Why is my heart,
Stifled in a fury?
Never stays calm,
Forever in a hurry.
How does it arise,
From my heart?
Is it cumbersome,
To handle the stir?
My beloved heart
Not compliant to me
Slipping from my hold
For reasons unknown.
It beats loud and fast,
Crossing a thousand miles
Pushing bits of energy
Flying here and there.
The heart is nothing,
But frail and fragile.
Inclined to mourn
At the drop of a pin.
Is it love or conflict?
Hard to decide it.
Why the turmoil
Clouds my body?
Is it natural or bizarre?
For the heart to beat
Quicker with tremor
Every passing second.
Where to get solace,
From daily clutter?
Calmness endowing
The whole heart.
Nature’s heart
Made with Gold
Neither whines
Nor bangs its fist.
Never bitter
Or in outrage
Amidst the chaos
Created by us.
It spreads happiness
With endless love
She raises her brows
To capture the scenes.
Delighted of
The rush & madness
Of her children
Bouncing towards her.
Nature’s essence,
Unfathomable
Uncountable
Like sky’s stars.
The sincere affection
Of the mother earth,
It gives the best solace
To our restless hearts.
She wraps all of us
In her love cocoon.
Do we appreciate her,
Even in a small way?
Nature’s love infinite
Like the ocean’s water
Or the sky’s vastness
Maybe like the forest fire.
What gives relief to the gut?
How does the heart heal?
Where do we get the balm?
Who gives solace from ache?
Is it the love of the mother,
Toothless grin from the toddler,
A scorching smooch from beloved,
Or gentle words from a friend?
Ping me the location,
About the heart’s solace,
Whenever you uncover,
Wherever it is,
How far it may be.
I will rush without delay,
Even to the moon,
Or to the earth’s center,
To get my solace,
Of my aching heart.
