The Semal and The Storks
Each year come the Ides of March The Red Silk Cotton starts to bloom ‘Tis then that the waiting starts For the winged guests to arrive Somehow this cycle of nature Hast created for me a sense of normal Indicators that all’s well in the world The flocking birds and the blooming Semal This year too there was the anxious wait I wondered if, for the tree had bloomed late Woke up this morning and the cynic had died The flocking birds brought my hope alive
बादल
गुमनाम बिन पहचान फिरते रहते हैं ये कैसे अनदेखे अनसुने से घिर आते हैं ये उबाले समंदर के नहीं बनते है ये बिन मौसम तो कम ही दिखतें हैं ये मुरीदों की सौ सौ गुहार सुन कभी चंद बूँदें तो कभी बौछार बरसा जातें हैं ये ये बादल कभी सफ़ेद नर्म रुई से तो कभी काले धुऐं की तरह छा जातें हैं जाने कितनी उमीदों का बोझ ले कर चलते हैं ये अब के सावन उम्मीद लिए एक बादल मेरा भी होगा सूरज की रोशन गर्मी को मध्धम करने का बल मुझ में भी होगा कभी तेज़ चलने तो कभी रुख पलटने का दौर मेरा भी होगा जम के बरसेंगे बादल जो अब तक नहीं थे गरजे आसमान पे छाने का मज़ा कुछ और ही होगा वक़्त के अम्बर पे एक हमसफ़र मेरा भी होगा अब के सावन उम्मीद लिए एक बादल मेरा भी होगा
An Imperfect World
Someone once pointed out There are no straight lines in nature No perfect circles without doubt Why in life then do we seek A straight path leading to the peak A shower made of perfect spherical drops Guarantees not a bountiful crop When rivers flow they bend and wind Don't they know The shortest route between two points is a straight line We only think of stemming the flow Tis us who builds dams and dykes Seeking logic and reason we pretend That we were here by design not accident This human urge to achieve perfection Is what causes grief and gives us strife Pray someone tell me is it really worth the sacrifice As utopian as it may sound If this race to be the best didn’t exist If good were really good enough If greys were accepted not just black and white Would it not be a simpler world An imperfect one but rather nice
The Tempest
I wake up to a beautiful dawn The birds are chirping signaling morn The wispy clouds floating in the sky Give no clues of the night that went by Innocuously they had gathered Getting darker by the day The quiet before passed unnoticed Before long it started to pour The winds roared and howled all night As the clouds spat venom with all their might Trees uprooted the rivers broke bank Entire settlements without trace they sank Oh! What a tumult it caused The destruction that it left in its wake The tempest has now blown over It's time to pick up the pieces And salvage what you can Rebuild things make them better This time stronger than when we began Got to keep moving forward Ups and downs are all part of the big plan The choice is ours and so is the lesson to learn We can keep looking at the strewn leaves Or decide on which leaf to turn
Moonlit Heart
The Moon hung low last night The gentle blowing breeze The melodic sound of bristling leaves Pushed a poets heart was under a spotlight Melancholic as the setting was My moonlit heart strummed a forgotten yet familiar tune Vivid memories filled the spaces in between Of a love long lost never to be seen The moon with its blemishes and all Stood testament That nothing in this world is perfect at all For in love you are destined The higher you soar the harder you fall Love sent a message through the receeding moon though It won't be long before I go around and am back again I'll fade out of your sight Sure enough I'll be back full and bright Strange is the power love yields Can cast as a spell of magic Or drive you to the depths of misery Inexplicable, inescapble as it is The low hanging moon had thrown a curve ball Reminding me of a time gone by And telling me Its better to have loved and lost Than to have never loved at all