A – Z poetry : “G”

One alphabet as a muse at a time. Here is “G”
# An open invitation for poets to attempt to write with Q, V, X, Y and Z as muses. Leave a comment in case you’re interested, I’ll contact you – don’t post the poem in the comments 😉


 Great will be the going when we walk with heads held  high,

Going through the woods dense,

Getting a bit scared for seconds,

Grasping the ends of the string of hope,

Glaciating  on the slimy path as after snow,

Gleaming like a morning star in the night dark,

Groping for the nectar in the course of life so hard!

Gazing onto the aim far off,

Gradually moving towards the horizon,

Golden sun where meets the earth humble,

Glass like, the flowing  stream appears

Glistened with sparkles of azure aura!

Glory to the Creator!

Graciously he sculptured,

Graffiti ! So enchanting on canvas of the Universe!

Galloping fast like a unicorn,

Gregorian chant echoes in the soul,

Gravitational force pulls strong towards the central core of essence

Grand is splendor of life,

God manifests everywhere!


This is a guest post by an avid blogger Soumya. See her blog here. This is what she says about herself –

Passion runs our life and infuses in us the enthusiasm needed. I am a poet by passion and I like to write about almost everything of life. The colors, the music and the divine flow inside.

I am optimistic by nature and love positivity. For me hope and faith can do wonders and I strongly believe  in it.

in conversation with Almighty

And HE came 
That divine figure, I always
Wanted to see, wanted to touch, wanted to believe..
HE asked me, “What is your final wish, dear?”
I said, “Dearest God, send me to
Someone who’d hold my hand
when I’m sad,
who’d give me strength
when I’m disheartened,
make me smile
& forget all my worries,
& give me a hug that would engulf me..”
Almighty replied, “My child,
let go of your human  attributes, make just one wish..”
I whispered something to HIS ears..
What..even I can’t recall !!
Next day when I woke up from my sleep,
I was born to earth, to a
woman who held my hand
when I took a sob,
who gave me strength when
I opened my eyes to the unknown strangers & world,
gave me a smile
for she was much happier about my birth,
gave me a big hug
that I thanked God, I am reborn again
in the same warm arms..
She_ to me_is the most
Beautiful of all..
My Mother.. 
Again & again,  an overwhelming feeling
consumes my heart..
I can’t express enough.. I worship her..!!
So, when I end this journey- this birth again,
I would not take God’s much time
To describe that
Heavenly happiness but
Just whisper in His ears..
“Let me be born to the same mother again..!!!”