WEALTH OF TREASURES

For sure, I can imagine never,

In time, the past is not past.

It is not lost ever,

It is not forgotten at a moment lost

Its pulse is at all hours felt,

Its throbs are ever heard,

Its scent is smelt,

It offers lessons on the re-life reward.

The past is in fact the base of future

It is the link with the present

Its life is not like that of a flower

For it fades away as an event

It is a series of events in mind storing

The nightingale’s song to evoke joys

As delightful events ever recalling

As the memoirs of choice.

The past embedded in the annuls of history,

Read and shone in the album of all pages

As memoirs to rise in the fountain of memory

All linger in life’s later stages:

All marital pleasures

All tender smiles of new-born babies

It is the wealth of life treasures,

As sonorities of cuds, charms of rubies.

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DREAMS IN STREAMS

Future, once loadedwith many a dream,

The castles built in the air stream,

It leads one in life in time’s flow,

Like the seeds sown are to grow.

In anxieties and curiosities on hold,

Takes steps to arrive atone’s threshold

As present learns the bitter fact, truly real,

Dreams are imaginary, unreal,

But their experiences are real for visions.

Life is full of illusions

For it finds the dreams to shatter

Still life fills with new dreams to glitter

Like new bubbles rise for those swollen

Like new leaves in place of those fallen

To rise again for life is a flow

With upsurge of dreams in glow,

Dreams to dawn like bubbles to rise,

As a reality to surmise not a surprise

Though it is not welcome in life stream.

Life teaches the lesson of a dream:

Distant hills look green

All fade awaytheir sheen

All to disappear in time of when

In life to accept whatever happen

Life stores all experiences,

The dreams in consequences,

Rarely a sweet cud, often a bitter store

Life to time after all thrall to the core

Consistently and constantly moving

To remind us of it though unwilling

Life is a constant struggle

In time, past-present-futureentangle.

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FLOWER’S LIFE WISH

I as a flower with its charms rare

With my life wish to be fair

And fresh on the stem forever.

Fading and falling never,

I love to gladden all by my treasure

All are for their sensuous pleasure,

I feast all by my sweet substance

Their thirsts as a golden chance.

Birds, insects, and all are my guests

In cool shade for their rests,

Birds are to sing in my sight,

Insects to hover round me in delight,

All poets sing in my praise,

Describing all my parts in craze,

I feel pride and honor

For all tend to offer their favor,

My petals excel the Rainbow

For my unrivalled show

I am the cynosure to all eyes in the Eden

All Adams and Eves love my garden.

Nature once glances me with all smiles

For my wish to glow for all miles,

Says that I am too pertinent

To be on the stem permanent

I am after all a thrall to time

For my life transient, sung in a chime:

I am to fade and fall as a flower

Aa a flower of life in my bower.

I fall to bear a child of unripe fruit,

That is all my life’s short route.

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