An Immortal Being

As gentle as the wind it blows.
As soft as silk is it's caress.
Like a bright sun it glows.
So nonchalant in its progress.
Such is it's prowess.

Time in its eternal glory,
Consumes man's fury.
Taking in stride,
All that comes,
It's up for a ride,
That sure becomes.

Time is immortal,
Yet so mortal.
At times it feels
As if it reels,
As if it drags.
So temperamental in it's plight,
Is this immortal being.

Through our joy and pain,
Through our loss and gain,
An unyielding companion it is.
A silent spectator,
Smiling a mischievous smile.
For it knows of the joy and gain,
That is yet to come.

For time is the dictator,
And he knows,
All that begins,
Has an end.
And as we go into the abyss
Whence we came,
It too shall follow us.
For our time,
Shall perish with us.

Such is the mortality of the immortal time.

Transcendence

We feel sad,
We feel happy.
What are these emotions,
But a temporary flight of
Feelings?
To let one be guided by emotions,
Is a folly so atrocious,
That one may fall prey
To this world's foul play.

To forsake the bait,
When forsaking ain't easy.
To rise to the gait,
When rising ain't easy.
Is all but the glory of man.

A Messenger

A tear so bright,
It's shining.
A salty mist of
Joy and sorrow.
From the depths of
The heart it emerges.
Down the cheek,
Roll it does.
Leaving a trail of
Story in its wake.

Sometimes it comes,
But a mere drop.
But alas! At times
Pour it does,
Like an untamed river.
Confusing for some it maybe.
But more expressive than words for a few
It shall be.
The weight so potent,
Bear some can't.
But to bear,
It has to be done.

More honest than words or gestures
It is.
More truth it shall speak.
For the flow of the tears,
Like the fall of the rain,
Can have no human hand
To quell or to quench.
Flow it shall,
Till it apeases itself.
In joy or in sorrow,
Now that human hand
May have a play in.
Play well, for all that goes around
Does come around.

Emotions start at the depth
Of our heart.
At the extreme it converges,
And a drop of tear
Comes out of our soul,
A messenger, a silent voice.
It says it all.

Perceptual Beauty

A beauty so serene,
Is the rainy day eve.
The gentle sway of all standing,
The light flutter in the breeze.
The watersoaked bird spreading
It's great wings,
To shelter it now shrinks.
The water droplets magnifying,
The magnificent lines and ceases,
Of the fine flowers and leaves.
Oh! What a sight!

Plop! Plop!
Comes the sound of the raindrops.
A frog takes a leap.
And I, shivering in the gentle cold,
But an upward curve on my lips,
The gentle breeze upon my hair,
Kissing with cold lips,
Upon my face and soul.
The gentle call of mother nature on My ear,
Put my cold pleasant foot,
Towards the rain soaked earth,
Welcoming it's beauty... Peace...
Serenity...
Calling towards me, the warmth of heart
It provides.
A surreal beauty,
A mother nature's grace.

Lost Paradise

The invisible hands of Time,
Pretending to know nothing
You are flowing?
Is it fate?
Or is it God's wish?
What should I believe?
The suffering hidden in my soul,
In my lost paradise
I always remember.
Just to see you once,
To hear you once,
I always crave.
Believing the saying that soul has no death,
Let me console myself.
Still in my memory,
Like a burning light in my life,
You'll remain an inspiration
Forever.
Your memories will remain
Like a lost spring in me..
Till I reach you....

Perseverance

There comes the light,
A mere speck, growing.
The spot seems so tight
And yet, still enlarging.
In magnanimity it grows,
Consuming the darkness.

You see persistence and hope,
Will let you cope,
With all the darkness of life.
For if you are true in your plight,
And right by your life,
There's no obstacle so light
For you to lift and put aside.

The life you have got,
Is not to be bought,
By mere trifles offered by the naught.
In righteousness you may live,
And righteousness you shall greet
For such is the path of life.

The sorrows met by you,
And the morrows spent by you,
Are all to be accepted in
Harmony.
For good and bad are the two sides of
A coin, which is called life.

The losses you suffered,
The happiness greatly cherished.
The loved ones you lost,
The loved ones you got .
The tears shed,
Laughters spread.
We take all as it comes.
But the few who has courage,
The brave ones
Who perseveres, 
Shall be met with
What he craves.

Unequalled Love

In darkness I rise
A strange dark path
I am led on.
A journey of faith and trust.
Into the light I emerge,
The first touch, the first sound
Oh! So strange..!
I hear a wail,
See a smile of delight.
The wail I realise comes from me,
The terror soothed by the
Gentle eye and promising smile.
I looked deep into those eyes.
Those clear orbs of love and trust.
Those joyful eyes,
With tears it filled.
A hug, a kiss,
So delightful and safe.
I looked at her again,
Whom later I would call
' Mother ' .
That body of trust, love and selflessness.
That careworn face,
Eyes of adoration, a beacon of hope
In despair.
For me to protect and cherish ,
Love and adore
Until I or she goes
Again into darkness where
It all began.
My first love.
My mother.