As quietly the RADIANCE OF moon PEEPED FROM THE DARK CLOUDS , it was an introspective moment….
The day was full of mundane activities, when chaotic rumbles of noisy surroundings had deafened my ears and thoughts were in a turmoil.
We yearn for silence: each beat of heart counts and tries to camouflage this desire by masks pulled over their faces by societal pressure or hypocritical nomenclature.
Falsity, ego, masks of indifference, inhumaneness, snobbish attitudes, superiority complex, haughtiness…where does all this lead to ? Why the need to mask ourselves every moment, that one tends to forget the real self?
The innocence and simplicity of childhood , the purity of thoughts and true expressions of feelings are all lost somewhere in the storm of desert where people are running after mirage and forgetting the path to the oasis of life.
The resting soul in repose
Which often forget to connect
Then begins the process of initiation
Where we find happiness inside
And seek the divine grace
Years or times unlimited it takes
yet an ephemeral moment can ignite and build the path
to attain consciousness
Whether by cuddling in a corner of home or strolling beside an unknown path which randomly travels to the outskirts of a city, the yearning heart finds solace in quietness of lingering music of breeze or in the rustling of trees or in the moving clouds ,even in dancing waves of a sea. The majestic mountains or even the meadows which run along the hills of freshly emerged greenery embrace us with their quietness.
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"
The cycle of life runs
re brings forth
landscape of virtual apprehensions
like old Travellers on crisscross roads;
startled by new endeavours, eyes challenge the existence
gaze upon the-
credibility of uniqueness and fervour
status quo of minds question, in pretence
on frisson thoughts of dharma;
O! Time , Isn’t it a compulsion
To be beaded in the decked choker woven by
Sequined by our actions
adorn thy flair
in beguiling life
The string of Karma ties and pulls in all directions…
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...