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?
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.
on the falling and rising tidal waves
amidst the rough climate
surpassing every storm and hazy days
through silent, restless nights…
after years of deplorable moments…
wandered through the dense darkened forests
searching for the soul close and intimate…
the lonesome hearts sought for real happiness…
wrenched by twists of life,
in clenched fists of relations with strife
in silence humble ,
bringing on every face a smile…
the solitary souls walked in the arid desert
thirsty and naive.…
hitherto unaware of each other
walking alone on the same path…
yet away from one another…
two distinct flames of the same Creator
come across at a juncture…
Thence, conspires the Galaxy with the stars,
to guide the souls and illumine their path…
a radiant effulgence from the heaven
as a wick of the lantern…
their traversing path…
the twin souls, thus
earn the command
of destiny and fate’s predicament
assimilating in eternal fire
of love and existence…
becoming one in transcendence.
Through the glass of life
a film I view
with a backdrop music of living
characters who play and cavort …
forgetten , the sense of life
their goal, their intention of being alive
in wine glasses,tumble they
in a gulp , quaff the essence.
frills, frolics on their mind
flowers deem fit when presented on valentine…
lost in the glittering charm of the world,
abandoned is the soul of humanity forever.
that’s what I seemed to love…
the fluttering wings of the flying wonders
brightly coloured, crafted exquisitely
yellow patches in auburn imagery,
a little imago loves to dance
when the lovely breeze
sways by chance!
Behold! gorgeous tiny
beings on earth
the wondrous butterflies
Have you ev’r come across
their melodious humming song
or heard the flickering pulsating beats ,
descant of their lost ardor
or frozen shreds on leaves along!
They too… long for the flame of amor
the intense passion ,
craving to encircle the kindled one
inspite of possessing the
magnificence to mesmerize
yet they burn in the fire
of undying unrequited love…