Isn’t the orchid pale today or
the azure lost its hues in frosty weather
the pink lilies too
when the dusk appears little purple than
the scarlet pier…usual
forgotten in dead remains
as ashes they scatter in dust
reminiscences of the beloveds
who died one fateful night
again prevails the same climate
transforms the camouflage of
flowers and world
Tis the sky who alone
remembers the fury
repercussions of war
in cold blooded atmosphere…
sulks the orchid tonight…
purple appears the crimson lover
stained in blood drops
dried and desiccated as humans of universe.
The fortress is my companion,
its walls my confidante
within the fortified ramparts
lie ,I and my solitary creeper.
It clings to a side
with a desire to feel the warmth
I, lost and abandoned
look for an auspice …
together we bind
knot ourselves in a string
hope where swings
light shines …
Hail ! thy wind ,we call upon
send us the fresh breath of the faraway blossoms
our air is stale
sleeps,the fortress in silence
I and my solitary creeper
fly away with the wind!
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 !
Mist, the heavenly love sprayed in the zephyr
Watched the silvery clouds from above
frosty designs created on heart of earth,
shined the periphery of the sapphire meadow!
gazed the dancing butterflies with awe
nightingales sang the melody of life
in cadence flowed the river
what a musical opera in concert!
Wondrously the colossal mountains stared
at the beauteous spirit of nature
swayed the dense forests
smiled and fluttered the newly born leaf!
far away the mighty ocean roared
asserting its presence
to the distant golden sands
who await to be quenched .
Behold! Nature bedecks as a bride,
with jewels of flowers
diffusing the eternal fragrance in air
and a veil of the silken spread
embossing the vista in the saffron glow
ready for the nuptial vows
as a bride of eternal grandeur!
burnt pyre of the hopes in flame
had remained ablaze
yet remained in haze
ashes now heap on earth
barren realm stands without shade…
had been once fertile
rained then the feelings
deserted now is the land
devoid of living…
for years when it stands such,
a cacti won’t grow on its soil thus.