Poems by Vandita Dharni

Poems by Vandita Dharni
 
 
The Colours of Love
 
The colours of love are many
to drench our life with rich hues.
I feel a thrill, a rush, a joy
that knows no boundaries, race or religion.
My heart is aglow as the merry yellow
that he wears on his cheek
while my soul shimmers with the winsome blue
he dons on his favourite shirt.
I would like to imbue myself in the
vibrant colours of the setting orange sun
that stream in through his flashing eyes.
Each strand of his hair seems to be
dyed a different hue,
pleasing to my eyes.
A pink that leaves a trace on his neck
leaves its impeccable blush in my soul
while the red soaking his chin
seems the most appealing.
Looking at these splashes of colour
so deftly adorning his portrait
I am reminded of the visual delight
when I played with spray guns of colour
in my early childhood.
 
Copyright@ Vandita Dharni. All Rights Reserved 2018.
 
 
 
Quench My Thirst
 
I stand vitiated by the
viciousness of the arid world,
bludgeoning its wrath
its deep seated hatred_
awakening a desert of deceit
fanning the fumes of fallacy,
trickling salty tears
down the rancorous rocks of rage.
 
The passion of the raging rivers
are sublimated by these
abhorrent anarchists of Nature
as they drown their sins
in its all forgiving arms.
Industrial waste creeping through
with a toxicity that enshrouds
the wailing waters.
 
Do we feel vexed by this
appalling sight?
Does it impact us, urging us
to denounce this injustice?
Will the murky waters ever
cull out its plight?
Or remain voiceless,
suffocated and choked?
 
Water, water everywhere
yet not a drop pure enough to drink.
The concrete jungle of constructed walls
has wreaked havoc for the plant kingdom.
Its outcome? No Rain.
Where does the water come from?
The wastage of it spells doom
on this callous generation.
 
The fount of life_ the epitome of bliss
is a powerful element
conceived by our divine Creator.
Let us preserve this scarce resource
that once held sway over its counterparts.
Each velvety drop rests in the mother’s lap
as the quintessential soul
seeks its Creator,
the source of our existence.
 
Copyright@ Vandita Dharni. All Rights Reserved 2018.
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