Life

Life, beaming in a drop, hanging down a leaf,

Life, that surpasses the shackles of belief,

Life, flowing upon the rigid bed of rocks,

Life, like a standing pile of balancing blocks,

Life, always walks a path along the valley steep,

Life, a warrior against the darkness deep,

Life,  breathing the hearts’ tiny beat,

Life, like the fading impressions of the feet,

Life, that rhymes with the known, and a few unknown,

Life, stands atop the brittle heights of heartless clones,

Life,  to live the worth of each body and soul,

Life, to rest upon after an accomplished goal.

Blue

I span out right above all,

I draw the rainbow, as colorful, as tall,

I look beneath, at the vacant water, and turn it blue,

Wherever you go , I shall not leave you,

I bring down the shadow when my stars twinkle awake,

I face towards the crowning moon, when the sun shuts the drape,

I may change from orange to black,

For I am a father, to the clouds stack,


I am home for the fleeting wings,
I am the lover of the moist earth, one that clings,

I lie awake, watching all sleep,

I am the heaven, towards which the shoots grow, and the grains reap.

Pilgrim

He sits atop the baggage, snuggled within the shreaking train,

He hums his tune, with the smokey breeze and the passing crane.

He looks beyond the cracking roof, and the patches of green,

He looks beyond his struggling moods, scratching across his battered screen,

He’s crossing states, roads and signs,

He is laying off his spent off times,

He has been called for one such ride,

By his heart, ruffled apart in his tiresome stride,

He walks on the path for the quest of his soul,

He walks on the traces of the glowing flint stone,

He walks the rhythm of an unwinding scroll,

He walks with memories the wind has blown,

Like a bird looking for a twig, that shall build his nest,

Like a warrior afoot to conquer his quest,

Like a bee above the nectar’s chest,

Like a ray towards the shimmering crest,

His mind has lead him so far,

To the answers etched beneath a scar,

His soul has wandered this far,

In search of peace, locked in a sparkling jar,

Where hands cease to reach , so does the tangled heart,

He will reach his wishfull place,

That shall give him back his pace,

He shall emerge by the end of the maze,

With all the answers , twinkling in his gaze.

Travel

The idle flock of clouds unfolding softy in the breeze,

The crumbling pebbles beneath, crowding with tiny beats,

The painted, flaking colors on concrete start to cease,

As nature unveils its colorful fleets,

The more heavier mountains and rocks start passing by ,

 more wilder the landscape pecks,

The more shafts of air go running past you ,

 more burning and feisty are the sunsets,

The fewer men u meet across the roads,

The deeper the pathways begin to unfold,

The heart starts speaking louder wearing feathery coats,

The grazing mind lowers his pretence in the hearts court,

So far you travel, so far u unravel the secrets within,

As deep as you feel your presence amongst nature, it’s beauty looks more stunning.

To Mum, with Love.

You are the one who brightens all the dark damp traces,

You are the stick that burns to ashes,

Just to enlighten the tender bud of the lamp,

Leading me with a mere finger, while giving away your heart to clamp,

Every ounce of your life, you fed me for my gain,

You cradled me within, bearing me with all the pain ,

Every little cry you could hear, every single time,

My smile, my laughter, would twinkle upon you like a chime,

You let me ride the wheels on my own one day,

You let me splash my own colors, with the clouds drizzling gray,

You let me fall once, even if it broke your heart,

For my lessons, were far more dearer to you, than your own heart,

You have walked with me to where I stand today,

Across every curve of fear and dismay,

You have held me and taken away all my fears

You have sent me ahead, hiding all you tears,

They say giving birth is a miracle,

But when I look at you, I look at God’s own miracle, who brushes past every debacle.

I look at you at times when you are asleep,

And I still feel the same love, the same care, past your silence steep,

How much more, than I say, you mean to me,

How much more I could love you, I just cannot see,

So much more I love you every passing day,

So much more I could speak, but you already know it all, as it’s in your heart that I stay.

Tulip

In the prime of her life,

She lies awake all night,

With a humming bee singing her plight,

In the darkness of the distant stars,

She grants the swift mild breeze,

The scent of her beauty , just to please,

As the tides gush towards the guiding moon,

She ploughs the deep blue treasures with her tangling key,

Her roots kiss the mud, for her soul’s plea,

In the soft glow of twilight,

She blooms into grace, with her enchanted self,

Whether in a garden, or in a clay pot over the shelf,

In the life that she lives selflessly,

She grows from a bud to a flower, giving endlessly,

She dries towards death, but never weeps, although upon someone’s shrine ,

She honor’s with her presence, even while withering like a pine.

Walking the Dawn

Roamed a while amidst the lush green, rumbling trees,

I Looked across the piling heap of crushed leaves,

Strolled within the crowning bulge of the sun,

Smelled the warm scent of the baking bun,

Poured a coffee, steaming over the headlines,

Shivered  in the crisp chill ,playing around nearby pines,

Smiled at a wrinkled face, wandering aloof with his own pace,

Smiled also at a  flower, who smiled back with its fresh face,

Walking mornings, is a healthy habit I was told,

Healthier, once you fill yourself with the vibrant cold,

But then the sun finally wakes up to our side of the world,

And all of us have to unwind the blankets curled,

While you breathe into the sweat and smoke of the day,

Spill out the freshness, the smile, the breeze on those brazen figures of clay.