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.