Month: February 2018

Truth is not seen, but revealed, it is said,
To the Chosen One, to where he is led –
And that it’s passed to the world he shall see,
Ergo, does this onus fall upon me.

As I have been decreed, truth I shall say –
She’s fresh as dew to the first morning ray,
Perched on her lofty seat atop a leaf
In all things pristine, inspiring belief.

Never mind, her friend is a constant frown
Straddling her face like a luminous crown,
Yet when she takes it down once in a while,
Like truth, so is revealed her lustrous smile.

Under oath now, I shall dare vouch for this –
That smile is one the gods too best not miss:
Risen brow, lips arched as the crescent moon,
Eyes as stars, teeth as the sun at high noon.

Juniper-like she exudes the picture
Of the flawless candidness of Nature
Seeming delightful, from no matter where –
Her every state is a breath of fresh air.

All said and done, she is one of a kind,
Perfect of the body, pure of the mind,
Bathed doubtless by the fountain of youth –
And that, my dear, is nothing but the truth.

©Asiman Panda 2017

Word’s gone around, and the pictures confirm
That you’ve been prone to looking long and firm, 
Into the distance, over land and sea- 
You’ve been using your creativity. 

Some day you will stumble upon a place 
And by instinct, you’ll marvel at its grace, 
And, with creased brow and pursed lips, maybe, 
Begin to etch it for posterity. 

Now you may look at the horizon, 
And know North from where the Sun’s arisen, 
Or simply from the app on your phone, 
(And that’s only if you’d already known!) 

But what when the clouds start playing spoilsport, 
And your phone’s charge is dangerously short? 
You’re just sketching away sans direction- 
You know, that’s incomplete information. 

Fret not, for now you have this secret tool- 
Sailors have used to new seas and lands rule; 
So come rain or snow, or man-made mishap, 
You just get going at a finger’s snap. 

©Asiman Panda 2017