Tag: shortpoems

The cliff

He smiled at her and nodded,

‘Hold my hand, and walk further…..’, he plodded.

She kept quiet

All the way uphill.

 

Looking down at the valley,

Gave her the chill

It was here she had fallen

A few years back

Down this very hill….

 

She cannot talk to him anymore,

And scared as she is,

She holds his wrists tighter

‘It is now or else never’

His eyes seem to say

So they stand at the edge

Where the cliff gives way,

To death and echoed grey….

 

She beholds the depth, retraces the fall

‘It will always be with me

That you will stand tall

Till you learn to fly

And leave behind the fear to ever fall….’

 

Thus spake he,

And took a step back…..

She looked up at the skies

And could never surmise,

How, she stood there alone for long….

 

Watching his angelic face

That smiled and receded,

Up, up into the blue arcade….

You

If ever, you happen to touch the sky

And shirk within……

 

If ever, you happen to ride the cloud

And are told to slow down a little……

If ever, ever it so happens

That your pinnacle

Seems to draw out sniffs and giggles……

 

Promise, promise me

That you will be all this

And more……

 

Till the sky stoops down

And the clouds chariot you

Promise, promise yourself….

You……you will always be YOU.

  • Shalini

 

 

March…

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It is March,

The month of her Spring,

When a soothing cold breeze…

Whiffs away the demons within.

 

It is March,

The season of her smile,

When every flower beckons at her with…

A promise divine.

 

It is March,

The return of her being,

When gushing daisies…..

Rustle and bespeak perforce,

Words of true love.

 

It is March,

The echo of her soul,

When valleys smile…

Enamoured by her will,

And demure persistence.

 

— Shalini.