Oh! On a fine summer's eve,
I wish I could leave,
This world full of strife,
And lead a joyous life,
Out o'er the dale,
Down in the vale,
Untouched by worry,
With no more hurry.
I wish I could forget,
The world that is a net,
And lead a life freed,
From the world's hasty speed.
I wish I could clear,
Our life's blind fog,
Then I would see,
The sunset o'er the sea,
The stars in the sky,
and The birds that fly by.
I wish that on fine summer eves,
I could sit beneath the eaves,
And read books on mystery,
Till the end of history.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
The Stray Spray
The beauty of a cloudy morn,
The feel of the cool pleasant wind,
The free wind flowing,
Flowing down the hills,
The soft breeze, the dim sun,
Combine to make it a wonderful one.
Now though noon has come,
The sun is still yet to come,
Out into the grey cloudy sky,
A distant flash of lightning,
Warns of impending rain.
Noon wears on and on,
The breeze blows heavily on.
A blinding flash, a thundering blast,
Herald the storm about to break.
Evening sets in, so does the rain,
Lightning flashes, thunder booms,
It rains like it has never before....
Soon there is a lull in the rain,
The clouds part, the light pours through,
Setting the distant hills ablaze,
Ablaze in its golden glow....
The sky darkens, the rain resumes,
Resumes its ceaseless patter,
On the leaves and the roof.....
Now the storm has blown itself out,
The clouds vanish, it still drizzles.....
The sun is out and a rainbow arcs,
Arcs itself high into the sky.....
Soon the sun sets,
Sets in a burst of golden red,
The day is gone now; gone to bed....
The feel of the cool pleasant wind,
The free wind flowing,
Flowing down the hills,
The soft breeze, the dim sun,
Combine to make it a wonderful one.
Now though noon has come,
The sun is still yet to come,
Out into the grey cloudy sky,
A distant flash of lightning,
Warns of impending rain.
Noon wears on and on,
The breeze blows heavily on.
A blinding flash, a thundering blast,
Herald the storm about to break.
Evening sets in, so does the rain,
Lightning flashes, thunder booms,
It rains like it has never before....
Soon there is a lull in the rain,
The clouds part, the light pours through,
Setting the distant hills ablaze,
Ablaze in its golden glow....
The sky darkens, the rain resumes,
Resumes its ceaseless patter,
On the leaves and the roof.....
Now the storm has blown itself out,
The clouds vanish, it still drizzles.....
The sun is out and a rainbow arcs,
Arcs itself high into the sky.....
Soon the sun sets,
Sets in a burst of golden red,
The day is gone now; gone to bed....
Thankyou Friend
A long time ago we met,
So it seems as I look back now.
Our paths in life joined,
And thus we met on that fateful day.
Days passed and our friendship grew,
We ever stood by each other,
We learnt a lot about the world,
A lot about each other, and.....
...stronger grew the bond between us.
We had our share of quarrels too,
But we still stayed together,
United by our bond of friendship,
That pulled us together in that part,
the school going part of our life.
Now though time has passed,
I relish those memories in the same way,
The way I did so long ago.
I still remember our jokes and pranks,
Our quarrels over silly issues,
The way we enjoyed our life.....
....And my eyes mist over with thoughts,
Thoughts from the springs of memory,
Through the tides of time we sailed,
Sailed together prow to prow.
Through the sands of time we walked,
Walked together hand in hand.
We left a mark wherever we went,
And never did our friendship wane.....
And now as I look back my friend,
Back into the past.... our past..,
And look at what time has done,
All I wish to tell you is.....
"I can never thank you truly ever,
For having been a good friend forever."
So it seems as I look back now.
Our paths in life joined,
And thus we met on that fateful day.
Days passed and our friendship grew,
We ever stood by each other,
We learnt a lot about the world,
A lot about each other, and.....
...stronger grew the bond between us.
We had our share of quarrels too,
But we still stayed together,
United by our bond of friendship,
That pulled us together in that part,
the school going part of our life.
Now though time has passed,
I relish those memories in the same way,
The way I did so long ago.
I still remember our jokes and pranks,
Our quarrels over silly issues,
The way we enjoyed our life.....
....And my eyes mist over with thoughts,
Thoughts from the springs of memory,
Through the tides of time we sailed,
Sailed together prow to prow.
Through the sands of time we walked,
Walked together hand in hand.
We left a mark wherever we went,
And never did our friendship wane.....
And now as I look back my friend,
Back into the past.... our past..,
And look at what time has done,
All I wish to tell you is.....
"I can never thank you truly ever,
For having been a good friend forever."
Doom
The beauty of the rolling hills,
The music of the falling rain,
The booming blast of a thunder-clap,
The grace seen in the running deer,
The gentle whoosh of the breeze in the trees,
The wild howls of the wolves far off,
It is ages since all these were felt,
Many an era since they lost their ground.
Man feels he has made the world better,
While infact he has made it worse.
The hills have lost their greenery,
The woods have lost their clear streams,
The forests have lost their trees so old,
And many an animal's home is no more,
Man tries to change every thing,
He tries to subdue nature.
He forgets that nature made him.
Forgetting that she gave him life and blood,
He declares war on his own mother.
Nothing that man creates,
Can ever hope to stand a quake.
His artistry stands nowhere,
Nowhere next to mother nature's wizardry.
He has to learn to appreciate,
To appreciate Mother Nature's mighty art -
The tiger that moves like liquid steel,
The monkeys that outmatch any acrobat,
The life giving trees….oldest of all....
If he doesn't, then, hearken to me,
For I pronounce the doom that shall fall
On men who reject Mother Nature's call.
Her sole aim is to end all suffering.
So, if Man, who has strayed out of line,
Doesn't step back right in,
The end of all Men shall be,
And the end of all that go with him.
Only the faithful will then remain.
Then will the world be purged of hate,
And peace shall reign in the world.
The music of the falling rain,
The booming blast of a thunder-clap,
The grace seen in the running deer,
The gentle whoosh of the breeze in the trees,
The wild howls of the wolves far off,
It is ages since all these were felt,
Many an era since they lost their ground.
Man feels he has made the world better,
While infact he has made it worse.
The hills have lost their greenery,
The woods have lost their clear streams,
The forests have lost their trees so old,
And many an animal's home is no more,
Man tries to change every thing,
He tries to subdue nature.
He forgets that nature made him.
Forgetting that she gave him life and blood,
He declares war on his own mother.
Nothing that man creates,
Can ever hope to stand a quake.
His artistry stands nowhere,
Nowhere next to mother nature's wizardry.
He has to learn to appreciate,
To appreciate Mother Nature's mighty art -
The tiger that moves like liquid steel,
The monkeys that outmatch any acrobat,
The life giving trees….oldest of all....
If he doesn't, then, hearken to me,
For I pronounce the doom that shall fall
On men who reject Mother Nature's call.
Her sole aim is to end all suffering.
So, if Man, who has strayed out of line,
Doesn't step back right in,
The end of all Men shall be,
And the end of all that go with him.
Only the faithful will then remain.
Then will the world be purged of hate,
And peace shall reign in the world.
Heart felt Hurt spelt
Many years ago we may have met,
Or it may have been a few years back.
Whatever, pay heed to the lines I set.
Then you may step out, out from the dark.
Our friendship blossomed over time,
Suddenly we find ourselves distanced.
Our ways part like leaves in a gale.
Before you decide on the way you tread,
Listen to this plea of a friend.
You have turned a cold, cold shoulder,
A cold shoulder to my advice.
In you has pride strongly stirred,
Pride without basis and without light,
You seem determined to tread your own path.
Your road may have been set,
All laid out at your feet,
All laid out and stretching into the distance.
Your doom may have been set
Set, such that words of mine may alter it not.
Your ideas are your own, but still,
As a friend, I have to tell you this,
Listen to all that is spoken,
Take it not unto thy heart.
Words spoken by you are spoken,
Spoken in jest as you think....but,
Think about the others...how they suffer inward.
You might just try to help someone,
To them it might be more of trouble.
Others' matters are best left alone.
Last but not the least, my friend,
Do good and think good, for good begets good.
So farewell my friend, till you understand,
Understand the lines I have set.
Farewell till we meet some other day,
A day you understand me and the world,
Farewell and fare well in life, but.....
But never forget this little bit,
Wherever or whatever may you be,
You still have a friend in me.
Or it may have been a few years back.
Whatever, pay heed to the lines I set.
Then you may step out, out from the dark.
Our friendship blossomed over time,
Suddenly we find ourselves distanced.
Our ways part like leaves in a gale.
Before you decide on the way you tread,
Listen to this plea of a friend.
You have turned a cold, cold shoulder,
A cold shoulder to my advice.
In you has pride strongly stirred,
Pride without basis and without light,
You seem determined to tread your own path.
Your road may have been set,
All laid out at your feet,
All laid out and stretching into the distance.
Your doom may have been set
Set, such that words of mine may alter it not.
Your ideas are your own, but still,
As a friend, I have to tell you this,
Listen to all that is spoken,
Take it not unto thy heart.
Words spoken by you are spoken,
Spoken in jest as you think....but,
Think about the others...how they suffer inward.
You might just try to help someone,
To them it might be more of trouble.
Others' matters are best left alone.
Last but not the least, my friend,
Do good and think good, for good begets good.
So farewell my friend, till you understand,
Understand the lines I have set.
Farewell till we meet some other day,
A day you understand me and the world,
Farewell and fare well in life, but.....
But never forget this little bit,
Wherever or whatever may you be,
You still have a friend in me.
Rolling Years
Sixteen years I have seen,
Many sunsets I have watched,
But today at the year's end,
As I watch the sun sink lower,
Dipping into the west, all I feel,
All I feel is a sense of longing,
Longing for a peaceful world,
Where nature's beauty,
Her pristine beauty lies untouched.
Where constant tensions and fears,
Are banished; banished forever......
All the while the sun sinks lower,
A flaming ball of fire descends,
Light fails as darkness falls,
The year is gone beyond all recalls.....
Left behind are but memories,
Memories bitter and sweet......
I wake to a lovely sunrise,
A 'New Year' has come again,
Come a seventeenth time.
The wheel of time does not stop,
It rolls on, moving on forever,
Into the light, the light of goodness,
Out of the quagmires of life.....
As I muse the wind whispers,
What it whispers that day in every ear,
"A New year is come, my friend,
Make apt use of the time given,
Realise your ideals, and
Cut off desires,....then.....,
Then will you have found true peace,...
Rise and face the world...face the world..."
Heed the breeze my friend......,
Then and only then comes peace everlasting.....
Many sunsets I have watched,
But today at the year's end,
As I watch the sun sink lower,
Dipping into the west, all I feel,
All I feel is a sense of longing,
Longing for a peaceful world,
Where nature's beauty,
Her pristine beauty lies untouched.
Where constant tensions and fears,
Are banished; banished forever......
All the while the sun sinks lower,
A flaming ball of fire descends,
Light fails as darkness falls,
The year is gone beyond all recalls.....
Left behind are but memories,
Memories bitter and sweet......
I wake to a lovely sunrise,
A 'New Year' has come again,
Come a seventeenth time.
The wheel of time does not stop,
It rolls on, moving on forever,
Into the light, the light of goodness,
Out of the quagmires of life.....
As I muse the wind whispers,
What it whispers that day in every ear,
"A New year is come, my friend,
Make apt use of the time given,
Realise your ideals, and
Cut off desires,....then.....,
Then will you have found true peace,...
Rise and face the world...face the world..."
Heed the breeze my friend......,
Then and only then comes peace everlasting.....
Wandering Streams
Wandering alone in a wood,
Saw I a silver stream,
A silver stream running by.
The water shone and sparkled,
Like light on silver mail; and,
It sang and gurgled in a pleasant way.
Fishes swam here and there,
Red ones like flashes of fire,
Golden ones like honey pure,
Silver ones like moonlight cool,
And grey ones like the clouds above.
They swam in shoals in the brook,
Through the waving fronds and flowers.
I saw lilies here and there,
Glittering and dancing in the flow,
Like diamonds on a silver plate,
They shone dazzling white and bright.
Bound to the place by its beauty,
My heart soared out,
Out from its cage of care.
thus I sat by the running brook,
And listened to her wondrous song.
The sun set as I watched,
Set into the hills on my side...
The hills where the stream rose.
the sun set as I watched,
Set in a blaze of golden red.
The waters turned golden, and
The stream flowed on.......
On into the darkening east.
I watched the darkness close,
close like a shutter drawn,
Drawn over a lamp that burned,
Bright and clear minutes ago.
I heard the call of the hunting owls,
I saw the moon rise over the trees,
The waters turned silver; and ran on,
Ran on into the silver east.....
The stream reflected the light,
From the bright new stars,
Stars that like gems in dark satin,
Shone down from the sky above.
The moon waxed high in the sky,
Lighting the woods ghostly pale.
After a while I rose with a sigh,
Knowing that things must end,
Good or bad, must all end sometime.
I turned my face homewards,
And the stream was lost to view.
Though I have seen many streams,
Streams and rivers mighty old,
The memory of this bubbly stream,
Will gurgle on forever......
Saw I a silver stream,
A silver stream running by.
The water shone and sparkled,
Like light on silver mail; and,
It sang and gurgled in a pleasant way.
Fishes swam here and there,
Red ones like flashes of fire,
Golden ones like honey pure,
Silver ones like moonlight cool,
And grey ones like the clouds above.
They swam in shoals in the brook,
Through the waving fronds and flowers.
I saw lilies here and there,
Glittering and dancing in the flow,
Like diamonds on a silver plate,
They shone dazzling white and bright.
Bound to the place by its beauty,
My heart soared out,
Out from its cage of care.
thus I sat by the running brook,
And listened to her wondrous song.
The sun set as I watched,
Set into the hills on my side...
The hills where the stream rose.
the sun set as I watched,
Set in a blaze of golden red.
The waters turned golden, and
The stream flowed on.......
On into the darkening east.
I watched the darkness close,
close like a shutter drawn,
Drawn over a lamp that burned,
Bright and clear minutes ago.
I heard the call of the hunting owls,
I saw the moon rise over the trees,
The waters turned silver; and ran on,
Ran on into the silver east.....
The stream reflected the light,
From the bright new stars,
Stars that like gems in dark satin,
Shone down from the sky above.
The moon waxed high in the sky,
Lighting the woods ghostly pale.
After a while I rose with a sigh,
Knowing that things must end,
Good or bad, must all end sometime.
I turned my face homewards,
And the stream was lost to view.
Though I have seen many streams,
Streams and rivers mighty old,
The memory of this bubbly stream,
Will gurgle on forever......
Ripples
It starts with a little splash in the blue,
A tear from heaven plunges into the mirror-mere,
Plunges deep into the placid waters in the mountains.
Like a mirror shatters, the waters explode into hundreds,
Hundreds of crystal droplets, sparkling bright in the sun.
Like a trampoline act, the drop that fell, rebounds sky-ward,
As an unrelenting gravity tugs downward, it writhes,
Writhes and contorts into shapes, fantastic and surreal.
A Dinosaur, A Dragon, A Dove, A Turtle,
A Jug, A Hook and finally A Stick, it falls,
Falls back into the depth of the alpine tarn.
Around the drop, ripples form and race shoreward...
The clouds and sky seem to heave and wave, as,
The mountain-peaks bend and sway like trees in a storm,
The mighty sun herself, flickers in the disturbed skies.
Ripples turn into waves as they come ashore,
Little crests break on the rocks and grass... And,
And, yet more, gentler swells head back center.
The sky, clouds, mountains and sun tremble,
Tremble and waver as the opposing waves clash.......
....In the deeps of the mountain-mere, stillness triumphs,
Calming the waves and ripples on the quivering facade.
The waters return to their calm and peace, and into the deeps,
Vanishes the drop that fell from the high heavens.
A tear of the clouds, now reflecting the vast firmament.
A tear from heaven plunges into the mirror-mere,
Plunges deep into the placid waters in the mountains.
Like a mirror shatters, the waters explode into hundreds,
Hundreds of crystal droplets, sparkling bright in the sun.
Like a trampoline act, the drop that fell, rebounds sky-ward,
As an unrelenting gravity tugs downward, it writhes,
Writhes and contorts into shapes, fantastic and surreal.
A Dinosaur, A Dragon, A Dove, A Turtle,
A Jug, A Hook and finally A Stick, it falls,
Falls back into the depth of the alpine tarn.
Around the drop, ripples form and race shoreward...
The clouds and sky seem to heave and wave, as,
The mountain-peaks bend and sway like trees in a storm,
The mighty sun herself, flickers in the disturbed skies.
Ripples turn into waves as they come ashore,
Little crests break on the rocks and grass... And,
And, yet more, gentler swells head back center.
The sky, clouds, mountains and sun tremble,
Tremble and waver as the opposing waves clash.......
....In the deeps of the mountain-mere, stillness triumphs,
Calming the waves and ripples on the quivering facade.
The waters return to their calm and peace, and into the deeps,
Vanishes the drop that fell from the high heavens.
A tear of the clouds, now reflecting the vast firmament.
Flaming Sparks
A twig creaks, a stone strikes,
Light glows bright as a spark leaps,
A flame by itself and yet not,
A flicker of light burning hot.
Snuffed out by the faintest breeze,
Yet in some corner under the trees,
Snug and shielded from the windy strife,
A spark that comes to its full life.
A dry leaf here, some paper close by,
Shrivel and blacken and vanish with a sigh,
Seen yet unseen it rises high,
A thin spiral of smoke in the sky.
Crackling twigs and animal calls,
Sound the alarm in the forest’s halls,
As tiny tongues of flickering red,
Lick the edge of a leafy bed.
With a crackle and a snap and a mighty roar,
Drowning the sound of a squealing boar,
A raging inferno blazes skyward,
A destructive vortex whirls forward.
Tree-tops burst aflame up high,
The fires feeding on everything dry,
The faint perfume froma flowerbed,
Goes up in smoke, lit dusky red.
The Flame of the Forest erupts in flame,
As the fires tear forth seeking new game,
Thunder roars as trees explode,
As, into steam turns the sap they hoard.
Smoke shrouds everything in sight,
As sheets of fire sweep through the night,
Moving up the slope of a hill,
Scorching and burning and feeding to their fill.
Hills in the night sparkle fiery gold,
All lit up like the war beacons of old,
A screaming banshee, the wind wails,
Fanning the flames, not letting them fail.
Fires burn all through the night,
Fading away only with the morning light,
Leaving behind many a blackened hill,
Smoldering gently in the morning chill.
Within the ashes, a spark you may find,
Its life depending on a winds fickle mind,
The right breeze in the right time,
And the tiny spark blazes forth into prime.
A twig creaks, a stone strikes,
Light glows unseen as the spark leaps,
A flame by itself and yet not,
A flicker of light, burning hot.....
Light glows bright as a spark leaps,
A flame by itself and yet not,
A flicker of light burning hot.
Snuffed out by the faintest breeze,
Yet in some corner under the trees,
Snug and shielded from the windy strife,
A spark that comes to its full life.
A dry leaf here, some paper close by,
Shrivel and blacken and vanish with a sigh,
Seen yet unseen it rises high,
A thin spiral of smoke in the sky.
Crackling twigs and animal calls,
Sound the alarm in the forest’s halls,
As tiny tongues of flickering red,
Lick the edge of a leafy bed.
With a crackle and a snap and a mighty roar,
Drowning the sound of a squealing boar,
A raging inferno blazes skyward,
A destructive vortex whirls forward.
Tree-tops burst aflame up high,
The fires feeding on everything dry,
The faint perfume froma flowerbed,
Goes up in smoke, lit dusky red.
The Flame of the Forest erupts in flame,
As the fires tear forth seeking new game,
Thunder roars as trees explode,
As, into steam turns the sap they hoard.
Smoke shrouds everything in sight,
As sheets of fire sweep through the night,
Moving up the slope of a hill,
Scorching and burning and feeding to their fill.
Hills in the night sparkle fiery gold,
All lit up like the war beacons of old,
A screaming banshee, the wind wails,
Fanning the flames, not letting them fail.
Fires burn all through the night,
Fading away only with the morning light,
Leaving behind many a blackened hill,
Smoldering gently in the morning chill.
Within the ashes, a spark you may find,
Its life depending on a winds fickle mind,
The right breeze in the right time,
And the tiny spark blazes forth into prime.
A twig creaks, a stone strikes,
Light glows unseen as the spark leaps,
A flame by itself and yet not,
A flicker of light, burning hot.....
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