I think of bougainvilles brimming with flowers, The spring I missed , its waving bowers, The jocund wind is beckoning me near, While I count the passing hours.
I see a room dark and low, A head pressed against the pillow, Heaving to placate the black and blues, Or seeking a break out to end this woe?
Look there, the bees fluttering with glee No man has yet come to steal the honey, If only their freedom lingers, They can live at peace on the family tree.
A labourer ambles off on foot, To reach his village, though shrouded in soot, And hunger, and thirst; no money, no fear, The hope to stay alive keeps him enroute.
That wanderer seems perplexed, When will she pack her bags next? Where silence and sound felt equally fiesty, The morbid stillness, now, keeps her vexed.
A vendor switches from street to street From dawn till dusk, and then repeat, He must sell to keep loss at bay, Lest his mangoes turn obsolete.
Some souls stray in search of smile, Science; religion spray hopes beguiled, It’s the artists,poets, singers and comics, That make it all worth the while.
A few are reflecting back on life, Others fear future; the interim strife, While humans seek options to survive, Revive the herbage and the wildlife.
A film of a catastrophe on a live screen, Of such mixed content, a genre unseen All because of an invisible beast, The different tales of Covid-19.
Many a people walk along the shore, Stand amazed by the the waves that roar. They ruffle the sand, shuffle the air, Swerve about with unwonted care Create a mess, corrupt with garbage, Turn away and let the ocean sore.
I behold a glacier melting in May Meandering as a river, cutting its way, In whorls and loops it slithers the town A dozen falls come cascading down, A little later it meets the barrage, And the dream to meet the sea go astray!
A jungle dense with wild and green, Species yet to be found, their awe unseen, The serpents became the guards of danger, The lions- kings, the birds- harbinger, Then came check points, roads, and carriage, And intruders named it a sanctuary.
Feel the breeze, hither and thither. Seasoned by burgeon and the wither, Downpours, bathed up it all, If only they knew the mayhem that'd befall Acid and gases jammed up to ravage Birds of a feather, smothered the city together.
Centuries have passed; what've you gained? For wars, mishaps, each other you've blamed, You've dented the nature, tainted the weather, Projects high and low, in the name of better Greed unleashed, virtues- just a camouflage Drunk in conceit, you are least ashamed.
Look around humans, is this your reign?
Of droughts, disease, discord, disdain
There are not enough supplies on Earth,
Signs of a mammoth dearth?
Steer your reins to end this carnage,
If humans you are, be a little humane!
I can hear them all whispering to me
The rhythmic thunderclaps,
Or the jocund trees, maybe
High and lows of water diadems and wind,
They escort me down the memories
Where I met the happiest of me
An August afternoon and a amethyst air,
It was the best that sky could ever be
I let the sky soak my hair
And take me up, along and within it at the same time
My locks and zephyr did a tango
And I did the same with an offbeat flair
Next in the descending timeline, recoiled,
A day when kids crowded the puddled byway,
Ushering me towards the childhood revived
The cheers and oblivious chuckles,
Hoping into the wagon of hopes,
The rain drenched the garbs; the innocence survived.
At another dimming dusk, I recall,
A wall of frail bougainvillea down from the balcony,
Burdened with water and by care of creatures below that crawl,
It scattered its orangish pink amidst the winter mist,
Enthralling the passersby, though in cursory,
Beings that talk as well as the birds that call.
And yet the most amusing of the images that cascade,
Brought to a halt by the force of rain,
Are those of faces in the traffic, dismayed,
They curse the weather for ruining their day
While I sit back at ease, glad that at least
Man doesn't yet have the reigns of nature in his hands.
खुद चलके आते हो,
हाँथ बढ़ाते हो,
बातों -बातों में यूं उलछाते हो,
कभी रुलाते हो,
कभी हँसा के,भाग जाते हो,
ठहरते क्यों नहीं?
क्यों धैर्य परखते हो?
वक्त हो…
बस बदलते रहते हो,
चलते रहते हो,
घड़ी में समा के,
सुइयाँ हिला के,
हर एक पल की एहमियत समझा के,
हर एक पल में कितना कुछ सिखा जाते हो।
I watch the seasons change their hue,
And the transition taking place inside me,
Like a warm stream of water rushing upwards into a cold current,
A shower in a bushland that only I can see.
The star doesn’t shine much these days,
The city seems at a standstill,
But I keep moving, faster than before,
To wage a war, to wend my will.
Engulfed I am in every shade of sable,
Though dullness seems formidable,
What matters is the light beneath
The hidden layer that’s intangible.
"I have enough time to rest, but I don't have a minute to waste". Come and catch me with your wise words and we will have some fun with our words of wisdom.
“Like a bird beleaguered within a cage, Fluttering to flee and frisk in the rain, Amidst even the narrowest lane, And behind every translucent pane, Lies a dreamer, a thinker and a painter, Wide awake to scribe all night and day” - Shailja
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