Two seeds

A tender hand sowed two seeds
In soil fertile, with love and care.
Water flowed freely in both their seats
And sun shined unbiased in that place.

Days passed and eyes sought the yield
Lo! One turned into a plant taut and tall
Adorned with stars of colour gold.
Alas! Another was twisted like a broken doll.

Months went by and golden ones waned
The shorter one endured dust and weed.
A flower blossomed white on twisted house
And once tall died-a martyr to a lousy cause.

A Cloud and a Rose

O Elusive lover! who had risen me from dead,

thou left me alone in this binding forest

of invisible sorrow and unwonted mirth.

Where do I search for your benign smile and nod?

I looked at the stars that twinkle merrily

unscathed by any loss one suffer's below.

Shall I seek your young grin in their mockery

on this sorrowful lover, crying in their glow?

O trees tall and wise! heed my pitiful plight,

 look with bright eyes yonder for purpose mine,

as these brown eyes are filled with tears moist.

Do you see the unbridled form of my joyful love?

Up above,I can see the moon once content,
under which we basked as merry lovers
unaware of other world, silly and transient.
 Now alone I lie under the moon morbid
 waiting for thy laugh of utter happiness.

 O lord eternal and wise! take me back there
where I can listen to melodies of his flute
caressing my heart marred by fears dark.
Let me fly to those times, like a free lark.
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P.S.

Sought him I everywhere in wild forest
until, I heard him in recesses of my heart.
"My Love! none can asunder us for long,
for I am the melody and you the song."

Carpenter and cowherd

Epilogue:

Jesus Christ  was crucified previous day

an uneventful event for most citizens

barring few followers of man happy

with his cross and crown of thorns.

III

A carpenter was busy with his tools

driving nails, shaving wood , pruning edges

"He worked with me, the man sans fright

yet scorned and worshiped by mob." he thought.

"If only I meet him alone for once

to know love that spared the deathly foe,

for I seen him smile at crowd's ridicule

unmarred by anger on smiling face."

That night, Christ much younger and stronger

beckoned the carpenter to meet him in woods.

"Is it my illusion or play of my unfruitful desires

my comrade hast called me to where he dwells."

II

Thus, carpenter sailed thro' dreary trees

with moon mute as his companion strange

to the place shielded by innocent and wise

where his master waits alone beyond seven hills.

He had moved past the beasts awakened

crossed villages filled with jeers and laughs

with quest for love burning in his untouched recesses 

of heart that neither bereaved or smiled for world.

After few scores of birth of moon eternal

the carpenter reached the spot in woods serene

only to find a puddle of water clear and pure

that reflected his form- taut and tall.

I

"Master simple and clever, thou hast shown

the nature of this show of smokes and mirrors,

a just reflection of my thoughts in myriad forms

and thus, none can bind in this world forlorn."

" I am the One untouched by ripples

forever I am complete in eternal bliss

for world is my game and senseless play

not me a prey of praise or sword's slay."

Prologue

A cowherd cried to silent nights in forlorn hut

for his blue formed mate that left the town,

"O dear! when shall my eyes quench their thirst

for unbridled love that thy form bestow me upon."

Red Cloth

O here comes a cloth of pure red,

trudging  into world and to be held

by some hand and thrust a reason

for its role in this age-old grand plan.

Will it be symbol of super human

who descends from a forlorn planet,

to defend the people from enemy's gun

yet too meek to show his true potent.

If the soiled hands of toiler holds

the red would turn into wet cloth

withers by sweat from morbid vows,

lost in work forever with no air of mirth.

Would it be a symbol of twisted thinkers

that pledge to sacrifice self for greater good

and convert men into mere statistics

obviating freedom of one's thought and deed.

O cloth of serene sun! fly father away

where children laugh with innocence and joy

while men toil in present and not for unseen future

there you flutter like a dove dancing to its own tune.

O red cloth! exist as you will to

with fervor and unbridled gusto,

 a unmatched symbol of man that stands alone

on his own mountain far from worldly care.