This is a special post as I complete 11 years in the WP blogging world out of which the early 3-4 years I had been extremely active. Gradually the activeness here reduced and other activities started simultaneouly but nevertheless, my gratitude to the WordPress Blogging world and my community shall remain forever. As my journey to every destination/ goal started from here.
in perception of unknown
in realization of truth
in pursuit of perfection
how often shall we stumble
hold the universe on shoulder
and be blamed forever
the page witnesses
colour of ink and its chaos
within silence of words...
From the pangs of the unseen blows Amidst the silent ocean When the boat tries to row Who wondered would storms tremble the rakes The anchor had been rigid The rope too strengthened Yet forgot the wind The vessel stranded Reined by fate Pulled by actions Navigated by logic The weakened sail Moved to another harbour
How easy it was to wipe the etch The faith of going beyond horizon believed ne’r ..put on stake How long would The wind be bemused Flowers, creepers dont carry it to moon
Tis the heart that shall drive again Reaffirming presence Even being abandoned to no man s land Course it to the perfect stage..
will it not?
the roadway to the final destination
would carry the fragrance of
soil... dried leaves and the sweat along?
will it spread the nostalgia of sojourn
while the swaying branch bends to
brush the tresses
Will the dust speak of the crimson sunset
floating in the air
or of the wading birds bidding adieu
to lakes and pollen of distant flowers
will the anchor of sail...sing tale
of rough weathers
or the vessel explain the trembles of
would the altar of purpose...
reverberate nuances of the voyage
Breathe then... inhale the redolence ;
...like a feather this
will vanish forever...lost,
in the treading soil
of the travel...
the petals flew with wind
traveling through cedars and hills
the solitary fragrance
invisible , intrigue
retreading the journey
the returning season
in boulevard of memories
finds esoteric nectar ...
lost yet etched
scattered yet embedded
redolence of faith
dispersed in nature....
herein i fortify the roots of nature
ones which need love and affection
in storms whence they stand stronger
deeper to travel more inside the gravel....
roots of life ,
roots of human
ignorance or wisdom
what lies on the layer is superficial
above the ground...the world is so different
the real roots exist and appear....
whilst the storm had intentions
that were futile
the petals reopened
blossomed in white
the winds had blown shelters of words
trying to ransack whole world...
in morning light
in night mystic
the lone flower bloomed
on the dignified tree
crumpled at times, crushed
inside it pined...
resilience added to the power of victory
truth and immaculateness paved the way to serenity
Window of thoughts open
A li'l birdie sitting on sill
Voices names of
Distant hills and flowers
"You know ‘em"
Asked, the moon
"Nope, they are my
Wishful dreams ,
I have treasured…"
-"Forgotten in chores of surviving
my true companions
grains I collect and few twigs dry
nest I have , yet breath I lost by"
"Wish I spread my delicate feathers
Flutter and fly
to the distant crimson horizon
Sunsets , rivers, clouds I shall kiss
abide the trail and return
The birdie sang,
"for another dawn ,
for another morn
I shall sing melodies
of hope ,I reckon"
to be slashed
the vein split into two
lacerating pool of blood
oozing life's potion in directions
one never knew
the body does live
the flame burns in agony
far beneath the Himalayan valleys
what lies ahead
in the journey of a nightingale
the lore of sunrise and sunsets she sang mellifluously
picking grains of love from every field
wrapped in petals of myriad flowers
the tale of unsung love
thus sets to end!
Thousand times we ponder to think
Isn't the journey a new voyage to begin
wondering whether we can reach the end
the destined goal , a peak to rest
While climbing often we fail and fall
rolling down to initial start
crest and troughs are part of life
like tides that rise or collapse in no time
with every waxing & waning of moon
friends, comrades cometh many
pausing a bit, sharing good testimonies
walketh few for some steps
some wandered along for selfishness
co traveller of times
co traveller of space
co traveller in universe
beyond the lines of action and emptiness
energies of virtue, energies of patience
power of thoughts, force of faith to be reckoned
when merge in sync
thus become we
co travellers of a destination
until the purpose is accomplished...