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A lonely bird was i in the world to witness fete Seldom danced and seldom slept in the dark woods; Went to all the floors and walked in all it's realms Was i now in old roofs still keeping will in sane; The angel my sole waitress ringed my door Now in still urgency i dare to reveal myself; The daring flowers in my huts of fame Showered until it lost it's scents; The weary trees drowned my fence In all it's glamour did i ever frown; What caused the birds to squeech with time Did i ever lost my path through the woods deepest; In all songs of nature's change To retreat from all of life's past chain, With the woods showing the darkened path Still i roam and still i take everydays rest , On the stones with mild fresh dews In the opera that i still dream to be; The real life went and went in all concerts That i a sole player did in all turns of life; As every dawn and dusk stays quite some time And every minute in nature's lap did i ever rest;

The evening sun had shone it's rays Over the green ground it was; It was under the impulse of the sun Did'nt the leaves lived with many; Did man anytime miss his with griefs Under the knell of timely sadness; Still under the sound of bells Did'nt we raise to pray to God; The symmetry of nature it was With repetetive growths of life; Still under warmth of love Did'nt we really head to life; We too imagine heaven and hell Have'nt yet any been to it's real; With so much of civilized courts Did'nt we really lead to heal ; With what the sky beholds us to Under the gloom of the mind; Do we still live with dream and life still under imagination of luck; The ground it was under the grip Of plants that shake with earthly mass; We are in the roots of life Still we shake in pride with sense;

The world so vast and the horizon so deep with nature's imagery pulled me in sane to face the heights and the limits guiding one to face the blue sky. What comes to one's sight is the beautiful rays from the sun, far from the nomad's knowledge and the fence of beautiful flowers which reduces as it proceeds towards the far off mounts. Life takes one to the destination as the destiny of nature tends to purity. Still are to keep more steps taking one to the air of freshness and that there are more horizons to scale in this vast landscape. Past left as traces of footsteps behind to the ambition of man to step farther and memories that keep you high in the wind. The stories of grandmas left behind the fences of her life and her dreams and the wealth burried with our hearts still instilled hopes and made dreams to live. This far off reality in the vicinity of ours with more of ages to cross , the present revolving with fuming life and yet to merry oneself with oncoming se...

The day started as usual with my work. The pain of the day dwelled in my senses. Need to complete the day’s chores within the time. But some time was left for a tea break and I began to crunch a piece of biscuit and had hot tea with my friend. There was something void in my mind since then. A vacuum in my heart for want of some care and love. It was during those times that I used to pen with my thoughts. There was a short cat that distracted my mind when I stopped to think and realized my folly. The thought took me to great heights of lengthy descriptions about my people who surrounded me. They were alike me in all aspects whether they were rich or poor. They were of my educational background and status and equal to my talents involving my work. But something that differentiated them from me. I stopped to think about it when I began to observe them. I was secluding me from others since I hold an independent thought. I don’t used to mingle with them like they do. They used to sit tog...

Days passed. Weeks passed. Months rolled. It was almost a year. I was thinking about it every minute. Will I be able to meet him again? My memories took me back before many years. It was raining heavily outside my home. All the streets were deeply struck with a darkness screen. Not even a roar was heard apart from the rainy manifestation. No sounds were heard of shoes or the sound of water under capture of soles under the shoes. I lighted a small candle amidst the sound of darkness. It was the most situations that I keep myself alone. I never used to wander in these situations. It was almost an hour when all the wax died from the candle. It again became dark. I have seen silent hours. I have wasted many days under suspicion of happiness. I have noticed the plants near my home grow up each day with my heart. I have troubled nature by cutting pathway for the shoots to grow up. This minute my mind was with my garden. In this rain I dared to go out. I was fixing my mind. Might be rain wash...

Last hopes which lay Flasing lightening and huge thunders, And marching rain through blackening nights, Sitting on top of shaking chair With hopes of passing time under darkening nightmare; Silent act of lightening candle And sticking to the lonliness at stay And wondering at the luminating shadows Of Past reflections from the echoes of the wild; An old hut with roof of rags Through which rain still leaks; Like life still at will of god Still under silent interruptions of rain did i seek; After the stage of reality will it cease, The pain beared till now with hardened soul, Like rain fully at it's roars And sudden droplets that drenches one's soul; Is it a pardonable act of raining life Which adds sorrows to choose; Will not the shower let stop ? And song of life with light revealed; Drinking water from old mug, After relishing throat and let it go A short sleep after thunder's rest Till the next day had hits it's quest; The memories of the last night Almost forgotten w...

She was murmouring some words ; I could not tell want she meant The first time she spelt my name I was completely lost to her Will she talk with me? It was my despair I could not realize her strength I was new to such a game She compelled me to take her out - To the outer world behind her walls. She was out of her world, when i let her free in the air, she might have flied so far very near to the reach of coconut trees. I felt she might fly more and perhaps she might reach her home On the nests her family lay But i was soon surprised, For she came back to me, Now standing near her home She had bought my lost vision. How she had been tamed to live Then i let her inside the roof of her home Built with iron walls She might breath through the same And view the outer world through the windows Still she spelt my name Almost repeating it twice now Myself, lost admiring her.

For the pleasing looks on his face - The wrinkles still unborn over the days, For what he walks beyond his strength? To race beyond his propellant memories. The day he sits around the corners- Of the rugged streets with his inborn sanity, Still dreaming for other's mighiteousness Always lost to the world, is it not to blame? War and terror,science and histories - Does the real world race with him at loss, Whom to judge,is it a unpardonable act or crime? Of this unquestionable role he takes. Nature throwing man to innumerable rotations - Still under the current of future's predictions, Life still worthy for all humans born now Can you foresee the truth of living? Will i teach him this scene of life - Like what others revolutionize with time, Beyond hopes and beyond my reach Whom to say, is not his life in the brim of breach? Politicians at risk to live for their bread and money - No answer for this mouse caught in life's rigs, Beneath the commons court would we lead Once, r...

For the bright constellation above my reach Destiny or luck were the shooting stars; For the sun or moon too near my sight Present became the admiring brightness; For the other planets on the milkyway around Future often realized in present evolution; For the land under supreme gravity Past burried under the gaps of surity; For the time on the scale of invention Seconds running to race ahead of truth;

It was two years back that I went to that place.It was a small village in the middle of cotton fields.The village when viewed through my bus window, you could see a small land piece surrounded by hills on all sides with a pond in the middle of the land.The main occupation of the village men was agriculture or the village men were relying mostly on cotton production.They have to wait for the exact season in a year when they are required to harvest cotton.At the end of the season the people used to remove the cotton from the plants and to market them to villages at their reach.They were also relying on the village fairs that were conducted every week at far off places and for other facilities they were relying on a town at about 3 miles away.There were no other facilities like good schools or good hospitals for the small children of the village men except the village heads who were quite finantially strong who lead their loved ones to schools and hostels in the town.So life became diffi...

I was walking in the grass. My mind was fixed in the view of two birds in the tree. I saw how the nature coexists in the land giving me some time to think about other beings.I was also bathed in the morning sun dew throughout my path.All the flowers were shining with new dews.A new start for the morning sun at a great distance from me.Slowly the sun light was lit and gave a welcome odour for the land at my stretch.The girls slowly came out of their huts to salute their nature which was so mild and fresh. I could see the whole land getting a new charm with people busy with their work trying to steal a chance to love the time which gave them all.

She lived alone.Right from the day she came out of her people.Her's was not a usual story of any other orphan.It was a climax in her life that she escaped from her nri parents.Both were not ready to bring her up together.As life of any other dejected life would tell.She was just waiting for that day when it took 4 years for the day to come in her mind.That day when she literally cried regarding her fate.Unable to feel the trouble it might cause to her fellow friends she just ran away.Not far beyond her happiness horizons.But within the boundary of life she had planned about in her life. She came to a stop where she always wanted to rest.She wanted to see how things are with ordinary people.She never judged about usual life never before that actually happened in her life.She never had a sister or brother near her that she could learn love.All other sons and daughters of her so called parents lived a life of luxury in their own ways in different countries.She was not a heroin or a pr...

Never look beyond your dreams for your horizon is still available within your reach.

"Green" signifies the wonderful world with the beautiful nature.What one foresees daily throughout their sojourn of the day.Is it not living under the roof of the world ; getting relieved of pain by nature's soil ; is it not viewing that even others live like us throughout the world and cherishing out at the end of the day.Whether one is young or old or one is blind or deaf or one is god or demon but that the life signifies the equivalent proportion of a green enchantment.This nature's beauty is so unexpressable.It is impossible to define nature or life with a single word except the word "green" which meets it's requirement.As beauty lies with the eyes of the beholder, everybody visualize this green aspect in everything they see or foresee.After the long journey there comes the end which sickens us when dreamt of.The silent revolution of nature with man also ends under the green soil . Whereever i see it is green; Whatever i think it is green; Whenever i...

I was walking by foot along the river bank.It was a windy day under the hot sun.I went too near the river to pick up stones to throw them back to the rivers.This was my hobby cultivated right from childhood.To pick up stones and long sticks and to throw them back to the river.I used to be with my friends here at childhood.Every boy or girl with cunning spirits to throw them to the rivers.Iam now standing along the banks of the same river.I was too old to use the same trick even now.But there was some peculiarity with the river.It was ageless and it stood like the same river when i was there with my friends when at childhood.It was too young still, eventhough i have grown older.I went near the water and dripped my feet into the soft finite stretch of the water.I felt the coldness still though it was hot and muds were thrown to my face because of the wind.I thought once whether to run back home.But my mind was fixed over the river dance.I saw the slow movement of the water and the plants...

Over days of sleepless nights - That moves over the vision of next day; Still i sat on sands of courage - To face the fate and to witness the show; It was like sea in complete frustration - Waves flashing across the dormant rocks; Still silent the waters are - Moving in ripples across the lands boundaries; I saw the courage of the waters still - Making it safe and beautiful for man; Iam i born in this land - Still dreaming more of lucks; When i raise to face the fete all by myself - Then i live like waters still and more.

When i heard her cry for the first time - With twinkling eyes she revealed her secret; Everyday passed by with her by my side - With all hopes taken with to witness the fete; Now she lay with both my hands - Still under current of her mother's womb; I kept her inside the soft cushions - Now allowing the air for her to breath; She winked her eyes with a marvellous smile - For me to rejoice at all might; She lay there with more rejoice - Asking me to care more for her; There she lay today - The day that i would remember throughout life; There she would live more of my care - When i saw her for the first time when she cried;

It was when it rained so hard - Myself almost taken aback so far; Waiting for her in the rags of life - Till i met her and said goodbye; Myself in long rush of the queue - Nowadays a queue for almost everything; Now paining at heart for want of care - Not an age that could wish for well; Still young at heart did i lay - For she should have forgotten all so far ; Did she ever smile at my heart - So far that life carried both along with; Still crimson roses new with freshness - As my heart still lay knelling "Will i be able to meet her again"...... Now in sands i lay to breath out last.

For replying to the sickness of the day- That takes you along throughout it's way; I ran from home along the paths of muds- Of beach that carries you to waters of the world; For my feet still under scorching heat- Of the muds of sea that carried many tales; I wondered at the waters of the sea still at rage- Still waves flashing in and out of boats that carried many men; For there came across the violent lightening- When i wondered at the nature's roars; I wondered at the mirror of life- It revealed still it could heal my pain; For the pain that i carried through life- And for the hard toil of the day that carried me. I saw the sky above my head - All through that my eyes could take with; For the evening at full peak- and me to rest untill dawn; I under the roof of my land- and the sky which still beholds me.

There was a long tree near my house which was so long that it could hurt birds which could pass by it's branches and the flowers of the tree was so beautiful better than any other flowers that i have seen in my life and i used to water the tree daily evening when i return from my chores and used to flower my garden too in which my tree lay which was more than a century old given by my grandfathers to his and thus it became our family tree of five members rather a big family with 3 children and a pet dog which lay in the corner of the garden inside a small dog house which prevents my pet from the raising climate and from other dogs and other cats. One day it happened that there was a thief in the locality and he has hidden in one of the houses while the police were in search of the burglar whom all the families in the neighbourhood feared for he might carry a knife and might walk away with all treasures that he picks from the locality which became very calm and no one went out of th...

One day i was struck with a question in my mind. Do humans dream or they realize dreams. There came across my mind different views about the same. I thought many of us usually live in real dreams.They dream through the whole day or night and reach their goals. Dream is itself a scene of undefinable objects with you viewing you as a participant.You live your life and too realize your dreams coming true.I too thought about the gift of God who has given this monotonous objective realization of dreams and makes our life.What a wonerful creation that god destined on us to live and realize our dreams.It usually happens in our childhood when our parents buy us whatever we want.When we are really happy. There comes our next step to make our parents wishes to be realized when we realize our parent's life.Then we make our life to be fullfilled for us when we think somethink for us. Then we live for our children.Then we live for the World.It happens with or without everybodies notice.We have ...

Days passed. Weeks passed. Months rolled. It was almost a year. I was thinking about it every minute. Will I be able to meet him? My memories took me back before many years. It was raining heavily outside my home. All the streets were deeply struck with a darkness screen. Not even a roar was heard apart from the rainy manifestation. No sounds were heard of shoes or the sound of water under capture of soles under the shoes. I lighted a small candle amidst the sound of darkness. It was the most situations that I keep myself alone. I never used to wander in these situations. It was almost an hour when all the wax died from the candle. It again became dark. I have seen silent hours. I have wasted many days under suspicion of happiness. I have noticed the plants near my home grow up each day with my heart. I have troubled nature by cutting pathway for the shoots to grow up. This minute my mind was with my garden. In this rain I dared to go out. I was fixing my mind. Might be rain washed awa...