadow of Happy Moments

There are times when I am so happy

My soul is soaring with merriment n glee,

The buzzing of bees and humming so loud,

Almost makes me feel just proud,

Birds are singing and breeze is flowing

And my inner being is just about glowing

I feel connected to the One supreme

And it almost feels like living a dream

Comes one cloud, casting dark shadow

Turning the thoughts that were so mellow

Why do I have the blessing to feel it all

Will feeling this, make happiness forestall?

Why can't this beauty, this bounty of nature,

Be felt be shared, no matter what your stature!

It does not matter whether you have or not,

Won't we all be once forgot.. !!

Love you may, to fill your heart with joy

To some it will be pure and to some alloy

So why not live and share in peace 

This feeling of bliss will only increase

Manjari