Mountains

He had the courage
to raise among his equal plains
towards sky
and towards glory.
There he sits majestic
as always
in his eternal chair
watching over the plains
with wisdom unknown
to mankind.
The monsoons
pays their obeisances
prays on their knees.
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.

I took this shot from my house terrace..:)

My musings.....

Somethings fly
birds, hours, joy
Somethings stay
mountains, grief, eternity
But they all take some rest
to continue
henceforth.

Dawn

Not knowing when the dawn will come
I could open all doors and windows
they come unwarned,
noiselessly they creep
and fill the darkness around and me.

Breathe my words...

It's hard to write
It's hard to scribble
It's hard even to squiggle
when no one understands
when no one comprehends
when no one hears my words cries
when no one perceives my squiggle's griefs
when no one minds my scribble's wails.
But my words have to live
and survive and breed
so breathe My words..

Breathe and show your power
to the world that glower
at your sight.
Breathe and show your vigor
to the world that jeer
at your abilities
Break your silence and Breathe
my dear words

I will find you...

I will seek you
at the edge of the land
at the beginning of the sea
upon the silky sand
under the canopy of stars.

I will find you
in the rush of the tide
in the caress of the wind
in the secret happiness of unfathomable rays.

I will feel again
the love once shared
the joy that lasts long ago
the peace my soul longs for.

I will hear you
in the silence og the breeze
in the song of the birds
in the rustling of the leaves.

Thank God it's not ME.

The man with no eyes
walks up and down confidently
the train and bus stops
begging for money.
walks guided only
by a mere white stick.
Yet people try to ignore him
people, who are not even confident
to walk with stained cloths.

The child on the street
wrapped up with dirt
with smile so sad
has been mistreated to a hell lot
scrambling for coins
dropped near them.
Bravely asking aloud.
For money they live
a life filled with mistreat and abuse.

A man with one or two limbs lost
ambles differently through the indifferent crowd
sits quietly by the side
Praying someone takes pity
hoping that somebody cares
Trying to make a living
From the kindness of passers-by
Yet nobody sees him
or the tear in his eyes.

What kind of world we live in?
They can't eat without begging
we don't even bother
to ask their story
how they end up there?
But we effectively
avoid them
shun them
and uncomfortably walk past them
Thanking God it's not ME

Someday....

Some day I will see you and not your image
Someday I will see your face not your mask
Someday I will see the truth not it's wrappings
Someday I will see the picture and not the pieces.

Someday I will feel the hope and not its hallucination
Someday I will feel your aura not just your presence
Someday I will feel your love not its imitation
Someday I will feel happiness not its illusion.

Someday I will hear your silence not your noise
Someday I will hear your thoughts not the altered words
Someday I will hear your voice not just sound
Someday I will hear your song not the humming.

One day I will see the path and not the mirage.