Madhuvanti

A soft melody, an all-embracing Madhuvanti,

Flows as honey into the warm afternoon.

The sun peering in through the gaps in the foliage

Catching a sight at my maiden,

Yellow rays brushing your hair with sheen,

A brownish lustre all over them, sweet as honey,

Honey as your voice pours into my ears.

A draught of sanitation to revive lost sanity.

To relive days lost to noises of soliloquy,

And the boredom of the battering din,

Of aims, and expectations and objectives.

Thrones and crowns could be usurped,

Sceptres seized and powers pawned off.

Matter they may to the tigers and lions,

But for the humble bee, with its dull drone,

Bumbling drift, and a comb for a home,

The mortal flower shall suffice, a dip into the depths,

To salvage his battered soul, and take it to salvation.

So my dear flower, my own Madhuvanti,

Sing. Sing so you flow. Sing so I live.

One voice to bring me life, yours,

One life, mine to give, to make it, all yours.

To those interested : Madhuvanti ---> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2rmcUlHMEI

Random

The dreaded dusk takes over me

The melting mist, a feisty fog,

Found clouding the tired mind.

Right after dawn’s rays recede.

Bright rays of nightly globe,

Dispelling clouds of doubt.

Warm hugs and warmer words

Wasting away the cold cloak of misfortune.

And yet not so. For always the demon lurks,

Always in wait, always in pursuit, always ready.

Warm in the limb and cold at heart, his strike is long,

And always finds its mark.

Shields are impotent against single minded swords,

As are charms against his harm.

So when he strikes, as he has in the past,

Try not to hold your shield,

Try not your protective charm.

Ignore them both, as you should ignore me,

And run as fast as your fluffy feet take you,

Run little rabbit and be far, so I may live

In the thought that you live too.