Phtocredit:www.high-definition-wallpapers.info I bask in the gleaming sunshine the soft wind kisses my whorls, through miles it traversed, playing with the clouds dancing above the weeds of thoughts now brushed aside I snuggle in the warmth of your love.... with an embrace I enliven myself... for yet another hundred years... pacifies my restless heart in tranquil I sleep amongst the tender filaments of love I discover the affection lying within! scarlets,pinks,bloom in flush the pasture shines with a silvery streak, in valleys I tumble down whirling my passionate thinkings!
There was once a mighty ruler ,
known for his courage and valour
Powerful and Rich ,
Tall and Magnificient,
People trembled with fear,
whenever they saw him appear,
Whatever he wished ,he snatched by force,
Innumerable wars he won,
yet he was thirsty for dominion .
Jewels and gems,
Golds and diamonds…
Women and wine flowed like rivers,
Still nothing appeased his apathetic self…..
Something still wasn’t possessed,
by his reign and through his fame,
He ruled on thousands
in every region of Indian plain
Directions too seemed to know,
that he was ruler and they bowed,
Then what was that, his heart missed?
Contentment or the Mental peace?
One day he saw a young monk,walking naked feet on the hot ground,
Surprised and shocked to see,the Emperor summoned for him,
The silent monk appeared in the court,
Courteous and Silent like a revered soul,
He smiled and wished the king “happiness”,
And asked the reason for his presence..
The lost Emperor asked “What makes you smile
..even when you have nothing in your life?
To which the pious soul replied,” I have the Richest jewel inside “
That sparkles when I think of THEE,
Priceless and precious ,when I care about the children of “HIM”
The contentment that I have in heart,
Is because Iam loved by all,
I wish to serve the mankind ..
To get happiness in my bodily shrine..
The mighty Emperor had tears in his eyes,
He thought he was lost for a while,
The moment changed his lavish life,
“The Lost Emperor” got a reason to smile,
He started serving his subjects,
treating as his own children,
Spreading the light of happiness ,
He preached love and peace amongst the humans.
How I wished I could be him,
writing golden pages in history
with the eternal word of love and compassion
which shone through his destiny…
How I wish hath I been the one
The mighty Chakravarti Emperor
Ashoka, thy name would hath been mine…
and my soul could hath stopped the
bloodshed and aftermath
of the gruesome war of Kalinga
which killed and slained millions
when the river Mahanadi flooded with blood and tears
floating bodies ,amputated fears,
gory and wrath would ne’vr hath been
Had I embodied as Ashoka the mighty being!
Wars can never bring peace and will always bring more bloodshed. The world starves for peace and every nation today is devoid of the universal peace and harmony which should be the main motto of every nation and country.
Not a morsel for her every grain hath been shared, the empty plate shines reflecting her freckled face… mockingly it shows her vulnerability saddened eyes painted with poverty… pangs of hunger make noise the rattle of unfilled stomach is heard even if disguised… laughs the empty plate at the cruel fate what a destined day! Where the world feasts and I remain starving for days… wish I was a possession of a proud kitchen decked with sumptuous dishes to succor for then, I would not have been so vindictive cursing my owner, the famished being …
I, poverty, thy destitute figure of humanity,
In rags and mud , I am strewn,
Crushed by offsprings of supremacy
An illegitimate child of power , Iam,
littered ,cluttered , scattered
The bitter truth of the world,
I, poverty, the homeless progeny…
… of the created hypocrisy…
Broods who in thousands ,
agonize in vacillating hearts…
never fathered by the dominions
although I am stripped and denied my part,
dither none, the authority stands unfretted,
I die and get buried
in the human carcasses…
to appear again in another misery
I, poverty, indigent is my form!
What made the common man suffer in the fight for survival? What made him so vulnerable against the pitiable condition? Who tied his hands behind ,with strings of unfaithful symptoms? Forgetting the core of humanity ,what makes him shed his dead skin? The political vendetta is blame game of irrationalism Have you ever watched the chameleon with different colours? Beside the scene, sits the common man quietly When shall his inner voice scream for justification…? Shall a crusade ever start within the hard core shell of man wears who the mask of public, politician, official or lawmaker Of different genres , of different dispositions Tis the mankind which suffers… offspring of whom we are … lost,stranded and forgotten.
Here is an audio visual treat from the creators of “Suroor of the Soul” , me and Shaheen .
Nature with the eternal music and a verse in a soft voice is always a delight! Sharing with you the video of “A BUD” from the pages of ” Suroor of the Soul”.
In written words I respire ,
in spoken I dance!
in the rustling of tender leaves
I discover a mellifluous tune
which basks in the glory
of the shining sun…
beneath the shelter of
the lovely mulberry…
my ears hear the playful melodies
the noise of crickets
and some frogs playing near,
yet in their croaking voice I find
the melody of the enchanting nature…
the gushing flow of the brook near
flock of canaries swing
with butterflies swirling over
I celebrate the autumn song
of precious earth
in tiny sounds
that I hear!
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
O ! thundering clouds!
shower ! rain thy selfless love today!
in pain dances the alluring peacock…
amidst the jungle ,camouflaged
restless is its heart and the storming weather!
gazing at the grey clouds above
it awaits thy ecstatic drizzle
tired feet ,ache
as endless,becomes the terpsichore…
The salve to the dreary feet
whilst it moves to the lilting tunes
is in your drops ,O ! sailing clouds!
The peacock awaits today for your shower!