Prince of dream

Don’t give in to the time
It often pretends as fate
Wait for the very best
Don’t fail in the test.

Wait for the person
You dream about
Don’t give in to the jeers
Of a strand of white hair.

May be he is stuck in traffic
Or he has wandered away
When he reaches you
He sure will make up for delay.

What if you give up and give in
Then he comes knocking?
All you will do is repent then
So wait till your heart gives in.

fragrance

Fragrance of wet earth
After first kiss of rain
Fragrance of jasmine
Swimming in a bowl
They fill up my soul
Like nothing else can do
They take me to a trip
In the land of ecstasy.

Fragrance of trees and grass
A garden full of flowers
Or a land full of weeds
Each has its own feeling to give
To feel our heart with them
various shades of joy or sorrow
sometimes they lift our soul
sometimes they burden our hearts.

Fairy and the frog

Golden fairy was playing

With her friends in lotus pond

They were sitting on lotus leaves

Splashing the water with their tiny feet.

 

Crystal drops of water

Were skittering here and their

Just like drops of crystal

Flying around in air.

 

A little frog was watching

he fell in love with the fairy

he swam to the lotus leave

scrambled on it to meet her.

 

The fairy flew away

The moment she saw him

The tiny creature sat there

Shedding drops of tear.

 

The lotus asked him why,

Did he thought she will love him

They are not meant for each other

Nor will they ever mean to be.

 

“No matter how much you yearn,

How much you change, adorn

Your very body and soul

You will never be like her.”

 

“She will never love you

Your desire will turn in pain

Your union will be a ruin

So don’t fret my dear friend.”

He played the flute

He sat there playing the flute
on the throne, beside the window
and watched flames engulfing
the huts outside his palace.

One by one they reduced to ashes
he sat there playing his flute
thinking that it’s not his business
to go out and help them.

He looked at the walls of stone
this made his palace strong
and smiled at himself smugly
kept on playing a playful song.

Suddenly he felt heat
saw orange flames leaping
slowly licking his dream palace
after swallowing the huts surrounding.

Love

Its so easy to love than judge
to hold someone close
than assessing his worthiness
love is real, scrutiny is unreal.

Sometimes I think its better
to love and get hurt
than not loving at all
and living a dreary, loveless life.

Forget about what smart ones say,
what if we do the other way round?
in place of judging and then loving
what if we first love and then judge?

May be we will see that love is enough
once we love we wont need to judge.
love will win all the differences
and we will end up surrounded by love.

voice of love

voice of love, tis the softest one..

it rarely speaks through lips.

The whole being takes the place

of feeble tongue to glow with love.

 

The body, the soul, and actions

all get transformed by its touch.

It speaks, all listen spellbound

and then spread out pure love.

 

Those who cant see… feel it

those who cant hear… touch it

those who cant think… embrace it

it knows no barrier which will stop it.

 

Its rarely observed by mortal senses

yet it can transform the whole world.

It is invisible and invincible

angels bow their head, such is its power.

 

it can create an oasis in bleak desert

run a stream of love in a loveless heart.

It can softly scoop up a shattered heart,

and  make a wingless soul soar sky.

Flying together

I saw you flying together in the golden sky

I did not tried to count your numbers

for I noted you were too many together

but flying in peace, harmony and union.

 

I pondered for a while when I have seen

so many human beings heading together

in one direction so much peacefully

and discovered that’s a rare phenomenon.

 

You sailed in the golden blue heaven

rising sun’s golden rays illuminating

your graceful snowy white wings

giving them a hue of crimson gold.

 

You looked like a fleet of sailed boats

gliding gracefully in the ocean blue

your sails glowing with golden fire

as the rising sun greets your being.

Deep blue sky

Deep blue sky, deeper than the bluest eye

lazily lying on the grass I stare into thee

I feel as if I am swimming inside you

your endless depth surrounding me.

 

I spread my white wings and fly

deeper and deeper in you

white clouds brushing by me

softly caressing my wings with love.

 

Sometimes I see deep lakes under me

or tall pine trees clustered together

surrounding the crystal clear lake

admiring their own shadow in it.

 

Then my soul returns to earth from sky

I discover myself lying on the grass

soaked in fragrance of wilderness

gazing blissfully in your endless depth.

tree

Standing with dignity and grace

his roots deep in earth

his limbs spread all around

his proud head touching the sky.

 

His spirit flies with the storm wind

His body stays firmly in ground though

His soul soaks the sun’s golden rays

His limbs spread all around him.

 

Full of sweetest fruits, dazzling flowers

nurturing, sheltering every one around.

His body dances with clouds in ecstassy

and his soul stands firmly in the ground.

 

He teaches us so much if we learn

To be complete one needs dreams and sense

To hold love one has to spread his arms.

To bear fruit one has to go deep within oneself.

Every one belongs

can one colour create a rainbow?

or a pallette or painting? I think not.

Can a single ray of light light up world

again I fear it just can not.

 

Together the colours deck up the world

together the tunes make a symphony

together the rays create sunshine

alone they are easily lost, misplaced.

 

Even love needs two hearts to live

Faith needs two souls to reside..

One is a lonely number in this world,

every one belongs to someone.

 

That someone may be just a friend

or a whole bunch of friends and kins.

But there has to be other souls with him,

no one soul can shine on its own alone.

He shines with and in the love of all.

The boat

A boat is waiting
Silently in harbour
Underneath the branches
Of the old oak tree.

Waiting for the arms
Which will row it
Take it to lands unknown
Braving all the mysteries.

It waits swaying in waves
Caused by morning breeze
While the sun decides
To leave its bed to meet us.

The boat waits and listens
To the breeze, river and birds
As they tell him stories
Of the lands which lie ahead.

Soft blue mist

A soft blue mist spread
All across the calm river
Casting a shadow of blue
On the bushes crowding around.

Dew drops shining like diamond
Glittering in hazy sunlight
It appears as if stars
Have come down to decorate bushes.

The breeze is not breathing
Every tree is like a statue
Waiting for some magic to happen
In that mysterious blue river.

I know its real, but its like dream
As if something magical will happen
May be a mermaid will raise her head
Or a fairy will fly away….

power

“We can suck you dry,

We can splash you all around

Not a drop will be left

In your empty body.”

The leader of the herd

Boasted to the pond.

“Your existence depends on us

On our generosity and kindness.”

 

“You cant suck me dry or empty

Even if you try with all your might.

If I go dry you too will perish

So your existence depends on me.

If you empty me I will be filled up

By the next shower of rain.

My power is far greater than yours

And that is why I stay silent.”

Ocean of fire

Deep blue ocean with touch of emerald green
Stretching to horizon kissing the mist
Surrounded by ice-capped mountains on one side
On the other it is wooded lands
Trees touching the skies and swaying in ocean wind.

The rays of sun have set the ocean on cold fire
Sparkling, burning, orange rays running like waves
As if fire is rippling from the soul of the ocean
Forming waves after wave, rushing to the shore
A beauty surpassing human words witnessed by only sky.

Golden glory

Golden dusk of autumn
Sky full of clouds
As if some one has thrown
Balls of cotton all over heaven.

Golden sunshine shining
Just like poured, molten gold
On the clouds, lake below and the trees
Trees surrounding the lake.

Trees dressed up in autumn leaves
Orange, pink, blue and green
Have taken the shower of gold
And have elevated to heaven above.

Fairies have opened the door of heaven
Showered down molten gold
On the earth below with both hands
The earth is soaked in that golden glow.

The bridge

I was wandering alone
In the solitary woods
On the top of the mountain
In a land of dreams.

A silver river was spread
Down below in the valley
Its silver body was shining
In a soothing, mystical glow.

A soft veil of mist
Covered the mountain and vale
Showing and not showing it all
Playing hide and seek with me.

The fairies of moon
Laid down a bridge for me
From the moon, across the clouds
It touched the mountain top.

I took a long stroll
In that bridge of dreams
The silver moon above me
The silver river below me.

Rainbow bridge

When I was a girl
I used to think
Whenever I saw a rainbow
That it was a bridge.

A transparent bridge
Laid across the sky
If I could reach one end
I will be able to climb.

Walk across that bridge
From one end to the other
While the whole wide world
Will be lying underneath.

I will see the mountains
The trees, valleys, ocean
Rivers, homes and living beings
From that bridge above them all.

Bridge to moon

The bus was winding its way
Slowly in the mountain road
Silver moon was shining
In its full glory in sky.

Half asleep beside the window
I was gazing out dreamily
At the silhouettes of passing trees
Bushes, small hillocks swishing by.

Then I saw the bridge
The bus too slowed a bit
It started from our end
Stretched to clouds and mist.

A quiet, serene river was stretched
Deep down below in the valley
Spread like a serene silver sheet
Illuminated softly in soft moon light.

The bridge lost its way in clouds
Was it made by human hands?
Or the fairies have laid it down
To come down to the mountain tops?

Home

A page torn from a book
flying in the wind
landed right in front of me
I picked it up casually.

There was a picture in it
a beautiful hamlet
situated in a green field
tiled roofs, tall towers..

I felt as if I was transported
in the picture by some spell
I could feel a soft breeze
passing by me, blowing my hair.

As I looked at white houses
with slaty, crimson roofs
grey hills in distant horizon
green, velvetty grass around me.

Meadow larks singing sweetly
I longed I had a home there
another gust of wind tore off
the page softly held by me.

A walk

A walk through the dreamy woods
A frail trail winding around trees
tall, majestic trees touching the sky..
Golden sunshine pouring down on me
cascading down like a waterfall,
through the branches and leaves.
Creating a land of light and shadow,
a realm of mystery and dreams.

I walk alone humbled and sober
absorbing that display of glory
showering down from heaven above
to bless these mortal eyes.
Every thing around me seems
soaking up that pure bliss silently
That shower of pure love from above
coming down to bless the earth below.