Canvas 1

O’ brother,
I wish to tell you,
You add vivid hues,
One after the other.

When you were born,
You added the hue of motherhood to mama,
And the hue of pride to dada,
Which all their lives they have worn.

When you were five,
The hue of brotherhood came to you,
Baby brother always surrounded you,
Holding your fingers he stride.

When you were seven,
You got a little sister toy,
Who always cried vuoy vuoy,
And you desperately looked for haven.

As you grew you kept adding,
Touching up, garnishing rather,
Hue after hue to others,
Without discerning.

There is interplay,
In the many hues you spread,
While weaving friendship’s strongest thread,
Your care and concern were displayed.

If I try to unfold the hues,
Till now in the journey you have conquered,
Believe me, I will go bonkers,
And you know it is true.

Your recipe box, different tints and shades,
Diverse ways and special are the days,
With you, we relive them happy and gay,
Reliving on your birthday, the day when you were made.

Canvas 2

I looked out,
To the heavy cloud,
The lightening was loud,
But no rain…

Next day of mid September,
Turning to the skyline,
I saw the scorching sunshine,
Beat the heat mocked October…

October laughed and ridiculed,
I thought of you and stood undeterred,
Wearing a splendid smile unwithered,
Coz the seasons were overruled…

Strange though it was,
Things turned around with a swirl
Coz there was a twirl,
And you were the root cause…

You were budding in our lives,
Springing up like the spring,
Waiting to wear your wedding ring,
To be someone's wife…

You wear a crown,
Of compassion and simplicity,
Treasured are you for your rarity,
You smilingly unleash every frown…

The blooming bud has opened up,
Her petals are serene and divine,
Tender core is austere yet fine,
Little harshness would crumble you up…

Autumn has arrived but no fall,
Heavy cloud but no rain,
You radiate and there’s no pain,
Your magic rises tall…

It is mystical,
Autumn has come springing not falling,
You have come budding and blooming,
Spreading fragrance that is magical…

October has now drowned,
Coz there is breeze gentle and sweet,
Your calmness has shattered the heat,
You step and many lives have been crowned...

Canvas 3

Life comes in a bunch of scrolls,
I picked up one amongst the scores,
Unlacing it, it unrolled to you.

I saw...
To see your carved simplicity,
Miraculous wit and perception.

I wallowed...
Into your inner self,
Deep seated - deep rooted.

I journeyed...
To know your positive radiance,
Your talent and perserverance.

Unmoulding these qualities about you,
I started rolling the scroll back,
But it kept unrolling to tell me.

You were not to be rolled,
And placed in a basket,
But to be ornamented in my mind's casket.