manan sheel

Flowers bright in the sun © Manan sheel (author)

Little sparrows greet me
as I come near to poetry

As I believe that words
can create miracles,
And know that thoughts
can create nectar,

A hope that points to meaning,
Arises somewhere in me -

Then, I am a little creator,
O God, you may have created
things far and wide,
and I but very little,
Now, I get to know you
little by little…

© Manan sheel.

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a poem in a scene

Flowing bougainvillea

all over a brick wall,

And a little round girl

brown and pink -

Three petals of red-pink

Bougainvillea tucked behind

her one ear,

and three petals behind

the other ear,

and lots of red-pink petals in her

two little podgy hands -

She stood cutely amazed,

I stared in loving wonder!

© Manan sheel.

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Little Boats of the Morning © Manan sheel (author)

Morning
has brought its messages
in little boats -
Some carry
golden sunlight,
Some carry
colorful flowers

Morning
has brought wonders -
Sharp colors of colorful birds,
Patterns of butterflies,
Cries from a million creatures,

And a freshness that will exhaust
soon —
More mornings will come,
more boats will arrive,
Carrying all that is lovely,
and fresh, and beautiful

Take these boats
in your cupped hands,
drink your fill
of the gold in the light,
of the colors in the flowers,
of the music in the birds —

These are, and will be
for you the next day,
These are, and will remain,

Drink, O poet, O lover, O painter,
O common man, Drink,
for these golden gifts are there,
they will remain, but who knows,
whether or not
you will remain!

© Manan sheel.

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Photo by Gaelle Marcel on Unsplash

Who would understand a book lover…
That one man looking towards a bookshelf
with dreamy eyes, and tears swelling up
in his beautiful eyes,
Then, he picks up one book,
looking at its cover, he looks at a life -
a life other than his,
Oh, No, no, he knows, ask his heart,
this is his own life, and these thousands of lives,
that he has read about, are all his own,
He gets to know that all of this universe
attends to all that he does,
that his life song is not worthless,
that he is a part of this universe,
a wave in an ocean,
all this he knows, when he but reads…

© Manan sheel.

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I would have looked into his eyes -

He, the worldly vagrant…

I would have looked at the God in him,

Just as I look at the face of a newborn,

Or at the cluster of stars,

Or at the fire of bright flowers,

Yes, I would have looked with infinite tenderness into his eyes,

Had I not been made wary of his worldliness,

Wary, not only of his worldliness, but of all the worldliness everywhere,

Even that which now flows in my veins,

And mocks at every thing beautiful…

© Manan sheel.

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manan sheel

manan sheel

an artist, poet, singer and engineer. trying to introduce heart into the world of mind.