Hello Dawn

I hear you singing
silently beneath the cloudy hills
cold and dead
Seeking what is yet unfound
Staring at the distant destiny
surrounded surrounded
by images gazing.
I rose this morning early
here by your side standing
to salute you, for a new dawn.
A new dawn for building heaven
from the stones thrown.

Robot, you are fair!

Stay away dirt!”
“Go away unclean!”
You shut the door as a robot
Shed tears before Medias.
Scribe syllables on perfumed  walls.

Justice turns aside. 
Truth to rob the poor  
and crush the weak!
Block the fugitives, wanderers 
Throw away the broken kites.
Rootless stray dogs they are!
Why to care wildflowers?
Wonderful to watch the life-less bodies 
wash up on beaches!


I wrote it about the attitude of nations to the refugee. Even in India, our attitude to the refugee from Burma was cruel. We all cry in front of media for the sake of Syria or Yasidis of Iraq or the Palestinians issues.

Sky never whispers...

Sky never whispers, 
"You owe me" to earth,
yet blooms her weary mind
  in the arms of his horizons. 

The raindrops,  the wishing blessings 
embrace her tattered heart
within his glowing soul.

The peeps of green
lit her dry hopes and dreams
though neither speech
nor there words.

Watch 
those lovely pastures of life 
Feast of dawn
in the garden of her ecstasy.
Flashes of light,
waving of flowers
 in her wedding garment.

Melodies of clouds
bring smiling springs,
countless streams to her
 She,  the earth now
the rose of Sharon,
the lily of heaven,  radiant
by the strength 
of that blanket of love


Author notes.. Inspired by quote of  Pablo Neruda' "After all this time 
the sun never says to the earth 
"You owe me." 
Look what happens 
With a love like that?
It lights the whole sky."

Twilight

Abundant leaves on spreading tree
Shed some, put forth others
So are generations of flesh and blood
One dies, another is born.

Do our lives worth living 
in the face of death?
What do we want 
when breaths struggling to life?

The heart is but an empty bubble 
cast upon the far barren shore.

Like a light frost driven away 
by a storm, you and I pass from all,
but a reminder, a filtering pain of ......

Falling Stars

The heart of pearly water 
looks at 
the strayed arid land
Alas! the barren land
feels thrill in dark shadows. 

The soul of pearly water finds
 Purple dawns of radiating light,
 Swarms of living, 
Fly of birds
In the clouds of that dry green and white.
Yet his rainbows vanish as dewdrops 
in the hues of sun rays.

She diagnoses  finally 
The fountain of pearls
 A mirage in him

A question  still in her...
Stars are for blooming the sky
or tickling the floor?!-





Author notes: We often see talented people.  They are less. Among them GIFTED talented are rare. Those rare people may not have interest in correct aim of their life. Instead they spend their time in wooing ladies, wasting energy in mass media or such activities.But they have a notion that they are doing everything right. 

Dry Leaves

Words are dumb 
while weaving 
the tale of woe
of  those crushed autumn leaves.
Did their voice vanish 
in dry wind?
Seeking solace in coma?!

Found once I
the angelic care 
of dawn
dignified them
 to the sky of purity 
of dew drops. 

Yet light was dark? 
Did morning warble 
mourning melodies?
Tomb there
 in the womb of love? 
How did they fall on 
the bed of thorns?

CLOWN

Tonight
moon is fair
upon the coast of lonely sea.
  
She listens
the roaring pain of waves,
the tunes of fallen hopes

The sun  goes down
painting his beloved
the face of a happy clown!
.
The sighing waves flow
in tears.
Ashes of memory
in folds.
Do the clouds
sniff to hold the tears?

Barricades

Bowling ball can't be solid as rock 
Yet  wounding fragile humans
As empty shells
Serves cold beneath inner realms.

We gaze horizons of comradeship
While embracing the barricades
Of hatred rooted among us.

We all miss the way somewhere
While throabing hearts endevour
To harmonize symphony.



(life in society.)