Metamorphosis.

This blog post is dedicated to all teenagers in the throes of their turbulent teens.

November 1986.

Darkness shrouds her lovely face
And gloom, her being decked in lace.
She is a sixteened adolescent
Whose mind is neither opaque nor transparent.

On the threshold of womanhood she stands
Still bound by girlish strands
She knows not, yet, whither to go -
What to choose and what to forego.

Still, amidst all this, she wants to be bold
To face life and come out of its hold.
She wants to decide, to know right from wrong -
But, she understands, she has to wait a little long.

The Silver Lining.

Heavily inspired by Sarojini Naidu's poetry.
April 1987.

The tall trees are laden with bud and leaf,
The streams are growing in size.
But, when will the buds bloom
And when will the streams dance away to tunes?

The birds still fly to the southern skies,
The wind still lies in the arms of the dawn.
But, when, oh! when, will the birds stay behind
And when will the wind blow cool?

I lose all hope and gape at the sky
My heart so full of  pining and pain.
And then I see, still left far behind
A dark little cloud with a silver bind.

I then smile and remember someone said,
" If winter comes, can spring be far behind??? "