Change

Where is the change sometimes I wonder
All looks the same like the valiant sun yonder
It still burns and gives its rays
Softening our hearts and lighting our ways
The moon still shines and follows its course
It's we who've put ourselves behind locked doors
Upon these parts whenever I ponder
Where's the change they make me wonder
The colorful birds sitting on the trees above
Still sing the melodies of pain and love
The rainbow still shines after the rain
It's we who've flushed the happiness into drains
There's still vigor in the flight of butterflies
Alas! We've chosen to shut our eyes
Much beauty lies in the blue bolts of thunder
Where is the change sometimes I wonder

Musings

It is 4 in the morning and I’ve still not fallen asleep. I think I have gone crazy, a retard or maybe I am institutionalized. What is institutionalized, you ask? Institutionalized like Brooks was in — The Shawshank Redemption. I think I’ve become so used to the life in that cubicle that I cannot handle a life this serene. I mean, for God’s sake! I’ve taken this two day leave just to get some life in me and I am not even able to sleep.

I’ve grown kind of weird these days. At times I want to judge people on scales of logic, science and rationality and at others I just want to sit like how God sits in the Christian paintings; up in the heavens with the earth as his foot stool and smile at people caring very less about logic and rationality.

I get up and head outside. The sky is still dark, full of gloomy clouds. It is not looking scary actually. It is looking like me. I move towards a nearby hill. Hill stations are beautiful places.

I reach the hill top in about half an hour. I see that the trees have started swaying. I think that even the hill doesn’t like me being here. Or wait! Maybe it is just welcoming me in its own way. I hear the beautiful sounds of the birds moving out of their nests and flying high in the air in search of food. Food — that’s all what they seek, and we? We seek wealth. And why? To lead a life of luxury. It sounds very ironical though.

I see the environment brighten up a bit. The sun has started to come out of its sleep. I see it coming from far behind the mountains. I think the sun has brought a glad tiding with it. I’ve suddenly started to feel calm and serene. Sometimes I wish that I lived in the era when nobody knew if the earth was flat or a sphere and if the earth went round the sun or vice versa, life of a pirate as they say. A drop of rain falls from the heaven above and tickles my skin. I’ve never felt like this in years.

I’ve learned that the beauty of nature can give you the much needed happiness and resurrect your devastated life and as it turns out, I am not that institutionalized after all.

Vision

I was walking alone on a derelict street. It was beginning to get dark with no sign of moon in the sky. December nights are cold but that night was extraordinarily chilling. The breeze struck my chest as a group of recently sharpened spears thrown with the very intention to rip the soul apart from my body. I dragged the zip of my jacket to the highest point available for the slide. The cold metal touched my neck and seemed to extract all heat from my numb body in one go. I lowered the slide a bit.

The only thing that helped my eye have a vision of objects was a lamp post about hundred meters away. I ignited a cigarette to pump some heat into my lungs. The fog made things barely visible beyond the lamp post. I somehow dragged myself to the lamp post. I looked up and saw the beautiful white beams emerging from the lamp. The fog made it very easy to see the trajectory of the rays. The leaves of the tree nearby sieved out the light rays which came as perfect tangents and spread radially into the atmosphere.

While I was busy analyzing the beauty of the scene, the lamp dimmed, sparkled bright again and got quenched. Damn! The only source of my vision was gone. I closed my eyes in dejection and kicked the dust on the street.

After a while I opened my eyes and looked onto the street. My pupils got dilated to collect extra light from the atmosphere. To my surprise I was able to see. I looked up and saw the moon emerging from beneath the dark clouds.

It wasn’t a full moon though.

Reviving Sir Robert Frost : And Miles To Go...Continued

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
 
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
 
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
 
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, 
And miles to go before I sleep.

Desire in my heart forms a heap,

Stunned by woods' beauty, I weep.

But I won't stop 'cause there are,

Acres of corn field yet to reap.

Both the thoughts are still at par,

My heart with mind is caught in war,

Leaving the snowy woods I've to move,

Following that bright still north star.

In state of such dilemma you've,

To make one choice and prove,

That you can never have it all,

How much ever you desire the grove.

My wish is naive but promises are tall,

Now they give my weary spirit a call,

So let the white snow flakes fall.

So let the white snow flakes fall.

Beyond Horizon

Night has passed

Dawn has breathed

A crimson streak

In the sky weaved

Waxing rays come

Through sieve of cotton

Even on all life

Renew few drying some

An eagle ashore

Basking its wings

Into the heaven high

Preparing to soar

Awake and arisen

I am to move

A step or two

Beyond the Horizon

 

The Fallen Leaf

Driven by the wild selfish air,

Taken through all foul and fair,

I wonder if life always will be,

A fallen leaf yearning to get its tree.

Wind so stroked its ruthless blade,

An instant parting from life was made.

I screamed if someone could hold my fall,

My cry to the dumb world seemed small.

O you who move with pride on earth,

I too was once green with mirth,

Perplexed I’m why bliss is so brief,

Why all paths end up in grief?

I always followed the sun’s amber flight,

Amazed I was when all that was left,

With me was night!

Nature's Living

I watch the sparrow twitter above, 

Watch the peaceful flight of the dove.

Watch her take off into the sky so blue,

O how i wish i was one of you ! 

Chirping and Flying away with no care, 

Of the griefs n' trials of fate unaware. 

Back to your nests as evening clouds swirl, 

O such life is beyond gold n' pearl ! 

I watch the silvery fishes in waters swim, 

Watch them striving sea filled to brim. 

Watch the roses the white, the red, 

O how far from such serenity are we fled. 

I watch the radiant sun arching across sky, 

Watch its impartial rays reach every eye. 

Watch the cool light of the beaming moon, 

Beauties of nature are indeed a boon. 

Million Heart Desires...

'Million Heart Desires' is a naturilicious poem about the unfulfilled wishes of human heart.

Far in the dark sky, the moon shines,
Hiding behind the snow covered pines.
Purged by the milky beams pure,
I wish I could fly with doves singing ashore.

Seven colored bow garnishing heaven blue,
Drops moistening the sky, spreading million hue.
Butterflies fluttering near flower beds in fleet,
I wish I could move tasting nectars sweet.

The blue-green sea, monstrous and calm,
The virbrant fishes swimming with charm.
I wish I could dive and find depths anew,
Million desires of naive heart, life fulfills few! 

The Unforgettable Leaves

'The Unforgettable Leaves' is a nostalgic poem remembering beautiful days of childhood comparing it with today's empty lives
'The Unforgettable Leaves' is a nostalgic poem reminiscing the golden days of childhood & comparing it with today's empty lives.

Today walking on these busy streets,
Across the hazy smoke I see. 
A blurred imagery of what I was once,
An image faded of griefs weighing tonnes.

The "runs" after those falling kites,
Following those butterflies with colors bright.
The fighting for pencils, the crying for toys,
Climbing trees and jumping with joys.

 
The eyes sparkling with millions of dreams,
Few fulfilled rest lost in swifting time-streams.
The tranquilizing raindrops, tiny gifts from heaven, 
The colorful boats 'sailing' on waters uneven. 

Here I am, moving toxicated with desires, 
Still holding onto memories like ashes of fire.