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
Category Archives: poetry
THE FENCE
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Through the gates of the cricket fence,
I walked thousand steps
More or less I dare not count and guess
for the living
I went ahead in the woods unknown ,
in search of some wood to be burn instead of coal!
…
The orange glow filled the place
with light of hope and faith
I walked and trotted so as
to reach near the burning fire-lake!
As I stretched my arms
to touch the ball of effulgence
it moved back and I moved forth
a play of childhood began
….meanwhile
I forgot
I was there on an errand…
Smiled he , when I got tired
as I sat under the tree’s shade
slowly it too faded behind
the thousand trees
“which I needed for the fire
Of the evening meal!”
THY HEART !
Thy can ne’er know
what art thy heart speaks
in silence thou ne’er heard
my flutterings…
With a fistful of
songs of love
I try to touch
thy soul
with words of passion
written in your amor.
I set ablaze the
extinguishing fire
you doth not see it though
perhaps someday you might see
the ignited wick’s glow!
sigh I o’er for your glance
yet you ne’er perceive
the missed beats of thy heart
when I kissed your cheeks!
Upon the dream decor
I sleep and wish
for a momentous begin
when thy heart becomes mine
echoes my name whilst wandering!
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ADVENT OF SUMMER!
Bidding adieu to the blooming spring bedecks who the earth as a queen I embraced the scorching days of heat with the advent of summer silently… Sweltering heat burns the bod falling waters are soothing halt whilst holidays are more for fun knoweth not mercy the glowing sun… Yet along the shores with a bright suntan love the magic of tides cool and vibrant ! Quenches the thirst of a drying throat few sips of lemonade and iced melon bright outfits add vibrancy to the otherwise boring shores… Often while watering the lawn … when the sprinkler moves somewhere else the splashing of the cool spray rejuvenates the heated soul.
WRITTEN FOR http://thewhitescape.wordpress.com/2013/05/10/lets-all-drabble-a-more/
WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE – “PATTERN”
Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern.
Patterns are a part of life. Patterns of nature surprise and mesmerize us with their charm.
Man made patterns are unique and marvelous in their structure and form,yet subordinate to the extraordinary designs of the creator!
Delicate framework in a small bridge
The gigantic structure shows a pattern intricate and fine.
subtle designs as pattern of a temple structure
“To understand is to perceive patterns”
Howrah bridge ,kolkatta
an intrinsic work of pattern sculpted .
“Patterns repeat themselves in history”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian
pattern of colour and shape
Pattern of the sand in a desert
“Perceiving the world as well designed and thus the product of a designer, and even seeing divine providence in the daily affairs of life, may be the product of a brain adapted to finding patterns in nature. (38)”
― Michael Shermer, Why Darwin Matters: The Case Against Intelligent Design
CHIMES OF THE WIND
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Chimes of the wind sing
song of a nearby brook
melody echoes of the cuckoo shy
hiding in the mango bush.
Bees and butterflies swirl and dance
encircling the blossoms in romance
playful air carries the heart
miles away through different paths…
Morning glory plays the music
of the golden dawn
unfurling petals whisper and toss
humming on the beats of morn.
Caressing leaves ,the branches dangling
the soft breeze whispers in the ears
“Carrying forth the rhythm of nature
in my embraced arms
Here I come and stay for a while
to flow now to distant horizon…”
Saffron!
What knoweth the single strand
of a saffron
amidst the trio of carpels
it hath the colour and essence
invigorating life with exotic fragrance.
timidly smiling at the sun
blooms the flower
perfuming waters exotic for Cleopatra Gorgeous
instilling life through medicines of Gaza for years
as an offering exquisite for divine and the spiritual..
PHOTOCREDIT:www.acesaffron.com
WEEKLY WRITING CHALLENGE- “THROUGH THE DOOR”- “THE NIGHTMARE”
It was a restless day full of apprehension and fear of something unknown which had clasped me .
Busy schedules and overloaded responsibilities too sometimes fail to drive such insane thoughts away . They have their way of hovering over the mind even on the extremely busiest day! Walking down the lane that reaches straight to my house,I had glanced everything around. It was all the same,the shops with something new to be displayed,cafeterias with people gossiping , the souvenir stalls wooing the new tourists and the skyline getting brighter with the illuminated sparks of night lights.
With the keys in my hand ,which I usually take out once I disembark from the company bus round the corner ,were tinkling as the chimes of the keys moved in my hands. I reached my destination and stepped on the stairs to insert the key . Shockingly it didn’t turn around and I pressed it a bit to see whether it was put inside properly.
The little pressure opened the door ajar without even unlocking.
“The wooden door ajar
reopening
all the gates to agony
darkness is what I can see
In the tunnels of time
where I reach suddenly…”
I was stunned and astonished. Had someone burgled into my house when I was away? Was there anyone already inside waiting to attack me? Numerous questions confused me and I rushed inside to make sure if things were in proper place.
Before I switched on the lights,I saw a luminous bright light coming from the room adjacent .
I slipped slowly into the room.
Suddenly I noticed a huge mirror leaning against the wall. It was a precious antique piece,one which can be a prized possession.I could not remember why and how this had landed here. I had never bought this piece nor I did own it.
I went ahead to have a look.
“The mirror on the wall
looks at me ,mocks and laughs
“what made you return
to this dungeon?
Isn’t the present world
a better place to live in?”
“The city has turned into a dead corpse”, I heard few voices screaming.
Gunshots and noise of artillery deafened my ears. Military troops moving adjacent and having a fierce combat.
“Nicholas”, someone shouted , ” shoot! what are you waiting for?”
I turned around to see another soldier trying to say something. The bombshells again hypnotized my senses.
Suddenly I could feel the weight of the Lee-Enfield rifle hanging around my shoulder .Thick fluid wetted the grip of my hands,I could see blood all over.
I had in me the mix blood for my mother had been the once beautiful girl of the Serb! I had the looks of her distinct charm and the raw dominance of my dad.
“Shoot ,you fool,else you will be killed “, I could hear the lines again.
It was my commander ordering me to face the enemy .I remembered each scene from this deadliest wars of history ,the World War 1.
Millions were killed,innocents slayed,cities destroyed and towns vandalized.For 2 long years I was moving continuously with my troops killing thousands of soldiers,”Humans I must say.”
“This should end” , I had screamed to myself.I cannot shed more blood ,the view of the brutal faces,the terrorized looks haunted my dreams.
“See how you are lost
to your fears
succumbed to your pressures
apprehensive has become your future
I see the gloomy dust of pain
on my face in the image”.
How did I reach here ? It was 19 15 ,which meant I had traveled back in the time space into the past. But why? I never knew I was a soldier ,a rather such a cruel one. This bloodshed is a part of my life which had scared me till today.
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But I am a software professional and just 30 yrs old then is it my previous birth that I am visualizing? Is it a dream? This could reconnect me with the fact that I usually woke up in the middle of the night screaming in dream of an outrage of war and pleading, “Please forgive me ,my Lord.I cannot kill innocent people.”
“Wipe the mud
clear off the doubts”
I heard my voice ,
“go back to the world profound
whirlpool is this
the past tense
shall tangle and drive you insane
go away run and flee
live in today
accept the destiny…”
Profusely sweating I wiped my face and found myself standing back again in the corridor of my house.The scene had vanished and I was stupefied like a statue. The split second or the few minutes during which I visited the real situation, had been a nightmare for me all during these years and for the first time it had awakened my being.
I knew it was past and I could walk ahead now without fearing about the traumatic dream which killed me every second.
“what hath tomorrow
you ne’er know
forget the past
embrace the air
from the new door!”
I returned from my memories,it was a dream or travel in the time space I never knew,but it ended my worst nightmare.
A FICTION WRITTEN FOR THE Weekly Writing Challenge: Through the Door.
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DIVINE EMBLAZON!
Earthy hues painted my soul with pastels… lost and perturbed lived I in hedges or places palatial… unsettled mind could not contain the rue s of the glossy colors! . . Divine emblazons made me bedazzle with sapphires,emeralds and pearls… Vast sapphire studded sky embraced Warmth I found in the emerald of the earth , submersing my soul in the crimsoned vermillion of the chromatic glow of the burning ruby… citrazine flowers fragranced my aura perfume of which spread in the zephyr… tinge of ultramarine blue defined my image… When I reached deep within… As a pure white pearl I emerged from the altar of life’ where enshrined existed the omnipresent thee! PHOTOCREDIT:product.ganeshaspeaks.com
NEW SEASON!
Of seasons changing
from autumn fall
new nodes of life
prospered on the stalks,
coloring the new envision
with a fresh green verdure…
Like times drought,hath seen the dispassion,
sobriety sought the aim
trifled with reason
as every fall knoweth the truth
after the crepuscle comes the golden dawn,
whose rays shall glitter the waves
of the nearby flowing brook.
Spring donned the glamorous colours
arrived on her chariot of flowers,
bidding adieu to the matured autumn,
who awaits with utmost patience…
thence rendering the precious nature
in the embrace of the new season!
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