Pluck this little flower.delay not.

Pluck this little flower.delay not.
I am afraid lest,it may droop into dust
not seen Thy feet
where lives the poorest, lowliest and the lost.

Pluck this little flower.delay not
I may not find a place in His garland
I am afraid lest.The day may end unaware
Offering time may go by.

Pluck this little flower.delay not
I am afraid lest,it may fade
unto ignorance and negligance
Let it touch your feet

Pluck this little flower.delay not
I am afraid lest,its fragrance may escape
without tasting
your fragrance of love

Pluck this little flower
while there is time.

I know not...

I know not, how to sing.
But I had ever amused
at your light of music
that illuminates the world.

I know not, how to dance
But I am stunned
at your choreographed
dance of life.

I know not, how to write
But you guided me
scribbling out my thought
on a paper mortal as mine.

Thy music breaks through the rocks
Thy dance baffles me
Thy thoughts fills my soul
My soul longs to join
Thy song, dance and thoughts.

Leave me not
For I am lost away from you.
Away from your sight
My heart knows no rest and respite.

I forget.I forget ever not.

I am restless and athirst for faraway things
My soul goes out in longing to touch the flower on far away land
O Great one,Beyond the beyond
O sweet call of thy flute
I forget.I forget ever not.
I have no wings to fly
and that I am bound to this spot evermore

I am waiting eagerly,a stranger on a strange land
Thy song comes to me whispering hope
O Farthest and Closest
O sweet call of thy flute
I forget.I forget ever not.
I have not an iron arm
to break open the wall that confines me.

I am listless and wander endless in my mind
My soul longs to see thy smile blossom
O Indeterminate, Unknowable
O sweet call of thy flute
I forget.I forget ever not.
That the gates are shut everywhere
in the home I live alone.

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.