Farewell

 

                                                 Fare well

The autumn foliage whispered to fireflies

I fall from the bright Crimson peak to the earthy paleness

The glowing flies resting pensive on the dry twigs, withered.

My enchanting lights brings the bliss of joy

To the parched soul

But evanescing with time

 

Nothing constant in the universe

The fare well bid of Autumn for Spring

     arid sunny summers for winter chills

 And again the downpour;

The vicious cycle of life,

Creation and destruction.

 

The bees and flies on the floral petals and stamens;

The migrating birds running to their nests ;

The dusk standing on the doorstep of starry nights

Expecting the dawn.

The mountains saying farewell bid to the melting snow

And the streams to the shore;

The eons, witness to transitions,

Mutating the Universe...

 

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I saw you first in the valley of peace

With the breezy winds of the East.

 

 In a snowy evening, where I walked

With the sun on the barren rocks.

The fragrance carried away with the wind,

Sharing the stories of blooming

I stood speechless

Looking into the snowy petals.

 

The snowy white and yellow tints

Blooming spring and autumn mist

Mind took a stroll with the

Emanating fragrance.

The lovely Plumerias made me blush

The dusky sun kissed on its petals

With its crimson hues!

Reflected in the blushed face too

I looked at the yellow tints

With the joy of seeing the Spring.

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Silence

  

SILENCE

A bouquet of roses left behind in the corridor of time

Just like words forgotten to utter;

Silence is breathing hard

In the cloudy twilight

In the courtyard of memories.

 

How poignant is silence

How meaningful it is !!

Sometimes it seems profound

 Mitigating  all the turbulences

The quotidian life poses.

Sometime it is so tranquil

Sleeping in the lap of mother earth.

 

 

O’ silent spells  so unique is your ways

Your grace So adorable  ,

The lightning is the silence of thunder

When it  breaks the tranquility of midnight

With the down pour  .

 

An empathetic companion where words

Loses meanings :

O’silence you follow us from birth to death

As shadows

Like the beads of a string  you hide

A million emotions

Solace to to grieving hearts;

Bitter memories ;

Unrevealed love .

Constant companion to all  the spells of life 

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MEMORIES

Traversing the vermillion hues and foliage of Autumn;

Walking with the bare trunks of snow –clad Winter hills;

Withstanding the miseries of parched ,desolate barren lands

Of torrid summer and despair;

With the bloom of joyous spring;

With the downpour of sky and grief

Memories bequeath the imprints of life.

 

The memories of bygones,

The emissary to ephemerals.

Yet, inspiration for driving forward

Teaching us tenuousness of life.

 

Sometimes, an ode to normalcy

 Sings the song of life,

Enlivening the soul,

Intertwined in intricacies.

The folks of triumph of pragmatism

In the whirl wind of life.

Sometimes, the niceties of life

Very closely are memories

Cherished long.

 

It evades senescence and evanescence;

Traversing the barriers of culture &dialects;

Revamping the tireless traveler of life,

Ridden with uncertainty &obscurity

Usher in renaissance of humility &love.

 

It never goes with the last winds of the night,

 Never fades into oblivion with the dawn of sun,

 Leads  lineages forward and forward,

Transforming lives,

 Memories bequeath the imprints of life.

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Reconfiguration

With the chills of dawn your day begins ,

With the waning stars of the firmament ends;

In the vicious cycle of life.

    Find  yourself unique

unparalled and unostentacious

but amidst  those stars

creators own self expression.

 

Reinvent yourself everyday

Replete  with immense wisdom

perpetual source of inspiration

The universe searching for light

in you,

reconfigure yourself every dawn!

 

Milestones  untouched by decades strolled past,

waiting your footsteps in their hibernating sleepy days..

Reconfigure yourself

angels of the sky sprinkling lights

on your way,

 Reconfigure yourself.

 

Wake up from senescense  imposed ,

Redefine history frozen amidst the journeys of rocks,

Decipher those codes

For the dejected souls

 wake up from senescense .

 

Redefine yourself for the posterity

Each one of you again and again

leaving imprints to copy for

generations not yet born .

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PERSPECTIVE

When I look through the veils

  in different colors

There, I see lives in vibrant colors.

 

When I look through the grey lens of my spectacles,

I see the grey shady dry trees and grazing land,

Withered foliage and twigs.

Then mind whispered:

 

 Make the veils and visions vivid,

 Fill the mind with zest of a new beginning.

Feel the fragrance of this Earth

 As if it is novel to your senses.

 

 

 I can hear the birth pangs of creativity in the solitude,

 I dare not break the tranquility

 Your footsteps are in quest of since decades.

 

 An angel of the sky

Showered the magic of love !

 See you smiling from the core,

But the perspectives hinder;

The shadows of grey sky

Obscure the view.

Perspectives made you dither;

The chains of posterity and sermons

 Dampened the spirit.

Wake up and grow to see

The windows of joy,

Corridors of creativity,

The green meadows!!!

 

 

Enjoy your solitude

I dare not break the tranquility;

 The angel of your sky

Longing you fly in your own sky,

In the serenity of your sky.

 

 Farewell bid to the shadows of grey,

Go ahead of your times in creativity

Excel the glories of heydays,

Embracing the joy of self-realization.

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Generations

                      Generations

The generations of bye gone era still

Walking in front of me;

The footprints rising

 From the dusts  of history ,

And I stood amidst Juniper trees

Lonely down- hill.

 

Walking in the dark forest,

 I could hear the footsteps of time.

The generations ,passed before me

 turned back with a smile.

 

Showed me the way ahead on the

Chiseled  rocks and mountains

 

The saga of survivals, courage and slavery.

The quest for freedom to breathe the air of my land

The visions for the future of the land

 

Everything I could see in that smile

And I guess now the sky is clear!

The dawn has brought a new light

A vision to uphold the unity of my land

The deciphered scripts are the history

 And now decode the evils, destroying the land.

 

Live breathing the same air and earthy fragrance together,

 

Wake up and wake up!!

The generations of bygone era walk ahead

The sun, witness of all generations lived  here

 Gives you the same light

The sun, the sky and the streams 

Nurture you with the same love

 You all belong to this land,

     The generations of all time,

The undeniable truth of this land.

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Metamorphosis

             **Metamorphosis**

  METAMORPHOSIS

 

 

  I stand amazed

            in the woody forest

Where eons passed by me,

Decades cascaded,

Centuries spoke to me silently,

In the same woody shades.

 

Yet I, the Time wonder  at

The metamorphosis of seasons,

The metaphor to the transitions.

 

     Among the grey clouds I could hear

    Thunders of the irate sky

 and the down pour as

Blessings to mother Earth.

The emerging greens,

From the ashes of a scorching summer ,

That parched my souls too;

If I have a soul !!!

I am the Time,

Witness to the metamorphosis of life.

 

Suddenly my glance fell on the foliage of autumn

That touched Earth as to pay its last homage;

The bare trunks filled some dismay.

"The metamorphosis of seasons" again

 I whispered to myself,

In the misty valleys.

 

 

A farewell bid to verdant green

And dipping into vibrant yellow,

Again to the crimson red

I dithered in the beauty of Spring yellows and crimson red.

 My thoughts stood breathless on my way ;

But I had to move on.

 

 

The rainy skies and forests,

Invoked the zest of a new beginning,

I,the time was wondering !

Millions of seasons touched my frame of time;

Yet I stand in the moving wheel,

In the vicious cycle of nature,

Where everything is in transit as

 Metamorphosis  of seasons on this Earth.