Life As It Is

@This painting is copyright of Shivali

You call it as “Life”

throbbing with vibrant drive;

 however, it's nothing but

mere irresistible illusion,

that deceives me in midway

when I want to believe in one….

But a crimson streak of faith
illuminates my path in rough

to show me perils of pitfalls,

a long stick of infinite hope

holds my frightened hands

through this traffic of events….

Now I am fond of this jaunt:

with all its ironical frolics,

with all its interim agitations,

takin' slippery gravels in stride;

 leavin' footprints on its tide.

 I am fond of this jaunt-
jaunt of Life as it is…....

                                              -Shivali

Green Hope

@This painting is copyright of Shivali.

I come out of my
closed, narrow abode

to stretch my arms
with a small desire-

to embrace green treasure;

to hold finger of nature;

to walk through dense wood

adorned with innocent holy creature……

But I am weary, I am lost,

lost in jungle of concrete,

where all roads go nowhere;

leaving me stupefied n’ scare

on hard stony soil
 under dark, large shadow
of egoistic skyscraper…...

Where a misty quilt
is spread all over with
motifs of smoky clouds

to hide my astral heaven,

to fade moons n’ suns,

sparkling stars become
 blind by gazing beasts

of electric lanterns……

Chirping song is now
suppressed to silence

under hammering noise,

maiden leaves are ashamed 

of muddy faces in poor kind,

floating feathers are broken

leaving frail, wounded
 humanity behind……

 I try to console
my conservative soul-

"It's an advanced canvas of
self-assigned artificial creation,

to prove fake supremo
 over invincible Heaven."

and count on rosary of
 green hope to preserve
this original beautiful art
created by Omnipotent Himself……

                                                                    -Shivali
                                                                                           

Churning of thoughts

@This painting is copyright of Shivali.

Churning of provoking thoughts

negative and positive thoughts.

Yearning for a creamy insight

isn’t it favorite game of mind...?

Which favors mature reasoning
feeds on somber seasoning,

Dwells in sophisticated dignity

n’ celebrates cerebral purity....

But how to leash this naive heart

from chasing petty desires so hard,

Strolling in fanciful world of hope

isn’t it a fanatic child to cope...?

Who wants a liberated, vast sky

to take higher imaginative fly,

A fenceless yard across th’ border

to play, to frolic amidst yonder....

But it’s faithful, it’s modest

it’s guileless, it’s honest.

It blends spontaneous emotions

n' churns out righteous solutions....
                                                             -Shivali