Let us flow like the perennial river
gushing past the rocks
through the valleys
and down the hills to
let us hear the song of chirping birds
play with butterflies
bloom with the orchids
and roll on meadows laughing
and cuddling over.
let us climb to the sky
catch the stars twinkling
and draw doodles
of love on heaven
will you come over
or beckon me there
to flow together
like the humming river?
While my heart throbs in the
Misty mornings of winter
Thy soul snuggles for some warmth in my words
I paint the sky saffron embracing thou
beside you under the mulberry tree
you had asked
my name on dust of a storm
will thy be mine
I had nodded
carving thou inside deep notches
We sit and dream
Away from one another by seven seas
will there be a common sky
a single roof where
you would be the ink and I, the quill .
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.
your words pierced every vein
and I saw the lost moment again
In dust I vanished
you in the dew of time
both in opposite directions
but hearts connected for lifetime
with a sigh,
the hope dawns with every morn,and sets
in the night dark
a moment to be together
leaving the world aside.
She lives nowhere
neither in her own cage
nor in open air
homeless, shelterless she moves…
would the tranquil blue provide
her some rest
will the traveling clouds quench her thirst ageless,
in the crowd, she gets lost
her voice diminishing to nothingness
where ‘s she now
where is her abode
in the limitless sky
she searches for her unique dwell.
the pragmatic spirit
which failed to live as a free bird
pinioned to the ancillary pedestal with bondage,
a pit of darkened sphere
where like a dragon is a holocaust
in the feeble body,
a sunken heart,
fears swing of life
forgoing and abstract
stares at the time pendulum
under the lampshade orange ,
dawned a ray of wisdom
an assimilation of glitches
burns the scared pyre
illuminating the inner luminescence