Magic

The miracle moon mirrors

The magic of her eyes

To mythical lands

Of myriads of mirages,

Of mystique

And muses

The shimmering moon steals

The sparkle of her stares

To sacred seas

Of seraphinas,

Of soothing sands

And silvery silences

The glistening moon gifts

The glint of her gaze

To starry skies

Of salvation,

Of the surreal

And sages

*Seraphina (from Seraphim): An angel of the highest order

Heterodoxy

My first attempt at a piece of verse, from when I was in my 11th standard. I don't remember all of it, but wanted to share what I do.

No walls separate one man from another,
No ill-feelings we carry,
No ill-feelings for one another,
And we speak in voices free

We don't say-
I, You, He or She,
We say 'We' - In unison!
Communion is decree

This is all a dream,
And truth is reality,
Pandora opened the box of troubles,
And there's wide-spread calamity

'Hope' still comes to preserve our integrity,
Making our dreams real for posterity


* 'Hope' is the fairy that came out last from Pandora's 'Box of Troubles'

Untitled

Ek ehsaas puraana sa,

Naye andaaz mein aayaa

Ek saaz jo kho gaya tha,

Nayi aawaaz ne gungunayaa

Ek anjaam,

Nayaa aaghaz layaa

An old feeling,

A new spring

A melody gone missing,

A fresh humming

A closing,

Ushers a new beginning