An Odyssey

I once got on a train in India.
Getting on seemed like such a trivia,
But once I was about to embark,
A power so potent came my way
And rammed me away.
By God’s grace or sheer luck,
I know not.
But a grip and footing, I managed to claim.

But alas! What of my claims?
My belongings, claim my hand,
They nearly did.
Awhile it was before I felt my limb.
But I came to know…
The adventure’s just begun.
I entered the empire of grunts and foot.
All on a quest to plant their root.
Though a few blotches I got on my way,
The crowd there was, was surely very gay.
Friends I made in the process.
And finally found a spot in the recess.
Once roots were firmly planted,
The journey thus began.

Indians true to their nature,
Ever hospitable and jovial,
Conversations thus began.
History spoken, mystery revealed and laughter exchanged.
But the ever present enigma and suspiciousness
Looming at large overhead.
Food offered and denied,
Pickpockets renowned,
And a hundred such concerns.
Food so delicious and beneficial I had,
Which paved my pathway
To the grand hospital so well talked of.
A memorable experience
That sure was!
The rustle of bags and papers,
Tickets shown and verified,
The formidable TTE thus walked off.

The night closing in.
Some off to the toilets, to nurture
The nature.
While others settle on their bunks or seats.
I look out the window,
Aaah! So peaceful and serene.
Nature at its best as we pass
An open green mass.
The sweet smell of the grass,
And the night air so typical here.
The iron tinted air,
Blown to your faces through the grills.
A sensation that sure is!
So at peace you are.
Awaiting the mysteries there are.
A smile on your face,
A tug at your heart,
The cool wind on your body and soul.
I lie down on my bunk.
Eyes closed, bags held tight.
A slumber greets me.
When awake again,
Now, that’s another adventure.

An Enigma

A quiet night,
Gurgling of a brook beyond.
A star filled night,
Sending light from beyond.
Reminding us of ancestors past.
Reminding us of glorious past.
A light so strong and potent.
An everlasting beam,
From the past it commences.

In the time when everything's forgotten.
When history needs reminding.
When self is proclaimed first.
A jolt, nay, a glimpse of the past is wanted.
To remind us of the journey
We traversed.
To remind us of the mountains
We climbed.
To remind us of the disaster
Of destruction.
To remind us of the pain
Of the gory.

A brilliant light.
Literally sent from heaven,
For us to see and introspect on.
A second chance,
By the universe offered.
Showing whilst so,
It conspires to do good.
Its unified in all aspects.
A great big web interconnected.
And to humanity too sheds a thread.

I watch from my window,
With the melodious brook
In the backdrop.
A pleasant peaceful night,
With thousands of diamonds,
Lacing the sky.
And an orb of light amidst it.
A net of secrets and mystery,
A string of history,
For those curious to pursue.
A treat for the eye,
And a vessel of knowledge.

A slight breeze reaches me,
A rustling of leaves.
Clouds weaving through and
Shrouding the mystery.
I wrap my blanket,
A bit more tightly.
A deep sigh and a last look.
With a smile I parted,
The enigma ever present.
In rest I closed my eyes.
When open again,
A new day it shall behold.
Now, how to persue, how do you think?

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....