Touching the nature

The idea of myself , being lonley , alone and ruminating on the banks of an unknown rivulet overpowers me. Sitting on such a bank , with my legs dipped over the surface of the flowing stream brings me close to mother nature.

Nature has been a source of perrinial inspiration over the ages for men and women. People weary of their lives , burned down by the chill of heart breaks , come over for a tryst with nature. The foliage,flora,fauna that makes the biosphere of the nature is opulent with life giving ambrosia.This incessant flow of ambrosia succours the perched soul of the timeless traveller in the path of life.

I am sitting idlly on such a bank ozzing with the life juice , my feet touching the stream, the smell of the grass and flowers envelops me , the setting Sun with the fading light peeping through the deep forest covers conjures up a secret rendezvous with myself and nature.

All my sorrow, tribulation and angst inflicted by this material world finds solace here . The benign touch of mother nature balms over my soul . I feel light. the gurgling brooks , are my books. The wild Doe is my friend. The cold breeze flowing over me kisses my body with utmost love.

This is a glimpse of the vast magnanimity of nature. I come close , talk to the birds , resonate to their tune and become joyful.

Analytics of Emotion

when Life's wind
drifted us close
we discovered a
new island

The waves of sea
with rising foams
transformed us both

But life sometimes
with waste land of thorns
poses questions
with throb
in our heart

But emotion rules
the roost
the queen with the crystal
crown gazes and sheds tears
for the estranged lover !!!!!

Outside the tinsel town

I wish to show you the fluttering of the butterfly
the water lily floating on the lake outside
the dales meandering through the valley
come with me , I will take you by my side
The fragrence of the spring flower
may sweep you with wonder
the golden dusk with soft rays
may call you with open arms to reach yonder !!!
Nightingles sing amidst the weave of sunshade
calm , cool winds blow over thee wealthiness
purging sin and hatred
to contemplate with thy happiness

The Road ahead

In the dark night
with stars hanging in the cold
I wish You could have been
beside me !!!!
In the route obscure and lonley
haunted by ill angels
I wish you could have been
beside me !!!!
By the lake that lie outspread
with lilies spread thin
i wish you could have beeen
beside me !!!!
By the grey woods- by the swamp
where the road takes us to the land unknown
I wish you could have been
beside me !!!!!
by the dales and the moors
where slush sips in through
I wish you could have been
beside me !!!
The road ahead is lonley uncertain and grim
and chasms , caves and woods all along
the sad waters , dull and chilly
I wish you could have been beside me ...

River

standing on the shore of the river
the questions dawn upon me
trying to find my identitiy
who am I ?
Where do I come from ?
in quest of my entity
with waves seeming still
The questions find answers
in the serenity of the setting sun
realisation dawns
harmony and tranquility encompass
the ONENESS resonates
The sonata plays on
with eloquence
the unison gets to the cresendo
all playing as ONE
in the shore of time !!!!

Morning Sun

rays of morning sun
breaks free through the shadowy mist
the little twigs and flowers swirl
wind blows past all these
the birds gentle call
received no reply
my heart moans
but the sun kindles my soul
the fine wind touches me
caresses me , hugs me
the morning is reaveled
no sorrow no pain no suffering
lingers within me

Drops of Rain

The indolent moments of my childhood days , brings forth moments in time,space and horizon in my minds eye. The dullness of the very moment,is very romanticizing !!!!
The Summer vacation afternoons used to be the most poignant solitary moments in my life. I never realized it then , but I cherish those anonymous moments now.
In India the Summer is often punctuated with unprecedented spells of lushing rainfall. It used to be these rainy spells that aroused the 'joy of living' in me.
The first drops of rain over the perched earth , with water seeping inside the fissures , the slushy fragrance emanating from them evokes a wonderful reminiscence. The sky over cast with Grey clouds , pregnant with heavy water , the gushing blows of stormy winds used to flutter my thoughts. My mind traveled unto the unknown territory with utter bewilderment. My earthly existence lost significance , I was journeying into the flights of imagination over the joyride of the Grey clouds.
The rainy days evokes some poetic feelings in every soul. So each one of my gentry might have scribbled some doggerel penning their thoughts on this subject. The Indian peacock struts , when the cloud roars. The droplet hangs on the tip of the twig , hoping to get immersed in the clear flowing stream beneath. The full cycle completes for the particles of rain. Up above the cloud , they are born to meet their final destination. The cycle of birth and death finds resonance in this allusion.The Human life is yearning for the ultimate sojourn into the divine. So do the water droplets longing to disappear into the seas finds an exit way into their journey towards the sea.

I had never read old literary marvels of our country . But I am aware of the mention of rain as a romantic messenger for the estranged lovers across lands. The dark clouds carry the message of loneliness and yearning across the lovers set apart by distance and time.
Their pine is resounded in the roar of the clouds !!!
The heavy downpour continues unabated , making the lives of the have-nots in our society more painful . They lose their homes and means of livelihood. The haves marvel at the beauty of nature and compose serenades for their beloved. But the world on the other end is grim . They suffer from indignation and want of basic amenities of life. They are vulnerable to the water borne diseases , thunder storms, homelessness , joblessness and even electrocution.
But remaining a foot soldier for furthering the cause of aesthetics , I can vouch that rainfall amid the perched earth brings boundless joy in the lives of millions. The rainy season is synonymous with prosperity of a nation.
After the rain has fallen the tumult in our soul subsides. The weary traveler in the path of life finds some solace in the succor provided by mother nature.
So I am indebted to those dull inactive afternoons of my summer vacation , which lended this beautiful subject unto me. Hail the indolent afternoons of my summer days in School !!!