Reverie

    I would name them ‘Martyrs’ The orphaned souls who died A thousand times watching their kin Slaughtered, slain, snatched away By the cruel hands of fate   Yet living in remembrance Of happiness stripped from them A life that would have been A haven of mixed emotions Ups and downs shared together   They are the Bravehearts Who took a million unfired bullets To their chest squeezing out   Unshed blood from their hearts Leaving no eye devoid of tears   They are the valiant soldiers Who faced the armed cowards With arms bare and minds firm Ready to lay down their life For another to live   They dared to confront the deranged Who slaughtered men to divide and shatter The unity, the integrity, the pride The nation has strived hard to build They are the Martyrs, the Bravehearts, our true Heroes!     © Anjana Premkumar   2025    

  Cluck cluck, this way dear horsey The sky is so bright and blue I know you are happy and I am too What’s holding you back though? Ah, it must be the meadows for sure It’s lush green vibrance tempting you   But my friend let’s move along - There’s more to see, to explore!   Life is but a ball of curiosity Look, those pine trees standing tall Like silhouettes of proud men on call Mysterious yet enticing to hear Its shadows whispering tales unclear   Queer and bizarre may it seem I find beauty in Nature’s darkest seam The bewitching call of the deep Cloaked in mystery yet serene Luring like a sorceress with spells unseen   Let’s climb these mountains Reach higher to touch the sky Where winds whistle lullabies and clouds hug to comfort your soul   Come my friend let’s move along - There’s more to see, to explore!   Do you hear the pops my dear - Crackles of fire crackers, are they? Or prac...

  Never had I ever thought, You were the dream I always sought. The initial shock, the stunned silence, Turned into mirth and joy in an instance.   What were you, my tiny little one? Emotions twirling as typhoon spun The epitome of perfection inside out- You are my bliss, my peace, I would shout.   Precious as the first born were you, Birthed with feelings novel and new. Every feature, every element you held, Were conceived in rhyme, love unparallelled.   I mentioned rhyme you say? Yes, it is the book of poems to portray. An assortment of poems, themes that vary, Presents but reflections of life primary.   Verses woven with thoughtful precision, Experience, observation builds its notion. The values and lessons it may imaprt, Will remain in you, not to depart.   A book of substance, sure to spear, Its messages fair, loud and clear. They give justice to my perception, Reflections in Rhyme is my proud c...