Posted in Life!, Poems

Frozen in Time

Disappeared cloud, rustling leaves, hot breeze whizzed;

Dry cracked soil, burned ruthless grass, unasked quizzed:

Beautiful things in this exceptional world; constant surprise

Frogs croaking, changing life in blink of an eye

An elegant innocent peace!

The power of nature unfurled bringing movements in thundering flash

Outside my frenzy dancing window is thick rain drop piercing down, making splash

No crystal clear view, only the solitary confinment where I’m in, blunders

Being on couch curled and shielding myself from unknowly known wonders

Bringing a life anew!

Eyes blinded shut by pitch black darkness, ears catching every drop bath

Loud roar of wind, crashing the door, peeping in seeking for path

Waiting for darkness to fade into the shining kindness

Hopes that don’t fade with the darkness

Dawn awaits in horizon!

Under the pour; I, twirling around, raising hands in the air carefree

Fab fragrance of melodious floret, droplets feel upon; letting my hair free.

Barefoot I dance in velvety green; graceful movements

Eyes to the sky, forgetting sorrow and blissed amusement

Nostalgia contained thoughts in silence!

Brave torrent dashing; a unstoppable downpour; m curled in fragile state

Endless flow weeping sprinkle placid droplets to atmosphere emerged from slithering vague

Ignorant thunder crash; vivid quest that it ask

Bizarre purple death of dusk

Sunday Blues !

You sashay your last move, as usual again

Sunshine after that foggy rain

Fading melodious ornamental tune

Magnificently multicolored rainbow seen in the noon

Washes the world with dazzling light!

Posted in Life!, Poems

Magnificently mythical

In times,

we bloom in life’s greatest strength.

Shining down in just a glance

it’s radiance upon creations

forever illuminating grandest intentions.

In times,

we find the truth of manifesting prowess –

accepting unprep for such graciousness

the path of lives allow

us to exactly where we are now.

In times,

we bathe in purity of luminescence,
a true saintly soul – quintessence

cleansing emotional spirit graciously

us to release all the muddle flawlessly

In times,

we realize our true worth.

And finally breathe in mirth

in will of greatness polite,

infusing world with creative light.

By Ushma Patel

Posted in Art, Life!, Poems

Rose’ed up Life

Poem inspired by an old painting

A wilted rose

is but dead beauty.

A life not chose

yet sworn to duty…

Through lows and highs

somehow she still grows;

So too is life

like that of rose!

Like a clock and mirror

each has two hands and a face.

But take away the hands they wear;

and only time is erased…

Love can be the cure,

when laugh becomes a tear.

But can the rose endure,

when anger breaks the mirror…

And the broken glass

cuts like the rose’s thorn.

But take away the future and past;

And the rose is never born!

Copyright © USHMA PATEL

Posted in Life!, Poems

Song of me!!

Craziness is what I wear

Honest is what I am

Jealousy is what I deficit

Cute is what I love

Evil is what I never ever tasted.

Its song of me to me!!

Superiority is my way

Passion is my ride

Life is my friend,

n so no one is my foe.

God is my trust

Friends are my purlieu.

Its song of me to me!!

Travel is source to learn

Home is where I lay

Success is my desire;

which I turned to want,

n so did I reap.

Gesture is what made me who I am

Pun is just what I demand.

Its song of me to me!!

Dignity is my woww

Simplicity is my now

Psychology is my recreation

N conscience is my dearest

Happiness is my maxim

That is who me is!

Its our song to us!!

Its our song

In my way.

Its song of me

Which all bore in deep.

Its song of me to me!!

Copyright © Ushma Patel