Poems by Saraswati Poswal
LETS TALK LIKE STRANGERS
Lets talk again
As the starngers meet
And spred the fragnance of love
Lets forget
We belong to this world
We are not insane
We are one soul
Striving to meet again
Like the moon light dying to meet moon
Like the dews want to kiss the petals
Like the rivers want to merge in seas
like the clouds want to drizzle
And land spendid to get wet again
Lets talk like the strangers again.
@Saraswati Poswal
30/09/16
SHRAADHS AND ANCESTORS
This is the right time
Last day of Shradhs..
Shradhs means..our belief
All dedication from my heart
May our ancestors…
Get food, water and shelter…
Where they are born..
Where their soul resides..
May get peace..
He whole heartedly…
Believe in the rituals..
Performed and taught by them..
Make us a kind and loveable soul
These are the fifteeen days..
When our ancestors..
Come and watch us..
How much we remember them..
What tribute we give them..
Told by our elders..
They can not be seen..
But could be felt from heart..
These fifteen days..
Comes every year these days called Shraads..
We offer them food,water..
They go back looking their successors
The one offering are praised and blessings are given to them..
I praise my ancestors four fathers..
Where ever their soul is may get everything.
They strive and move for love and dedication..
How much we wish for their soul to be in peace.
@Saraswati Poswal
30/09/16
COMPACTABILITY
Mute were minds
Woods looked us both
Trying to persue the speeches
Started with breeze
When we first met
This was the bench
Where we waited
For each other to
Proceed
All the beautiful acts
Of watching each others eyes
Trying to touch each other
Making false excuses
You tried to lean on my shoulder to embrace the beauty of nature..
Flowers too started mersmerising listening our verses
We shared wonderful movements
Started as a strangers
End up being soul mates to each other
Now this bench is waiting for the new people to sit
And whisper in air
Flowers spred the fragrances
To make new compactability
@Saraswati Poswal
30/09/16
SHE WAS HER PAPAS DOLL
Sitting on the window frame shelf…
She murmured in her…
Soft spoken words…
Waiting for you papa..
In the window pain…
When will you come back…
And hugg me with love…
Will you take that shrub…
From my foot..
You taught me to walk…
But you never said..
World is field of marathan..
I learned to walk..
No waiting..
Mom told angels took you with them..
Please do come back papa…
Tell those angels…
Your small angel is waiting for you..
To learn how to run…
Please come papa..
Your doll waiting for you…
To learn how to run fast…
Give me hugg papa…
Your doll is waiting papa..
@Saraswati Poswal
28/09/16
Saraswati Poswal