The Anonymous Poet

Far beyond the reach of thought
Lies a valley deep and wide
Where no man has stepped or caught,
The sight of the great divide

Therein sits an aged bard
Who chants his verses aloud
The words echo through the valley beyond
From the world of magic to ground

The imagery so real the masses can feel
Strokes of beauty with words of zeal
Nature is his paintbrush and life his hand
An anonymous poet with no footsteps on sand

Meaning of the poem many tried to decipher
Religions of the earth, just interpretations to impart fear
For true meaning lies coded without the key-line
It lies locked deep, the key only with divine

The Lost Child

Nosy from the moment it was born
Naïve it was, unknown was rose’s thorn
Everything was queer and it was charmed
Never was it of any peril alarmed

But devils had their dark plan
They laughed wicked, the entire clan
The rose which the child had trusted much
Hurt it alas when it gently tried to touch

Demons chased the child till dark
Lost it was, so was life’s spark
The child within the man vanished
Like a soul departs a body tarnished

Far away in a dark haven
It peeps in a mirror with tears
Through the eyes of an inhuman man
That it has become over the years

Ego haunts the man too stern
Shackled within him the child shall never return
Once innocent, careless, and bright
Now lays dusty, rotten, and full of fright

Rain of Thoughts

Thought of rain brings the rain of thoughts,

And drops merge to reflect an ocean of memories

In troubled waters the mind sails

Consciously unconscious, the mind fades

Alone in ocean, with crashing waves of time

A chill of fear running down the spine

I am the captain, and the only crew

In the ship of mind, struggling to sail through

Far away a blurred lighthouse shines

With rays of tomorrow comes the new sunrise

In troubled memories the ship seemed to sink,

But mind is only as strong as one may think !

The ship is strong and the shores seem near

Anchor of confidence fights every fear

Forget the past, but remember the lessons it did teach

And glorious destinations are well within reach

Fly away to thy home fly

Fly away to thy home fly
For the violets await thee
With reminiscences they satisfy their soul
With a peek in the sky they console

Distant flowers may more colorful seem,
Violets thy think, hath faded to cream?
They still are proud with their violet robes
Standing tall-still remembering their folks

The sorrowful dew seeps through the twigs-
Tears of the violets, they hide like wigs!
Though they wish joy, wherever thee be
Secretly also wish- may thy return soon be

Gardens of homeland shall soon perish,
If butterflies like thee do not nourish!
In these gardens which thou fluttered and played-
Thy friends await

Fly away to thy home fly,
For the violets await thee
With reminiscences they satisfy their soul
With a peek in the sky they console

Thoughtless

Have you ever tried to pause your thinking? Have you ever had your brain without a single thought? Imagine a walk by the beach. Imagine the sand crumbling under your feet. Feel it slide over and under your toes. You smile gently as it tickles you.

You hear the water gush and you cannot stop looking at the waves crushing on to the shore. You see another one, perhaps the biggest you’ve seen so far. It manages to reach and touch you. Like a small child running to you and touching your feet with a giggle. You smile to yourself.

You stop walking, and turn to the endless ocean. A few steps inside the water and your heart pumps heavily. You feel alive. A breeze whispers by. Another gush of wind, and you close your eyes; almost involuntarily. You give in. You just hear and feel the waves, the wind, the birds and the warm sun. Wish you had wings, with which you could fly away across the ocean, to nowhere. Fly away from the cities. Fly away from people.

When you open your eyes, it is dark. The horizon has dimmed. But it has rendered the most brilliant of shades. Shades which mesmerize and soothe and lull even the most active brains. You watch the sun dip into the ocean. It should last forever, you wish. The sun starts to vanish slowly, and so do your thoughts. When the sun is almost gone, your thoughts set too. And you have your mind-thoughtless.

Trembling

Trembling beneath a lamppost
I stare at the road below
Murky eyes have images lost
Can only see past in my shadow

Vision is blurred,
But my mind can see
The blood I spattered
Still reeks on me

Ruthlessly slaughtered,
Faces come alive
My mind is cluttered
And heart pounds wild

I breathe in fret
I perceive the dead
The unsparing night restlessly leers
And avenging ghouls smell me by my fears

A Dying Tree

I do not know when the seed was sown
Though I did see the tender green,
It grew silently, to me unknown
And soon It was a plant.

I do not know who nurtured it,
Perhaps a glance would have!
It grew to a tree, so brightly lit
Basking in the bright red land.

But my blood could nurture no more,
Light of your love never glittered it!
In vain go my love's efforts to grow,
Unseen die the flowers it bore

Still hope your love does shine on me,
My blood still trying to save the tree
Waiting for your light in darkness of hopes,
Craving for life, a dying tree chokes

I dream of a day

I dream of a day
When you sing with me
Together we sway
And our hearts set free

I dream of a river
Flowing gently by our side
Its sweet music silver
Its joy, it cannot hide

I dream of a cluttered sky
Over the grass on which we lay
See the stars dancing by
Oh I wish this dream forever to stay!

The Nature's Foiled Masterplan

The innocence of a baby need not be proved. But as soon as the journey of manhood begins, the innocence of a child is tarnished by the harsh experiences of life. Every creation seems so perfect when formed. But with the passage of time, its glory is lost. Has the glory of our planet also withered with time?

For a moment imagine a tiny Earth amidst the unending universe. You see the stars cluttered all over the space. Lets zoom in. You see a beautiful blue planet which appears to be the most blessed of all. It seems serene, lovely. As you try to have a closer look, you see the clouds swaying gently. Feels like a masterstroke from the nature. Try to imagine beneath the clouds. You see the borders. You hear the birds chirping. You sense life, finally. It still seems very peaceful and calm. But as you try to zoom in further, your calmness is shattered to pieces. Rushing crowds. Nasty fights. Noisy protests. Burning houses. Weeping kids. Your mind ruptures. Your heart pounds. Your breath fastens. Does it still appear a masterpiece to you? Does it still look like a perfect plan of nature?

Every creation of nature is a masterstroke and Earth is no exception. But as it faced the storm of mankind in the sands of time, everything metamorphosed. Rivers began dividing lands instead of nurturing civilizations. Pigeons started to deliver messages of war. Thick forests became history. Animals ran out of homes. Many even became extinct. The Earth panicked as a blanket of pollutants enveloped it. The global temperature shot up till even the ice at the poles gave up. The weather cycle was destroyed. But there was hardly any ear listening to the crying Earth. Then, it erupted. It sent its furious Tsunamis and tornadoes in defense. But all the sacrifices it made of its own children went futile. Humans became the gods and the creators of the universe zoomed out their view of mercy from the Earth to the rest of the universe. Nature had proposed a masterplan for Earth, humans thwarted it.

An innocent Earth was planned. A clean blue planet was to be formed. But the harshness of mankind tarnished it. Its innocence was lost. And with the mistake of creating humans, the baby Earth lost its innocence.

Awake

The golden beams pierce through my illusion;
As I arduously awake from slumber,
I see the birds- blurred; awaken already,
Waiting for me to regain my vision.

As I awkwardly stand on the lush green beneath,
I hear the river gushing behind.
And as I dip my hands to refresh my eyes,
The river reflects back a dull mind...

And just then a bee hums,
Her song of the unending work...
But I not heeding, did irk;
Her melody of work unsung!

I ponder now-what message is being communicated!
And as I see each one performing their assigned tasks,
I wonder what is man's task!
And I ask myself-Am I awake?