The Rainy season- A random musing
Like the beautiful flowers of palash, popularly known as fire of the forest, I was burning . The inner turbulence like the upheaval of tides made me rise and fall against the heavy rocks of life.
Had the shore been sandy ,I wished to have laid myself on the shore surrendering to the splashing waves of a sea,but nonetheless,it was n’t such.It was rocky.
Life isn’t what we dream and wish for! We have to create a path to realize this dream and then walk on it ,many a times getting pierced by innumberable thorns .
The fragrance which disseminates in the atmosphere is usually of the wild flowers growing on open meadows and hillsides, those which bring freshness in life and also in the monotonous mundaneness. Pruned, I loved watching birds flying in the sky, they seemed to be so happy, free and delighted ,marching towards their goal . Their wings unfettered and whistling to their favourite tunes they sang whenever they wished .
A sense of freedom filled the heart and I wished I could fly thus like the wading birds.
The riot of colours in the evening sky brought more nostalgia as I walked towards the mound on the top of the mountain. This rainy season, nothing had changed.
I can’t let it die
The solitary poetic sigh
Which breathes in minute pauses
Betwixt the gaps of worldly duties and entangled chores
Neither let it suffocate in the fumes of intoxicating insecurities
Nor allow the pangs of survival and existence wipe the ethereal pastels
Those vernacular treasures fastened securely in caskets of thoughts
Transform as they rise and glow as embers in the sky to twinkle till ages eternal.
beneath that blueness does life smile
like the pretty lilies
does the rivulet sing
songs of love
can it dissolve the pain
of burning years
which path shall reach to this realm
where pure would be the air
and clear emotions,
Will thou lead me to other side
into such heaven ?
while I lie numb next to the
corridor of spring
where sings the cuckoo
whence the loving breeze slips past me
Melody of spring, a sweetness splendid
Here I lie
near the gates of morn
while sleeps my companion
behind the sun near horizon
I watch the blooming lilies,
their smile ,so intoxicating
…fragrant bunches of love in extravagance
Here I lie near the window of hope
within the bars of life
caged is the soul
I witness the mystic creations
the tranquil river knew my lore
that flowed beside your cottage
while mesmerized tall conifers
overlooked the minute gambles
near the mountain door .
Here I lie in fragments,
gathering bits to create a new mural
brushing colours picked
from nature to the
once dead existence.
donning a mask,
like on stage , they believed
world is surely a theatre
and we the actors…
forget they while
running through script of the legend
the ink flowed out of incontinence
behind the curtain ,
exists the real
curtailing while shaking hands
endless follies,what true nature
hath a human displayed
weeps the soul under the canopy of body
in large measures
masks attractive, masks colourful
Halloween allows phantasmagorical faces
yet every day isn’t Halloween
forgets the human
switching masks umpteen.
Thou as tall as the majestic Everest
thy length can never be measured in yards
thy width expandable as the vast azure
I lose my self in the blueness of thou ! Krishna
in thy depth is the ecstatic endless ocean
I immerse and submerge
in the sublime waves
to dive deep
and reach the zenith of bliss.
That path where thou left me
still awaits thy return
whence shall the golden moment arrive
like the aureate of the zephyr
I await thy steps
when thou retread
I walk on the same path