Broken chord of the song disturbs the harmony synchronized were the notes until the tune fell off the beat! Life plays a duet where we have to sing in accord with the singer of the nature who has the ultimate hand on the chord! Plucks who the strings ripples the water flutters the leaves beats the heart silently on the melodic musical! Being resigned and submissive leaves a blank tone in the birdsong... melodious and philharmonic it becomes when our voice joins in the eternal sinfonia! PHOTOCREDIT:www.sortol.com
A hope sits on the window sill every morning after the night darkening, With a straw of happiness in her beak to build a nest of compassionate dream… Persistent in her efforts, continuously she flies and gathers, each single strand of luck, with sincere diligent fervor. Sometimes bruised ,hurt or scratched, still then manages to fly with her broken wings of thoughts yet another golden morn! A hope I find chirping everyday singing a melody being happy and gay, sitting on my window sill every morning as I wake… PHOTOCREDIT:www.rspb.org.uk
Roaring ferociously the king of forest in the silent night, when the world sleeps and rests,
leaves tremble,shivers the wind,peace shook by the terror of the burning blink.
Noiseless steps moves forth and leaps, clasping the mind infinitely free
mesmerized the little lamb weak, by hypnotism cunningly.
Darkness prevails through the woods ,flora and fauna slumbers like mute,
Walking amidst the sleeping woods, the poor lamb hexed in misfortune.
A prey tonight, celebrates the king,the mighty ruler of power,
His eyes shine with arrogance and haughtiness, as if won an important battle,
Terrifying the weak again succeeds , the persisting rule of destiny,
Unless the modest stands with courage, fights the witching look with brazenness,
History shall repeat itself ,the meek will always follow the swayer to the den…
What do you think! Does power rule our mind and destiny?
On a voyage
embarks the mind
with thoughts carved in clouds,
imaginations painted on the skies…
Millions of miles it sailed
On the seas ,rough and silent
absorbing the ambience
with music in the background
trumpets ,bugles as tornadoes
places of habitat…
It continues the journey
without stopping anywhere…
On shores and sands
accumulating wealth of experience
acquiring riches from innumerable passages
in the tunnels of the time
it stored the treasures on the deck
during the journey of maritime.
With winds strong,
affecting the directions
it sailed with the current
with instinctive navigation
touching everytime a different shore
It learns to remain afloat and sail in furore.
Subtle smoothness in the air
tranquil thoughts acquire
my restless fervor
gracious petals when I see
magically reflecting the grand splendor!
slightly they move and vibrate
when a disturbing thought touches
trying to close in and shelve within
the fragrance that reigns the essence…
quietness in the atmosphere
still expressing vividly
the thoughts of pristine affection
white and golden
This poem is inspired by a post on blog of Eric,http://wp.me/1YE83which I read and the haiku there prompted me to write few lines! I wrote a verse in continuation!
After reading ROOTS – haiku. I remembered few golden words of wisdom which I had heard in my childhood! I comprehended it in my own version!
Dust of the ground
he smudges on his forehead,
for the soil had the
blessings of the
and noble saints!
On this path
to the temple
millions of feet walked
without realizing the priceless measure.
Idol in the shrine
shones like gold
awestruck crowd moves
in strident force
with folded hands they pray
for a wish
few worldly pleasures
gorgeous and umpteen!
halts to feel the sacred presence
in the particles of earth
where few holy souls had stepped!
He knows what
lies in the golden blessed dust
which can change the flow of life forever.
It hasn’t been long since the pathway on which she walked everyday used to converse with her.
The routine frequent visits of the people from the nearby neighborhood,the silent tremblings of the trees with branches brushing each other merrily and soothingly.The footsteps which left an imprint on the loosely scattered dust,the marks of some four-legged creatures that came wandering here during the night in search of prey or to quench their thirst from the nearby stream.
The path narrated innumerable stories of such trodden ones who became a pat of the lost track sometime for a moment in this life.
As if the path enjoyed the presence of everyone that had been on it once ever.
Its life revolved around the lives of the beings those came to its acquaintance anytime.
The strange bushes that looked wild and almost bended over the way to cover it half through its width were proud to be dominating the place of such varied interest.
The colorful violets,lilies,flowers of all fantasies peeped over and over to have a look at the most intriguing pathway.
She was the only on e who understood the language of the abstract .She could read the lines of thoughts that got drawn on the canvas of the existent path. The zig zag ones spoke loudly about every living being that had traced on to this and with fond or sour memories .
Few had cursed the one to lead them into dark entangling forest,some had blessed it for showing them the light after the prolonged darkness.
It all depended on how far one went on it and in search of what !
Seekers just went on without having a second thought,enjoying the journey and the feel of such a place that led them out of nowhere and took them away from the stress.
This pathway was an integral part of her life now.She started presuming it to be her guide,her mentor,which showed her the right path and opened new dimensions out of nowhere every time when she got stuck. The faith of the belief that the way always navigated her through the difficult times was amazing and mystical.
She had glorified the pathway in her own way and it accomplished the crown of its proclaimed glory!
Arresting the motion of the dynamic flow,
halts the progress of a learning soul,
clipping its wings , it lays chained,
fluttering to fly over again!
Liberating the thoughts of restless mind,
extending the horizon beyond time,
frees the clutched expressions lying
dead inside …
Maneuvering the churning notions,
channelizing rightly the emotions,
letting the spirit steer ,
to guide the soul’s questions…
towards the open sky,
directional and focused.
relinquishing the fears,
secreting sheer exuberance ,
inquisitive the mind becomes,
then progresses forth,
what is needed in our life,
with so much of darkness unfathomed,
and the path to our destination
gets lost everytime.
wonder what makes us walk,
our inner light
or a guiding star
far away from the earth
Whether we get abandoned or estranged ,
there is a light shining our way..
to let us know
who we are..
where do we stand …
and what for!
A small flame of candle,
or an earthen lamp,
light from the lighthouse,
or the dazzling luminance,
every light has its purpose,
serving the life with a fervour…
The illumined stars of this Galaxy
the sun and the moon,
since aeonian times
as they light the universe,
brightening the creation of the Almighty…
Illuminating for ages …
they are the illumination…
by the greatest illuminator!