Saturday, March 22, 2014

A ♥ E

Adam and Eve cut their initials
On the green bark of a sapling tall
It remains to this day a testament to their romance
After all the first cut is the deepest of all

The world has seen much graffiti since
But it seems like nothing ever changes
We live and die having learned little more than
Our parents did of the true nature of these exchanges

Nothing remains constant as we all can plainly see
Once a snake has caught sight of your little marker
The fork tongue will get busier than a bee
You will suffer much as your story gets darker

The next time you see a couple of kids
Busy in the park with a penknife against a tree
Ask them to stop, go home, return with a bag
And some string with which to isolate the fiend

                                                                                             ~  Sonali

Many Miles Out On The Broken Road

When has a crown of thorns not led to glory?
Why do you weep when they tell your story
And you are a good for nothing lay about
Not the star you are beyond the shadow of a doubt?
They who honor neither love nor friendship
They who will sell you for an ego trip
You care what they think of you?
Seriously, you do?

                                                                                                ~  Sonali

Blessings on a Broken road.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

joie de vivre

Moonlight drunk after a long day of
Basking in the warmth of the indulgent springtime sun
The sapling green savors the soft touch of dew
On its waxy leaflets
The pristine joy of living rises through its green limbs
Joy unblemished untrammeled unbeholden yet rises
Bounding through its being writing a blueprint of Life
As it ought to be lived

                                                                                                              ~  Sonali

Monday, March 17, 2014

The Colors !! The Colors !!

one drop of sunlight
warm yellow sweet stark honest
i had caught in the hollow of my hand
as the casket closed on me
an eggshell
that stayed dark for years
it was dark but, unbeknownst to all, fertile
one fine day a crack appeared in the shell
out stepped the ingenue
into a technicolor world

                                                                                             ~  Sonali

Sunday, March 16, 2014


Barren earth
Dark night
 Soulful silence
Out of a magic seed
Unfurls a sapling
Young and green
                                                         ~  Sonali