AN ODE TO MOMO...

Born in the orient

Thy arrived at our lands

Exclusive, hard to have

Thy art all who performed

Praise them the alchemists.

Savior of the cold

Friend of the joyous

Companion for all who cried

They ain’t say in vain

The times they are a changing

From the royal heights you descended

Came down to the masses

Who worshipped you,

But when the heights came down

The widths expanded

Wont you say to you

Love is better when more

Your genesis we know not

Neither do we ask for it

As your divine presence

Fills our heart with ecstasy

Metamorphosis you underwent

By the hands of sorcerers

Some just heavenly, some hell down under

The fault is not yours as we travellers yearn

To find a sorcerer

An apprentice to the alchemist

To have a newer you

Or an older one we never knew

Thy small white dumplings

We yearn for every moment

Stuffed with multitude choices

Your treat of soup

Thy divine aura mesmerizes

As I bow down to you

Thy greatness, o Momo…

LOST AND FOUND

The day we parted

Was one I chose to forget

For all your memories are cherished

Remembrances of the times we shared

Those small chit chats

The long drawn fights

Every chance I asked of you

To know how you’ve been

As it’s been long years

Since the last of yours I’ve seen

And lo behold!

You again are before my eyes

Refined, refreshed and

The best of your kind.

I see you remember me too

The days you too didn’t forget

It’s nice to be together again

My words at times choke

So many words and a single mouth

You too have been essence

In my life or it would be vain

Your friendship I kept safely treasured

And the safe will always be

To lock you in my heart

That we never have been and won’t be apart

We met to part

Parted, and then we met

Loved will you be, o dear friend.

SPARKLES

They sparkled with a crackle

A crackle, a resounding thunder

For then the sight beheld

A sight worthy to be survived

To be called upon in cheer and gloom

For there were sparks above

And it blew fire below

Charred were all who’er in its way.

The ode to the all powerful

To invoke his calm, to heal the burn

How shill they all wailed!

The clouds tore up and the earth gave way;

The swaying tres stood silent

The aviators listened crouched in fear.

Which all had dreaded,

Tidings of fury it contained within

Fury unknown, unseen and unheard of

But then it all ended.

The calm, the fury, the fear the wail

As the sweep that arrived

All that were and would be

Consumed up like nothing

All there was and now none.