Wednesday, 29 October 2014
Tuesday, 28 October 2014
Sunday, 26 October 2014
Just a painting brush makes strokes
With dark blue color in the sky.
Grey clouds make intentional arrival in the dawn
Wind circling over sea, nine hundred miles’ away
The sky never owns darker shade in its skin
Blue is simple, beautiful in its own prettiness
Even a child can see it and sing a song of beauty
That needs not extra freshness with color shades.
It is dawn; patchy colors give some signals of storm
Crust of the earth does not reflect sunlight,
The sky needs no favor, it shows the truth.
Some enrollment of weather’s new product
Just begins hovering over either near or at far,
We will face the catastrophe, swinging in the sky
As if a painting brush paints darker
Side of the nature’s summoning.
Saturday, 25 October 2014
Wednesday, 22 October 2014
Saturday, 18 October 2014
While moving in a train, it comes to my view,
The front of hills, the front of greens,
The front of clouds, the sky is ready to take
Everyone in its review, the day is bright, playing
Hide and seek with sunlight, shadowy and sunny,
Visible with clarity, greeting cheers, forming
Day time dance, almost singing, birds flying,
Essence of freedom is full of sense and tense.
The day is full of caesura, lines of a verse
Window of the train becomes passage of the earth,
As if it is classic awakening, pretty wellness, arising
From the dark, we are responding with singing,
Cadence with time and travel, wondering scene,
Sprouting of joy and introduction of rain, forming
Fortune of pupil’s vigor, we are experiencing it.
This nature’s royal attire reinvented, priceless.
Friday, 17 October 2014
Light and shadow falling about yard’s apart,
The cloud and the blue make both run closer,
Cloud’s shadow falls on meadow, while we are
Passing through sunlight, wind drifts cloud,
Clearing barricades over passage of sunrays,
And we are moving in a bus in the sunlight,
Following riddles of shadow, soon after,
Carried down, creating life’s sojourn a concert.
Thursday, 16 October 2014
Wednesday, 15 October 2014
I stopped before the shop-window
It showed flowers for selling to customers
And the eminent was telling in whispers
“Come, love me, buy me, it is my pleasure.”
“You may place me upon study table,
You may place me upon the whole house
Or in your garden, with some sticks to nail me,
I will pose with my beauty, fragrance, instead.”
It is stitch of blows on the truth, motivated,
As market moves with open buckles of drove,
Living with pleasure and moving with status
The symbolic transition is author of all maestros.
Tuesday, 14 October 2014
Autumn sun-rays play in the hill region,
Morning spreads pleasing care around,
Lightly move little children in the village,
They are enjoying in wind of soft harmony,
Birds and greens mingle in sweet singing,
Climbing papaya tree is magic with balance,
For food of the day, the boy tries to pluck
Papaya while others are looking at him.
At that time we are walking along there
Seeking some desperation to find life,
It is another sojourn over our living pattern,
We are delighted in the boy’s turn
On childhood honeying with the nature,
It becomes fairy tale in bold and free
Spin of the boy’s attempt to go forward,
These children are growing in silver sunlight.
Monday, 13 October 2014
Sunday, 12 October 2014
My eyes are caught
At a century-old clay rooftop
With shabby interior of a tea-shop
Standing between concrete walls of two garment-shops.
I think of the owner’s leaning and obligations
To stay at old fashioned way floating on past,
Various steps keep the owner away from
Restructuring house on tracks of renovation.
I think of the time that is present
With its truth and it does not share
The changing of this time that others follow,
It is carefree and fairy tale to remember the past.