Wednesday, September 29, 2010

A night as a vagabond

I took a forlorn voyage one bright summer day
To a place less disgraced by mankind
It was by far like an unfathomable journey to a celestial abode
Manoeuvring through an exotic timberland road

Spiralling up a gigantic hill, amidst the best of nature at display
And as dusk fell, I stopped by a giant tree to call a home so faraway
The setting sun and the birds returning home from a day’s hard labour
The early howl of the distant jackals and the frequent pop up of a fury mole

Aggrieved and disapproving of its newly uninvited neighbour
Yet I stood there basked in the beauty of nature, as they played their role
And soon the unwelcomed dusk unveiled the black curtain of darkness
And the players made their retreat, hopefully for another peaceful night

And In the silence of the night, I could hear a bell ringing from a place faraway
Perhaps a prayer by a lone hermit, a recluse more than these worldly pleasures!

Monday, September 20, 2010

In Memory of My Late Parents

Yesterday, I was a child on my mother's lap
And little did I know, when I wake up from this nap
That I will be on my own, in this vast and weary world
With much to care and a son of my own to mould

It was just like yesterday, when I had them both
I had no worries to ponder but go my way in complete sloth
And today, I take their place and knew what it has been
To leave a place behind and live a life to its brim

I salute them both for what they have been to me and my kin
For what they have undergone, opening lives and lights to a dozen line
And when the nestlings feathered and rose to our feet
Long were they gone, and alone we wandered in this wild street

I think of them, day in and day out and the God sends them in my dreams
With their old smiles and soft spoken words, I walked with them in their realms
And when the night passes, I wake up alone like any other day
Greeted by this worldly chores and all I can, is call it another day anyway

I will wait and play my part like any one of you hath
I will tread the way that you have trodden, along with all my kith
And when the God calls me back, I will come there in ultimate reunion
To be your son again and stay there as your eternal companion

Friday, September 17, 2010

A Tribute

The splendours of their Majesties, the radiance of the Golden Throne
Illuminates this aroma of the nation, the pride that we gleefully adorn
Void is our hearts without their intellection, for they are, our testimony
Of our unity, the source of our peace and the chronology of our history

O' my King(s), thou had been indeed our radiant lights to our dark future
Under thine's majestic grandeur, much have we seen, for others that in ages unfold
Thou burned the mid-night oils, lost in mundane affairs, less likely of any regal stature
While in rhythmic bliss, we reaped the peace that thou fagged in heat and cold

As a child often I ideated the imperialistic state than the gallantry of the leaders
Yet I have heard of leaders who fought war for fame and blood for cozen vengeance
And weighed their glory by the extent of the empires and services their subject renders
And yet we have leaders, who for the nation's happiness, risk their life in deep allegiance

O' our great King(s), under thy noble feet, in triumphant submission, I humbly bow
In ardent love and gratitude, in tribute for all that thou had dauntlessly sacrificed
May thy graciousness over shine our ignorance and in you may we glow
Out of selfishness and greed and for the wellbeing and the happiness of our citizenry

Long Live Our King(s)!!!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

The Boy Is the Father of Man

I denied a chocolate to my boy, a busy morn
Turning a deaf ear to all his reasons and anguish
Until in silence we manoeuvred the lane to his kindergarten
Mesmerized in thoughts and in tears, I could see him seated

But not for long as I could hear him mumble again
This time, this strange narration, I heard him say
"Though I don't remember, how good a dad I have been”
"But for sure, would not have been a soul worse than this man,"

"After all that I have done, a chocolate he cannot give me every morn"
And as I looked at him rather annoyed, he made a disapproving glance to say
"You might well recollect what a dad I had been to you when you were like me"
"And that you are growing old, I will wait until you come back as my little boy"

And as I dropped him with his tiny bag, he looked at me and said
"Dad, is it true that when you die, you shall be born as my son?"
Of course I said, but I will remember never to ask you a chocolate
He smiled and as he passed the gate, he murmured, "It’s not about the chocolate alone!"

Thursday, September 9, 2010

The Forgotten Mission

There is nothing greater than just being a human
With our own destiny folded in our acumen
The Creator has sent us to pave our way forward
To the ultimate destiny, the place of limitless delight

I have started my voyage here, from this mountain terrain
Where rocks cropped and hills ran into jagged chain
Where flora and fauna exist in equal harmony
From this land blessed by souls, hermits and sages great

In my small room, as the first ray of the sun passes
I stand there prepared to take my journey a mile further
Lighting a lamp, I offer my daily verses, though it far less surpasses
The act of assuming all drudgeries and pains of all sentient being

With dusk and dawns taking its rapid natural turn
However young my heart may yield, a day closer I burn
Like a fast depleting lit incense, I come closer to my end
Though to the ultimate destiny, by far less I may transcend

The bustling lives often override the truth of my impermanence
The greed to ease and solace fake this fugitive hours of existence
Half the time I have wasted ere I realize my mission true
And in bygone days, nothing have I seen but illusions in blue

With my body yielding to time, the gravity I can feel
Now or never will I make my end the beginning of my mission
To the place of ultimate bliss, the destiny my creator had sealed
The place many had long sought but often not unfeigned in true fruition

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

That Lone Night

I was woken up one lone wintry night
By an anguished howl, made with all its might
And I stood there awake, in the night's pure blackness
Amid the roaring snores and ticking clocks

And there as I turned from side to side
I wondered why on earth did that creature howl
When in deep slumber, all souls had befallen
And yet I heard, a more deeper but a tortured howl

The wind that gently brought the pain in my ears
Blew and passed, but that agony in my heart lingered for years
It was one of those cold wintry nights, in pain and in desperation
It howled the night long until it could make that blissful separation

As the night made its way to the day
I could hear the chirping of those early birds
And the children's cry and their mothers' dismay
I rolled up my blanket and walked through that frosty dirts

Only to find the farmer's dog that fended the crop
Yielded to the chilling frost, its might all dis-robed