BLIND

Sauntering in the garden, she was,

dabbing her wet eyes once and again

but the tears wouldn't appease

to not deluge her pretty face.

At last the wind whirled, only for her,

and the provoked vertigo rose to her face

as the tears seeped deep to dry.

Then it was the emerald grass,

stooping down

just to embrocate her tender feet.

She had fondled both,

the unctuous nudges of the whirl

and the affable tingling amid the grass.

Nature was acting parent

and the trees appended to the family,

exfoliating themselves

to beget the diffused smile of the girl.

Their leaves lumbered down

kissing the girl’s cheeks

and eventually laying beside her.

Nature exhorted her to smile

And she didn’t repel.

Yes, her lips curved to smile

But her soul wept for the nature

She could feel it, she couldn’t see it.

* by a traveler #5 *

This is for all those who cast their faith in the truth that life, when lived in the 'raw' style cherishes you the most.

By 'raw' style, I imply that we remain permeable to every single taste of life without shrouding any veil of faked emotions, without masquerading as the one who will wake up every day garbing that single false emotion to dodge the intermittent difficulties of life and incidentally, the profuse happiness also.

When we start living that way, when we assimilate every moment of this gifted life, it is then when we penetrate deeper and acknowledge the fact that we are the mentor of our own, we are the sun in our own darkness, that we know the way out of every problem.

It is your life, it will never betray you.

HAPPYSATURDAY

Scripts of success

The evanescent night bid goodbye
as dawn peered through the raven.
Tingling with my tiny eyes,
it indolently pervaded over my belongings, as if a spy.
Disdainful of this spy, I was awake.
I grew enraged and I despised dawn,
after all, my treasure was lost,
not in the benign night, but in this compelling dawn.
Yes, I lost my dreams to this  nasty spy.
I was engulfed in my puerile delirium,
when the green rustling leaves,
the high flying garrulous birds,
the humane chaos,
the scattered yellow rays
and the pristine blue sky
exhorted me to embrace the rising dawn,
to mould the realm of my ebullient dreams into scripts of success.

Good Morning

The cloud and the river

The cloud waded through air,
to adore his love down
where a river frolicked amidst the meadows.
Their love suffused to depths,
It was in the agitated chirping high above,
In the violent swaying of leaves hitched to twigs
and in the evocative redolence of lilies.
Inamorata, his river was frisky,
It bullied with the pebbles,
and peeped through every fault in the rocks.
The cloud was somber and silent
Resting on the pinnacle, it serenaded, albeit a coarse voice echoed
High above, it embellished the blue vastness
The young love Thrived
The river rose, then the cloud drained
and they mingled into each other
casting a  cycle of eternal love,
A cycle of ubiquitous love.

--dream--

The night had pervaded,

imbibing hues from chattels clustering me,

when my eyes closed, turning opaque to the chattels,

and I embarked on a dream, a walk with an angel.

Under the raven sky, jostling the grass,

along the illusory blue pines,

we strolled, the tranquil moon following us.

She was adorable, the glimpse of heaven.

Attired in white,

she dimmed the raven, along with the moon.

The night darkened, her divinity glistened,

the moon kept behind, as if

painting my dream sans brushes.

We came down the lane,

the blue pines still in sight, when a serene lake halted her.

She drew closer, the water rippled as if greeting her,

a lotus in yonder had bewitched her, desisting my dream.

i convinced the lake to devoid of its lotus,

the lake conspired and I felt her skin, the lotus exchanged.

She smiled and I felt an eternal impulse.

We moved again, the lotus embellishing her beauty,

when she stopped again, kissed me goodbye

and disappeared among the twinkling stars.

* destiny *

I was agitated,
why am I not perfect,
why do I stumble down,
why do I've to rise up,
when my heart whispered low,
and it throbbed for long,
disarming the chaos eating me.
It started off uplifting me, mending my impaired strength.
It peeped back in the past, popping out a bevy of jiffs when it was elated
I saw my smile curved along with my heart's.
The chaos had collapsed, only the debris left,
when I slipped into my reverie,
thinking of them who had tied their emotions with me,
who bore the thorns of my destiny with me,
who wished to see me on the pinnacle.
I rose up again
To foster the smiles of some,
To enrich the trust of some,
I rose up again,
Intrepid of all stumbles,
Embracing every day of my destiny.

fight

the sky had an uproar,
conflicts thundered, not clouds.
it was a fight of importance, betwixt the moon and the sun,
the tranquility of sky, all pierced.
neither the moon nor the sun bothered, they only seeked their distinction,
chasing a vote of distinction, they moved to the wind,
alas! they engaged in futile arrogation.
the wind placed its bias for the sun,
as it collected praises only when it blew to soak sweat.
enraged, the moon barged in the cluster of stars,
and ferrying a cluster of votes, the moon emerged the winner,
when a loud cry echoed and the sky looked down,
chaos had strewn all over
and Earth was a mess
with no day and no night, earth lost its distinction in the galaxy,
and monotony engulfed the 'blue planet'.
the remorseful sun shone bright,
and the penitent moon faded to return back.
they lost, they both lost for the win of good will.