SPRING RAIN

With the day break, clouds cover the sky,

Where no sunlight comes, and heart of water

Does hover over my head when I am walking

On the roof-top of my house, and drizzles

Are pouring in all-around, it is beginning of March,

Mango flowers just begin to bloom, and

Festival of colors (Happy Holi) begins countdown to come,

Things of beauty of spring begin with Palash flower.

I raise my mind to enjoy that beauty

In cloudy sky that starts to show the earth

That has seasons with vibrant show amid pleasing

Mind’s approach, as long as

Smoothing illusion grows around mind’s journey,                                                                          

Over hard situations and we try to induct us

Into good weather, and raindrops begin falling

With speed of stormy gush, not fenced with narrowness.          

I am on the roof-top and get wet in rain

Raindrops get trapped within cornice walls

And concrete surface fails to soak water

That gets no speedy passage to go down drain,

Waters on the surface turn into a pool or sea

Where raindrops make stir to carry wave of life,

That caries running with bounces, re-bounces,

All are secrets of own songs of nature, delight.  

                                                                                                                             

TANKA

Winter morning

Tourists throng to enjoy sea

Wave in this New Year

The sun hides in the cloud

To see the tide and the pride. 

TRANSITION OF THE EARTH

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. 

SHORT POEM

In the day, white clouds hover in the sky

Ajodhya Hills in silence of drowsy peers. 

BEAUTY OF CLOUDS

I cannot hold breaking clouds in heart.

This morning cloud breaks in beauty.

It is not aberration, but it is conglomeration,

Beauty is there where sorrow and humor

Form content of life as courageous cloud

Becoming energetic in the morning sunlight. 

TANKA

Cloud simmers with rain

Wind blows it past hills and plains

Nostalgic is greens

It’s rice harvesting season

All are expecting raining. 

THE SEA FEELS DISTANCE

Assembly of tourists is thin.

Cloudy sky in rainy season,

People lower gathering

For viewing of wave of the sea

In its vastness, peak of

Circular drawing of life,

With the wind, mirror of assimilation,

Above the surface and water pathway,

People are waiting for time

And for weather fresh to see the sun-rise

And enjoy splash in the sea.

Touches of slate color of cloudy sky draw

A terrible sketch in scale of creating distance. 

CLOUDS OF INTERFERENCE

I am not denounced by other ways of life

I am always looking for decency of thinking

And loving zone of working people or

For those who are near and dear to me.

Yet clouds come in different ways,

I cannot cut them, who come violently,

Encroaching over my region of life,

People are prone to interfere all the time.

As I look into the clouds, I see beauty,

The sun behind the cloud, illuminating body

Of the cloud, near or afar, defining colors,

And the life is beautiful, if I think of these verses.

This world becomes more stringent to obey,

Being senior one, I do like to give advice to all,

Colors are there to follow in hearts and minds,

Yet there is difference in every move, significant.

RAIN IS COMING

There is construction in the dark cloud

Magic information old building shares,

Noting 64 seconds over traffic halts, for

Beginning of journey, city-streets perform.

Dark shade pointed to formation of water

In the rainy season, darkness hovering around,

Rain will come down with dancing bounce,

Life begins in a chain of communication

With hot weather of summer, an integrated

Affirmation with life’s sentiment for best guides,

We are on the way to make halts in raindrops’ verse,

For another passage that leads to our existence in the hearts.

SINGING OF RAIN

First rain drifted over the land of cultivation,

This time it lays an emphatic shower for

A green blanket stretched to horizon,

Water makes lotus seeds sprout, and fills all

Nearby ditches with water, to the brim,

Lotus stem holds leaf floating,

Making them get bloomed on water-island.

Farmers start tilting mud on paddy field,

As if light reflected on water drops in cloud

To form green light passing through

Prism of life that carries singing of life,

What journey is is for life’s turn,

Meaning to go on to possess long wing,

Ahead of our dreams, to live with food grains. 

NOTES FROM WHITE CLOUD

Cloud, which I want to shift

Layer by layer

To our sky at behest of root

Of our mind

To travel along blue horizon,

With my hands

To live as if it is our shelter

Beyond houses below

As if white mountain there

Takes us above the sky

Stars are nearer

Dreams are close to reality

Getting close to

Sunrays, full dominion

Celestial events drawn close

Into our touch for sure,

Myths do not lure anymore.  

CLOUD AND KRISHNACHURA

Krishnachura no longer in the firmament

At summer’s ending with cloud’s hovering,

Yet little bunches of red asylum still prevails,

Like taking a little flight at the grace of longing,

Let summer welcome rainy season’s vow.

Mind is open to greet rain, and rain waits to wet

Roots of tree that may give blooming more red

In space of the blue and the red in connoisseurs

Of life’s travel through the nature - lighting and breathing,

That we like to have with silver and diamond rewarding.

This music in a string, visual presence shows grand

As lore of mother earth we hear beside our stand

The pleasant melody filling our existence within,

A cluster of cloud splendor of white screening

With redness in mind to greet new season’s dreaming. 

WONDERFUL CLOUD

These clouds come out from the water of the earth,

They have thoroughfare, as programmed in air-path,

Tossed like tottered walks, yet firm with whitewash,

Making jewel of hovering water, quenching our thirst.

The blue has got the heart to hold them at far,

There they do move in freedom of mind we do search,

Here we upon the earth see their moment of purge

Forming water bubbles, to pour in ponds, tulip and 

Rivers and bodies of the earth, we see through window,

Falling of rain, daisies of life, that we soak in mind,

In dream of life, new life, dwell with founding terms,

Those we build in our source of diamond murmurs. 

THIS CLOUD

This cloud reminds me

When I was in my childhood,

Mother said I was young

To know the world,

Sometimes it is playful

Sometimes it is hurtful

Sometimes it is soothing,

Sometimes it is benign,

But many times it is bliss.

Cloud makes us turn to look

At the life’s vision,

Leading to a standard life,

That is amused with time,

For that reason we do well

And we feel tenderness of blessing

When cloud bursts into rain,

And the world rejoice

With all that it holds on surface.

CLOUD

You are more volatile than summer persists

And so is our breathing, then in heavy rain,

Wet blanket covers sea of warm house-boxes,

Green turns greener, clouds pull coolness,

I am enjoying view of sublime, hovering clouds. 

TANKA

April clouds, small, white,

These come as Kalbaisakhi storm.

From life’s journey,

She learns small to be cared of,

Like kidney stone, endless owe.

TANKA

Little clouds hover in

Morning sunlight in the sky,

April on the trip,

On health purpose, wide journey

Begins with fruit, food and water.

GREEN, THE LIVING SENSATION

It drizzles,

Rusty clouds in the blue,

Raindrops talk from inside,

They stop, again fall after a gap,

Distinct September,

Weather counts spin

Over change of a season

Upon the earth.

Paddy crops planted

Thieved in green to green web,

Saplings are swinging in wind,

To grow in fulfillment,

And it is dream to farmers,

A favored bet for returns,

Green is sweet to all population,

Giving protection to living sensation.

THE RAIN, THE GREAT LOVE

The sky is full of clouds, thunders the thunder bolt,

The earth is hard to take water from the rain it gives birth,

Every curve of crust goes to wet and curl in folds of love,

Sensation that grows inside will create reflections and healing.

The sun makes pressure on the crust to correspond with rain,

So long scorching sunrays have evaporated organic fluid of crust,

Water connections are dried up as much hyped stimulation

That has to keep equilibrium the meeting that gives mood of the sun.

Rain, rain, you are sweet treating gain to keep the earth’s sentiment

In stimulation with love that gives birth of healing sensation,

We are the organic erogenous parts of the heaven’s creation,

Love is our brain, as the rain rules the earth’s brain and divinity.

Rain, rain, you are wet network that gives the crust a feeling,

With life in moving in syllable of hymens and speeches of loving,

The wind blows with moistures of cool boost a highest living,

Rain, rain, you are the water path of our contained feeling of existence.