Lost and Lost

Why are you staring at me?

questioned the lake to a lone lad,

who had been kneeling under the tree

away from horses hooves and people loud.

I ain't here for your treasure trove

nor for thy pleasing ever-new form,

seeking I answer for a question simple,

"How did I lose in this caustic chloroform?"

All I ever wished every shooting star

is a place yonder from all mirth and din,

a secluded spot with master in my altar

none to bother and nothing to clamor attention.

'Well', gurgled lake,'Your wish is fulfilled.'

'Pause thy lament and observe me

ducks float,leaves fall and men abscond

yet, within I dance with master free.'

'Though, in this outer varied visage

I move, cackle and bounded here

look deep within lad, I am the ocean

infinite -the form of truth behind screen.'

Young lad touched the grass with fervor

for he found the way to be lost forever,

'Never let the ripples to touch core

for that is residence of the self true.'

The once lamented lad never let a silent tear

for he whispers to the carefree wind

thoughts on all things beautiful and dear,

thanks to lake which spoke and heart that heard.

Saints in the city

Three saints met God after penance

of decades to please almighty for once.

God appeared and smiled with pride at creation

for they are the epitome of great supplication.

"O dear father!"the first one cried happily

"Give me the chance to guide people

to thy destination, thro' this dark alley-

world of delusion and proclaim my love."

"O Holy Master!" second saint conversed,

"Make me the warning sign in people's lives

lest they hurt themselves or neighbors

in the journey to meet thee,o Lord."

Third saint pondered for a second more

"O mother! let me be a benign beacon

in the misty myriad ways to thee,

and help travelers to wade without pain."

Tathasthu

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I find the three saints in this city,

one became the blue signs of direction,

other is the traffic signals lay in center pretty

and last one is street lights at every cross-section.

Rest and Restless

God, the almighty created this world

of boundaries and rules for each art,

lakes to be silent and stagnant on land

and birds to fly in sky with craft.

He made fishes to be in water blue,

while the trees towards roof unknown.

Man to bond with family and friends alike

and stars to twinkle at night over souls worn.

This world would be a place of satisfaction

as all creations breathed with divine injunction.

Yet, God all loving touched a fine chord

deep within the unexplored recess of each mind.

Lo! Fishes became dolphins birds into seagulls,

lakes became oceans infinite and trees weeds in water,

Stars became sun that doesn't twinkle at dark nights

and I, became insane for the presence of my master.

Great or grace

I

A plant wild and unknown to men,

gave birth to flower-yellow and small

in a nook unseen nor untouched by other green,

yet the pride reverberated in the little hill.

The flower grew into a boastful bloom

huffing at every shortcoming from kitchen

and scowling at the leaves green,

a boring color in contrast to his form.

Yellow beacon sighted one day, a flower

atop this earth,hanging from the blue screen

produced by handowork of  an invisible farmer

 took care to perfectly sculpt from divine pollen.

"O creatures of green! put me up,

for I wish to converse to a being like me,

up there I see her while night drop,

O! a form chiseled to perfection I love."

Leaves obeyed the wish of their child

rested the son on their shoulder

for him to gaze at his love beloved

and  to talk to her all things under.

Flower looked at the sun always

in  attempt to catch her attention,

for he never cared for lacking leaves

who cooked food and fed with supplication.

II

Days went by with no result for wooings

and the withering lover bent down with pain.

Lo! all he found down were happy maids

singing in praise of Lord who has magic sown.

"O leaves! why art thy sing in praise

for God who cut my heart asunder

 making you carry this burden of forlorn love

while not aiming for anything grander."

III

"O our beloved! we owe the almighty

for he dropped you - an image of perfection,

our amidst and gave us an opportunity

to carry and behold thy pleasing form."

Sun-flower was stuck by the revelation

and gazed his reflection in leaves near.

"Pardon my foolishness, O! workers worn

perfection is in everything both ether and nether."

Where we end

A fly, when born in pond murky

gazes at sky with eyes curious

and heart filled with perception happy,

dreams of a day it swims in sky spacious.

Alas! it ends under a random fat hand,

which never dreamt of great ascend

nor bothered it is for heart little once.

Lord! where we begin and where we end.

"Fear not, O child eternal and free,

for this isn't the end for your castles.

If not fly I shall make you an eagle,

glide my dear! like the king of skies."

"Bear in mind thro' trails you face

by people who never wonder nor bother,

that you had the beginning in this world nether

but end you will when we merge together."

  

Love all around

Rocks are strewn by grass green,

hills are hemmed by flowers wild,

sky is adorned with cloud white and clean,

look around mate! its love all around.

Trees kiss the air invisible and subtle,

while roots cuddle the earth brown,

birds chirp unwritten symphonies to dale.

comrade! this is love pure and unworn.

Child smile at every click of camera

and mother's eyes twinkle with pure pride,

companions hold hands till end of  era,

my dear! this is the love I care and crave.

Friends for each

Fire found its friend true in wind,

for wind sustains and destroys.

Water is the friend of laudable land,

which thrives and submerges at times.

Darkness is the right comrade of light,

one sacrifices another in their presence.

Weeds are, my dear, friends of growing plant,

for they highlight at start and kill at right time.

Insanity, my love, is the truest friend

of sanity and sense in this logical world,

for what I believe a minute before,

is a  theory foolish as insanity takes throne.

Cathedral for one

The mansion of Father looks upon

the empty streets carpeted with morning fog,

as I enter the hallowed premises sans throng,

while the air is filled with sweet smell of pollen.

Roof raise up in supplication of the lord,

king of heaven far away from this gloom.

O behold!  the cross in center of the world,

destination of every man in this myriad loom.

As the water holy touched forehead of mine,

vision cleared of inner-eye, eroding my sadness

Lo! I see true reality so sublime,

a cathedral where God beckons in silence.

Hark! voyagers of this mesmerizing mire,

this world is a church open and wide, 

where each mould ,a symbol of destiny

 lord presides within in unseen glory.