Come Let Us Dance

Come let's dance
Arm in arm
Hearts beating as one
with every movement
Let the love grow
Let us whisper loving words
Tell each other that we care

Come let's dance
Even if the music stops
for there's no end to romance
Arm in arm
And cheek to cheek
Lips silent, let the hearts speak

Come let us dance.

(c) Arti Honrao

silenced to what not...

Silenced to what not….

When, what I think as my deft fingers
were cleaning those tartar and stain
on the white china teacups, by my sink,
shining and polished as one would be
tempted to store water as the tap is on,
my eyes were enamored by the paintings
of pairs of paramours dancing in their
native attires Rajastani, Gujarati, Bengali,
should I hold them or throw them?
I was silenced to what not.

The lazy mistress of the house,
accumulated dust and treasure alike,
fashion and fancy and cuisine comfort
blinded her civic sense,
She became obstreperous and fractious,
I was silenced to what not.

When clamor and clutter in a
high minded way suppressed facts
like gun powder wrecking families asunder,
posing the upper hand of honesty,
I was silenced to what not.

I AM STILL THINKING

I am still thinking about the place,
A place to find my Canvas!
A place to paint my colorful thoughts!
I don’t want to paint them on impure one…..
I don’t want my thought’s originality to go….
I want pureness!
I want completeness!
I want clearness!

I am still thinking……..

I am still thinking about my life,
Life to act as Canvas
A place to paint my colorful thoughts!
But…But where is the pureness of life?
Where is its completeness?
Where is its clearness?
It has shades, shades of different color!
Shades of different seasons!
Shades of different friends!
Shades of happiness, Shades of sadness!
I don’t want my thought’s originality to go…..

I am still thinking…..

I am still thinking about this thought,
Why good idea doesn’t always work?
Or I want ‘The Best’ thought?
I want sadness….
I want happiness…
I want both, to be part of my life!
I want impureness!
I want incompleteness!
I know pureness comes from impureness!
I know completeness comes from incompleteness!

I am still thinking…….

I am still thinking about ‘The Best’!
The Best place I have found!
My own life, a place to paint my own thoughts!

I am still thinking about a thought
A thought that even good ideas always doesn’t work,
But ‘God’s love’ always work!!!