When the running brook sang
lilting tunes of magic
the air danced on beats rhythmic…
sprung ,up & down,
forth in the stream,
the golden fish in ecstasy…
she glided,she swimmed
wading through waters
midst the valleys and hills…
around the rocks
ov’r the stones…
on reverberating notes…
whilst in the exhilarating journey
the golden fish of a simple species
lived her life in a true spirit.
I walk under the grey clouds for distances
to get a glimpse of the silver sky,
where the golden ray strikes and pierces through
on the dead patch of ground on earth
darkened since long!
the earthly pastels saw the morning dawn, when the lush green meadows ran through the long stretches... met the flowing brook whilst on their way ...little flowers bloomed and kissed the charming sway. the tiny weeds along the path brushed and saw the new grasses born... and far away a cry reaches another ear,miles apart across thousand seas, under the vast stretched sky echoing semblance of loved thoughts singing epics of the eternal bond ... here arrives on the heart of the ultimatum on the verge of the universal sphere in the aura of the pristine atmosphere under the colours of the azure amidst the fragrance of thousand jasmines the final meet.. the unison of the earthy colours with the golden aureate destined and predestined to meet...
Rested awhile against the sturdy trunk of the old banyan,
I closed my dreary eyes for a second to fall asleep,
A falling leaf from the branch above, woke me up,
Shockingly as I got up to look around and stood on my feet.
The little birdie on the highest branch laughed aloud
In her jubilant mischievous tone ,she sang
“Oh! Look how fears a man strong, in broad daylight
from a gush of wind,
a fallen leaf shocks his senses ,he who can shake the
whole tree!!!
“What use the power and the vigour,
that is afraid of minute things
The heart inside trembles and shivers
on every instantaneous scene.”
“I ,the little birdie ,sit here and say,
When my nest gets wrecked in every storm and rampage,
yet I build the straw house ..
with patience and smile…
what makes the powerful man
then sit like a loser and moan in pain
…while he lost few pounds by chance…
And still has ahead the whole lifetime”.
When my tiny birdies,who are just hatched
Sometimes slip and fall from the nest
their determination and courage makes them fly
to a safer place to be in peace….
“Why,Alas! The tired human sits like a loser under the tree
He has got strength, brain and power to
use and rebuild …
What for he cries and what for he screams,
He is his own creator,
He ,who can build his own destiny.”
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!
Did the morning dawn knew
I was wide awake the previous night
…
searching for the luminescent light
that which illumines me forever….
How come then the sun rose
Earlier than ever
My Lord must have noticed
my fumbling in the dark
at the odd hours…
HE takes care,HE is concerned,
A thorn pricks me and HE is hurt
So why do then, I be afraid
Of the long tedious unseen desert
When HE showers the rain of love
When I’m lost and falling with thirst….
This morning dawned
earlier than ever…
HE hath sent the Sun to me,
to guide me through the obscure
and motivate me in every endeavor
infusing strength and vigour…
Of precious gems and stones sparkling Lay a rough unpolished piece Amidst the glitters of the world It existed silently. Whilst in the dust,others shone Some red,rubies,some green emeralds, Sapphires too dazzled on the ground In the uneven and unclean world. The blunt rough stone with piercing corners And pointed edges None knew it was the toughest amongst all Lying mutely even in situations hazard.. Everyone who glanced upon the same Would turn around and look for a name It instead observed every step That they traced and left unkempt… Having seen the world and earth so crude It thought of paving a new way profound Walked it on the untrodden path Amidst the chaos and unseen wars Abrasive steps shone its skin Erosion cleared the rubble within With umpteen sharp bends it dazzled and shined Being polished naturally By winds of time… And now it stood like a gem in the crown Glittering more than the real ones around Who were born as the precious stones This was borne to be the peerless one.
HI Everyone! I will be away from the blogspace for the next week ,as I would remain busy in the launch of the book ,
“Suroor of the Soul”.
Hope to catch you all up soon as I come back.Meanwhile enjoy the new poem ” STALWART-THE DIVINE STAR“.
Till then,Best wishes and Happy blogging!
Soumya
A stalwart,
yes !
stands the pillar of life…
strong and erect in harder times.,
leans the weaker and the meek,
in its resistance
they discover
resolution to the hope bleak…
Under the grey clouds ,the column too cries
along with the drops of rain
it sings the lullaby,
sleeps the world ,oblivious of the scene…
morning comes..
and gasps one,
” Oh ! See the paint of the pillar isn’t tough nor fixed ! “
gapes the pillar and absorbs the shock,
for its duty is to stand like a rock!
what the world speaks ... and their remarks…
nothing should forbid the stalwart
from being an uncompromising divinely star!
a thought not so calm and gentle…
“you have to fight back each time…
you fall..
and stand back with vigor…”
speaks the inner voice
with an urge to let me struggle…
fighting against the waves
letting me flow with the real nature…
How long I flip my arms,
how far I stride versus the pressure
hails the heart loud and loud,
” Be yourself and proclaim as a wonder.”
A thought to motivate self and others. To win is to believe in self with conviction.
soumyav 