from my fav poet Tagore

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not
(from Gitanjali - Tagore)

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not.
Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own.
Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.
I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter;
I forget that there abides the old in the new, and that there also thou abidest.
Through birth and death, in this world or in others,
wherever thou leadest me it is thou,
the same, the one companion of my endless life
who ever linkest my heart with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar.
When one knows thee, then alien there is none, then no door is shut.
Oh, grant me my prayer that I may never lose the bliss of the touch of the one in the play of the many.

PORTRAIT

In my mind's eye it was picture- perfect!
Backdrop serene,
Colures vivid,
The canvas inviting!
So with my tool special
Dipped in the palette of myriad colors,
Like a magician
Swirling his wand,
With strokes careful
I tried to sketch my mind’s imprints,
Calling to life the portrait in mind,
But I then found my picture astir,
Strokes running riot,
Colors in stampede,
The canvas a rampage!
With brush getting limp in my hand,
I stopped and raked the mind’s canvas,
To arrest the image that appeared so real,
To capture the obscuring vision in vain,
Trying to draw the picture-perfect
Trying to draw my picture-perfect

MY MIRROR

Days start with playful communion with my mirror
Shooting mischievous glances and smiling gleefully
My mirror stands tall adorning its place on my wall
The morning light that seep through my window
Smuggle in sachets of radiant hues to my mirror
Then before the bustling hours of the day
I gaze into my mirror and get myself daintily decked
The hues deftly blend to veil all my distortions!
When the day grows old and the rays ablaze on my mirror
Stealthily I move to steal a look at my self in my mirror
Dreading the burning rays of the mature sun that might cajole
My mirror to remove the veil that covers my sunken face
But my mirror saves my face scattering the rays ablaze
To the nooks and corners of my room in kaleidoscopic splendor
My mirror always stands tall adorning its place on my wall!
Days end with a deep and vigilant look into my mirror
Without the veil and the blend of beautiful hues
Then in the dimly lit milieu of my chamber
I still find myself almost beautiful in my mirror
Holding back my feminine impulse to pose the ancient riddle
I whisper instead, my customary qualm to my precious mirror
“Mirror mirror on the wall can you beautify my soul too”
Then slipping on the cloak of silence, as though in a dream
My mirror you smile and stand tall adorning my wall!

PLAY ROOM

My heart your play room
and you make each visit a celebration
with those playthings I've shelved for you !
My everyday fairy-tales your rattles,
unsought advises your teether.
My told and untold secrets your building blocks,
chaotic emotions your hobby horse !
And my tenderness flowing rocks your cradle !
But then you vanish in a split second,
leaving scattered toys all over the room,
your gleeful laughter echoes in the void!
Now come my babe, I've again made your room,
all your toys spanking clean,
come fill this air with your mirth,
and play that play that scatters your toys !