Song of Hope

We sang,
The songs of sadness,
The songs of despondency
A lot as yet!
And we dipped our tarnished time
In our unhappy thoughts!

So useless were those thoughts,
Those unnecessary waverings,
That would only help us to have
Gray hairs and wrinkles on faces!

Now let’s think about happiness
And independence
For the remaining little time!

Preachers visited us
During our irresolute pasts
And many philosophers accompanied.
With a dangerously unanimous resonance
Everyone echoed,
The same thing,
“Life is Perishable”!

These philosophers immersed us
Into desolation,
With their repeated verses,
“Happiness, music and even arts
Are subject to decay”!

Call them fools!
Be happy first
In the reflection of your cherished life!

Be proud of being a human!
A special power lies behind
Every existence
And every life!

Be happy in every phase of life!
Find pleasure,
When a new leaflet takes it birth,
When the morning birds
Sing with the virgin wind,
When the morning mists
Colour the environs, and
When rainbows paint the sky
With colourful symphony.

Be happy in humanness,
In its various emotions,
In angry, in peace,
In jealousy
And in fakery
Because everything is yours!

Be liberated!
Take out the attire of independence
That is kept within yourself
And show off!
Enjoy the beauty of independence!

Be a dreamer sometimes!
Dream immortality!
Life has to flower in you
In its full bloom!
And the beauty of life as well!

About Nature’s Precision

Truly delighted I am
As I saw the bewitching
Glamour of the dawn, and
I said to myself, ‘Ah,
A fine morning at the door’

The incessant momentum of
Time makes the misty
Backdrop of sunrise
To appear at my doorstep everyday
With biological precision and
Supreme regularity.

And so, I began to think
On the Powerful force
Behind this day to day affairs of
Nature - uncontrollable to the human, and
Still it remains in my
question
Unanswered.

Themelessness

(Answering the question, ‘Why my posts are delayed?’)

Days have gone and weeks too gone

About a month is near!

The lyrics fairies have not come yet

To make my thoughts pour out!

It makes you wondered, makes me too

But you hear my arguments!

There are a few more things exist

That cause lyrical dryness!

Here contradicts my previous claim

I know, as you too know!

But I repeat, it is the lyrical dryness

Caused by the themelessness!

Themes and thoughts are under decay

Due to the hasty days!

But some commitments make me to write

And now I chose themelessness!

People may suggest, ‘you choose heart,

Love, romance or dreams!’

But one pens on what strikes him, and

Hence it is the themelessness!

The Circle

I saw a dream in sleep last night,
And morning saw them realized!
Dream of hopes and enjoyment,
That shared the charm of solitude!

In the dawn I saw the sun that rise
And the mist drops glint in multitude!
The bird that hum by the Cuckoo’s nest
Told me the tale of nature’s bliss!

Total shine of the morning’s mirth
In step with the dream of yesterday!
And the hum of birdies’ fondness had
Shared the tone of the night in tune!

Noontime I left to the sands of sea
Where the sunrays bathe in twinkling wet!
I saw there the dimness that perchance
Due to the pass of morning’s grace!

The sands n’ Sea had striking solace
In the tune of night with dream n’ dark!
The glimmering petals of water drops
Wrapped up the depths of Ocean floor!

The evening time I spent in calm
With the numbness of the day in this end!
The moving figures that walk in front
Had not made anything in my mind!

The eve that waiting the dark in style
Wore the attire of gloom and shade!
The clinging cold of the nature be,
I suppose, made for the eve in special!

It’s the time of the sleep and dream
Has come as usual in the routine style!
The day and night have this much to say
To recur the steps of life’s circle!

Rhyming the Time

(Previously credited under the title 'Some Dejected Thoughts')

As every night draws in
For a new morning,
As every dream blooms
To form a reality,
As the Spring falls down
For a new season, and
As pretty foreheads
Begin to put up with wrinkles,
Says the Life,
‘The Time passes...’

Actually, the time passes through
Every fragment of life,
Every thought, and through
Every enjoyment…
In the expectation for the next moment,
And in the sweet memories of the past!!

The time does not give
Any loss or any dream.
Life is just a fantasy!

Dreams are bloomed in expectations!
The time is enjoyed in the
Richness of Life!!
It is usually the smiling faces
That make time under the
Clouds of forgetfulness.

One will think
It is the truth
And it is the whole!!
And there is no ‘next moment’ (Some only)

But everything will go by
Making the spectators all fools!!

Then the consciousness whispers,
The past was better!!
But the truth is far away from these
Presuppositions!!

The past was never so good, but
It was for the good!!

One’s dream is not for the other!
One’s best companion is his own dreams!!
His hopes and wishes!!

The fascinating wishes has its appeal
Till its fulfillments only.
After the fulfillment,
The wishes will get thrown
To the past,
And will become a loss.