O! The singing herald
chirp on that perch
which awaits the sunshine
and seeks hope…
on the branch emerged few new leaves
tender and fluorescent green…
no, it still isn’t that strong enough
to hold the nest of life,
yet it remains unbent and straight
in days of storm and strife…
Withering season marked the place
the ground beneath showed the fall
songs of different hues
when the sky again turned blue…
Thou! singing herald
sprinkle thy blissful voice
on that perch
anticipates which with diligence and patience
fighting odds of tenacity
with dedication and devotion.
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”