On the seashore of endless worlds

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite shy is motionless overhead
and the restless water is boisterous.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

They build their houses with empty shells.
With worn withered leaves they weave their boats
and smilingly float them on the vast deep.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

They know not how to swim,
they seek no hidden treasures,
they know not how to cast nets.
they just gather pebbles and scatter them again.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

The sea surges up with laughter
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
Death dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

The sea plays with children .
plundering and flooding their castles,
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
On the seashore of the endless worlds children meet.

Tempest roams in the pathless sky,
ships get wrecked in the trackless water,
death is aboard and children play.
On the seashore of endless worlds is the greatest meeting of children

I adopted the some lines from gitanjali..

A Tree's dance

When the sky opens
 his shower,
trees dances
 to his roar and light,
washes her dusts and sins
in the heavenly shower,
she dances and dances,
finally exhausted
she fell down
on her knees
tired of love,
separation
and excitement.
To ease her,
he stopped his
shower of dews
and showered
showers of light and hope
For her to continue living....

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.