BHARATHI

BHARATHI
Bharathi the daughter of Bharat
The fragile palm of your right hand
Clutched on the window frame rod
Tightly for the fear to be taken off
By the tides that took away with it
Dearest of dears to you and many like you
Father, mother, brother, sister and entire dear
Taken away to make orphans to wail alone
Entire life with tearful memoirs to avail

We look at your eyes that glow
Hopefully to rear you to be normal
See the furious sea in them raging
With tears and fears wavering filled
What are there to fear my dear when
We are there with you to share and bear?
Hopes and whoops of you reveal real
Like the calmness of sea that ceded
Come to the calmness of your mind

Accept the fate and recede to believe
Your life that need to be heaved among
Hearts of kindness extended to you
Rely on almighty, He safeguards you
Remember Bharathi, tsunami made a plan
For Bharathi’s sisters and brothers to join
Under the roof of one home of love.
One father and one mother you had
But Tsunami gave you lot of them now

God has plans on you to be accomplished
Lot of them as your parents wished
You are to accomplish them bravely
We are to accompany you to move on
You are our dear daughter in love
Catch our hands and hold your hopes
Let us move forward to a brighter world
Let us start, let us move, and let us rove
Relieve and recover from fear and tear to revive

ANNIE JOSEPH
Inspired by a photo clipping in Indian Express during the Tsunami disaster in India.
This I am posting now for Dhanya in reply to her post “Orphaned” in the blog Ruminations.

THE ARCHITECT

Mores, images, carvings, monuments
He creates of people great, of things
beautiful and precious to preserve
Value of it he evaluates himself as own

Look at them each in perfection
To admire, adore and possess
Unique to unite people too curious
to identify the architect to admire
Who is he, where from, enquiries
of fans , to launch vans of vanity
creator of images, envisages images
in brains of world in his own envision

“As it is viewed it is believed,
As it is believed it is viewed to be”
Two elevations of same design
Credence on imagination is imperfect
Than belief after better and utter vision
To be preferred or referred as desired

Go on creating imaginations of designs
Architect the smart to create cavern
Walk a long way to turn back, speculate,
Architectures of mine are vivid to view
Who is my architect? Who am I?
Where am I? Why am I here?

Powerless to imagine own image
Walks back architect in search of origin
Looks at his own creations to resemble
Stumble on the factor of similitude
Ensemble own image in creator greatest
Accomplish solace in Creator of creators
His own image in His creations absolutely
To perform perfect as he is just and right

ANNIE JOSEPH