THE GARDENER


Lie down , on the soft green grass.
The silken carpet is spread for you
for you to rest
on the cosy emerald
 with ease and  comfort …
The gardener tonight watered the weeds
Lo! It transformed into a satin sheet..,
How much he cares ,
Do you realize…
He snipped off the rough edges
while you sleep…
 
Open your eyes ,
absorb the beauty..
The vast sky spreads its arms with care…
 
The gardener awaits …
till you wake up…
a thousand flowers  embrace your season…
with ravishing dew drops
will the jewels shine…
 your soul and heart  forgets
There is a gardener to water,
The Garden of your life!

Nature around us !


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The myriad colours of these smiling flowers

are an inspiration to the dreary routine of human life.

Flight!


 

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O ! flying bird !

where doth you perch

beyond the majestic mountains

flows the immaculate ocean of love…

where doth you play

amongst the flora and fauna

the elegant lotus awaits

your transformed persona…

Thousand petals will bloom

when you fly  within

touching the horizon  and diving deep

 

DEMURE


I’m in the pearls
those which adorn the earth
with their exquisite
beauty…

watching your delicate steps
on the nearby meadow
rests where my soul
in drops of dew spread …

breathing the perfume
that you once wore
fragrances which my heart
as the lilies droop more…

quietly I whisper your name
vales and hills echo the same
proclaiming of the adore
for the demure
vanished who abruptly in the far jungles…

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In Silence


 

in the echoes of silence

resonates the music

played by

eternal Divine…

contemplates the soul

in whispers

the actions of

I, as whole …

 

walks the human

on the path given

as directed by

his conscience and Divine…

 

PETALS


 
Unfurled petals as they seem,
The curved lashes black and shining,
Who prevent the deluge
to the brim…
 
cupping up the falling drops of destiny…
with every cascade of the fall,
breaks the delusion and fallacy
to let the sublime stream flow
without inhibition…
 
thy petals ! herald
the advent of spring,
the fall and rains  behind lay stranded,
they embrace the fragrance
of the bouquet
brought with winds of the mist!
 
 

RETREAD TO NATIVE SOIL


When the auburn setting sun fainted

I dipped in the shades of reminiscences

flew the sprightly dancing birds

Migrating back to the home of their old ancestral…

Unlike the human who leaves

ne’er turns and looks back

The scent of the nostalgic dust

Of thy motherland

although when  fills the nostril

of the wetted eye…

How hath the colour changed  of the sky

I watch the clouds move

from the place where I once dwelt

to  newer horizon…

long  years  ripens the hair

white silver streak visible

yet awaits the native soil

re tread of the same feet

which has lost the path

under the blue firmament.

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NOBLE PROFESSION


Classy chose few embellished dreams
They signify the status and reach
impractical and hard to decipher
The nomenclature of the modern day objective.
 
What fuss the jargons create thus
 piling with verbiage
 leaving aside rectitude and veracity
with dancing doldrums of the coloured goals
announces the widely acclaimed aspiration.
 
Preferred if, another idyllic venture
Lies which beyond the commoner’s comprehension
assumes the widespread then
there doesn’t exist any such profession.
 
In servitude of mankind thus
to render free expression in form of few precious words
which reveal the  candor  of self
to uplift the withering sense of the perishing humanity…
is my chosen noble profession.
 
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THE GOLDEN FISH


When the running brook sang

lilting tunes of magic

the air danced on beats rhythmic…

 

sprung ,up & down,

forth in the stream,

the golden fish in ecstasy…

 

she glided,she swimmed

wading through waters

midst the valleys and hills…

 

around the rocks

ov’r the stones…

on reverberating notes…

 

whilst in the exhilarating journey

the golden fish of a simple species

lived her life in a  true spirit.

 

 

Story by a birdie!


Rested awhile against the sturdy trunk of the old banyan,

I closed my dreary eyes for a second to fall asleep,

A falling leaf from the branch above, woke me up,

Shockingly as I got up to look around and stood on my feet.

 

The little birdie on the highest branch laughed aloud

In her jubilant mischievous tone ,she sang

“Oh! Look how fears a man strong, in broad daylight

from a gush of wind,

a fallen leaf shocks his senses ,he who can shake the

whole tree!!!

“What use the power and the vigour,

that is afraid of minute things

The heart inside trembles and shivers

 on every instantaneous scene.”

 

 “I ,the little birdie ,sit here and say,

When my nest gets wrecked in every storm and rampage,

yet I build the straw house ..

with patience and smile…

what makes the powerful man

then sit like a loser and moan in pain

 …while he lost few pounds by chance…

And still has ahead the whole lifetime”.

 

When my tiny birdies,who are just hatched

 Sometimes slip and fall  from the nest

 their determination and courage makes them fly

to a safer place to be in peace….

 

“Why,Alas! The tired human sits like a loser under the tree

He has got strength, brain and power to

use and rebuild …

What for he cries and what for he screams,

He is his own creator,

He ,who can build his own destiny.”