TRUTH OF LIFE
It’s the truth of life,what we crave for is lost ,
like the golden particles of sand,
that slide between the fingers,
even from a tight fist…
what we cannot hold ,
is the truth of time.
That which flows like a stream
open, unended, unclosed,
like the love of a pure heart
unselfish, uncanny, selfless..
Beyond this altruistic reality
is nothing but a mirage,
world of images and fantasies
ready to get crushed by folds of time…
how much we wary
breaks the mirror of our whimsies
in broad daylight.
O! the figments of woven dreams,where is thy home,
who weaves the intricate motifs
of emotions and feelings,
O! fanciful dreams,where doth you take the mind,
that palace in the heaven above, it isn’t home of mine?
O! vagaries of thought, where rusheth you to the end,
the terrain is rough and steep is the bend…
O! illusive desires of the heart, which way you runneth
the silvery cascade ahead , is the mirage of unreal claims…
O!soulful heart, sing thy song of chimera
which unveils the whimsies of every confused human of this era!!!
It has been a long journey till here ,as I publish my 800 th post today. Iam thankful to every reader, visitor, viewer of my blog and my friends who continously have encouraged me with their loving comments and through their presence. For my simple words , I write this!
“For affluence , I do not have words
my thoughts are unique.
different is my verse…
thou shall be comforted in the raging summers
as the lucid pleasant sprinkle on your cheeks
from the emotions of my poetic drizzle…
in chilling frosty weather
the ablaze of my burning passionate words
will warm thy soul as ever…
on lone nights, they can comfort thou
like a cuddling pillow
absorbing thy worries in dark hours…
in thy setbacks, or fall
inspiring, zestful glimpses
will make you stand with fervor.
O! friend ! my words cannot be diverse
but my reflections are unlike and inimitable”
Had I walked barefoot on every part of this earth
sailed through the different seas ,calm or rough
if only I had seen the mystical deserts, quiet and stormy
and the majestic mountains and hills… strong and gigantic
If I had breathed in the forest dark with glow flies lighting
and slept in the woods coniferous , sky kissing,
had I come across unknown tempests at every bend of life
and enjoyed the song of tiny birds… swinging on the perch of life.
Had I seen the glistening snow, sparkling white
felt the chilled breeze piercing my cheeks,
If I had stood for hours in the sweltering heat
and sweat profusely… to earn a morsel or a bite
Had I been lying on the grass in the middle of night
embracing the vast sky
the innumerable twinkling stars gazing at me
and the gorgeous moon gliding by…
treasured , then I would have the jewels of this earth
learnt to value the priceless gift bestowed
by the Creator of Universe.
in auburn shades of the fall
amidst the maple leaves
scattered on the ground
lost is a tale
an unspoken love of silent hearts.
while the breeze carries them away
they flutter and rustle
murmuring about the touching emotions
in silent whispers …
rigged by the society,
pushed through an alley vile
the susurrus of their eternal tale
ceaselessly lives under the blue sky!
Age gracefully as, the day
transforms which beautifully
ripens the sky with different hues
while breeze gets pleasant at dusk
after being sultry ,
mature thus like the day which
merges with darkness of night silently
awaiting for the new morn to be dawned
sleeping in its arms gently !
CHILD OF WORLD”S DESTINY
On streets forlorn
Walks the child, destitute
The infant of world’s destiny…
In rags torn
hungry and homeless
roaming through lanes
for a morsel!
The rulers sit on a lavish throne
speak high volumes of chore
actions fail to achieve
war and blasts kill
the child of world’s destiny
lives as a requiem…
LET HER SLEEP
Amidst the weeds and few roses,
the girl in white…
in deep sleep
Shh! Dnt talk here
she will wake up…
After long , the dreams
so do not tread…
she is tired and fatique…
sings the lullaby
caressing the sleeping queen!
Sheds few drops , the clouds as tears
quenching her thirst since years
Let her rest …
Let her be in peace
Beside the coffin ,
The nightingale weeps!
as a veiled maiden deceits…
metamorphoses into various shapes
with exuberant names…
lest anyone finds
the hidden coquette
she overthrows him into the tragic well…
Discontented, ever desiring
innocence burns out in her lusty eyes
she hath destroyed the realms
of peace and love
playing the fiddle to her tunes!
Beware! says the soul
here comes, the enticing queen
do not be her slave
dooms she ,every life…thence,
open your eyes
remove the veil…