Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Wedding weds Grandeur


Let the grandeur be the bride,
The groom and them all.
Let all the noise go low,
To hear their wedding vows aloud.

Let the love speak louder,
Not money, not gold.
Let the father of the bride-
Smile in happiness, unsold.

Let the blessings shower,
On the bride, the groom and all.
Rejoice their day, be fair-
Not judging their suitable pair.

Break the customs,
Don’t give, don’t take.
Exchange the love,
For heaven’s sake!

The bright-flashy lights,
The music and the sound.
What use of it all?-
With no one to charm!

The number of people,
That we gather around.
Not one, we know;
As our own, as our 'all'.

As if the two,
The bride and the groom-
Need the whole world’s wow,
To marry and vow!

Enough of hiding under the garb,
Of tradition, culture and them all.
Let us vow to not betray-
Our liberated minds, we won’t astray!


The toe ring vows

She smiled with her eyes,
With a doubtful heart.
Wanting to go,
Yet wanting to stay back.  

But her walk with grace,
With smile and all;
Said something else,
About her wants.

Ahead she went,
Leaving all behind.
Increasing her pace,
Along with her suitcase.

She carried in it,
Bits of her home.
Some food, some clothes;
For another home.

Days passed by,
And so did months.
She packs again,
again she leaves.

With a smile in her eyes,
And a doubtful heart.
Wanting to go,
Yet wanting to stay back.