Women of today!

A woman of mystery and might,
Roaring to win and fight!
With the grace and a humble sight,
She treads on,
towards her right!


My Old Mate

Oh its my old mate,
who has come at last,
turning my cottage to fertile,
and what gifts He bore?

I asked Him with glee,
as my greed failed to flee.
Well He brought me a sweet setting,
a lavish evening,
as a humble beginning.

The clouds marched,
as He ordered.
Like a blanket pulled over the dark night,
for me to witness His royal sight.

He was yet to arrive,
but I was set to dive.
His message came through the rustling leaves,
as I heard their whisper from the passing breeze.

I was not lone,
but my clan had flown.
They have miseries of life to attend; they said.
but I am stationed to greet my friend; I said.

I made new friends,
as there were many waiting.
The owl was peeping to check His arrival,
While the bug was curious of his survival.

The homecoming bird said;
wait with patience and pride,
as your mate is on the stride
but I grew restless and cried.

And my cry was unheard,
Unheard in the carnival of this herd.
None came to my rescue,
as I sobbed in this queue.

My tears trickled down,
falling haplessly on the ground.
But He came at last,
Yes my old mate had come at last.


Let mercy come..

Let mercy come,
for every needy,
to every greedy,
to every flower waiting for the rain.

Let faith be in every breath
from the humming bee,
to the shedding tree.

The dawn is not far,
as the moon says good by,
and the choir of birds will sing along.

Just wait for the rain,
as a farmer waits with his barren land.
the passing breeze just whispered  their arrival,
and soon it will pour.

but you be patient
hold your pitcher closer to heart
and let it fill to the brim.

but you be merciful,
share your spoils with every needy.
From the cunning greedy
to the begging needy.
and let mercy come..