Crushed flowers

Crushed flowers

Little white flowers, scattered on my bed.
The fragrance cocooned in white linen
But the flowers were crushed
And lay in a wreck,
All in the ecstasy of our first night.
 
Then I kept waiting and waiting
For that moment that would never be.
To be crushed once again in his arms
To feel like the flowers
Crushed on that very night. 

Earth a paradise

 Earth a Paradise

There is an angel in heaven
Living with the God
Taking orders to His content
No remorse no hesitation.

He was once shown His creation
A world of nations and oceans
Creatures big and small,
Walking and crawling and swimming.
 

Living to die and dying to live,
Wilting seeds, fodder for plants
Some flowering, some dying,
Dying plants again sprouting.

 
To the angel, He said,
Buds and flowers are not to be nipped
What is destroyed is not just a bud or a flower.
It’s a tree and has a life ahead.

 
Soon, a bud, about to flower 
Drooped to fall. 
The angel did not nip it.
He followed His advice and left it untouched. 

 
The bud sprung into life
To a flower and then a tree
Which bloomed with a thousand flowers.
Earth a paradise, once again.

Paradise not in heaven

Paradise not in heaven

 

Wake me not
From the sweet dream
Of the paradise that we live in.
Not in heaven, but here on earth.
 
Let me dream of the blessed earth
With goodness flowing like a river
Soothing the parched lands
And drowning all that is evil.
 
The march of goodness
Domineering the earth
Culling out the bad and the selfish,
The wicked gasping for breath and then succumbing.
 
The wickedness soon forgotten
Into rivulets of happiness
Merging into the ocean
And breaking into the shores of paradise.
 
Let me dream the good earth
Its rivers and its oceans
Its sun, its moon and its stars.
The forests and its hills.
 
Let me dream of the birds and the bees,
Flowers and fruits,
The insects and the worms and animals galore
And all things that make this earth a paradise.
 
Let me dream of the angels
That care for me like guardians
The saints that I idolize
And God that I see in my parents.
 
Don’t wake me up
From the sweet dream
Of the paradise we live in.
Not in heaven, but here on earth.