Painting

A palette of red, blue and green,
mysterious portions gives birth to hues unseen
Blessed is the canvas, gets smeared with so many colors,
an elixir of life !

Stroke by stroke, through sweat and toil
what belongs to the surreal world
enters our homeland, through intense labor
from a pair of gifted hands

Like sugar to the ambrosial potion,
nature's beauty treated by an artist's mind
endows joy to the beholder's eye
in the form of a painting - a humble tribute to the provenance of beauty

Routine

From sunset to the oceans' swell,
they rise and we know it well
It happened, and happened again;
is this how we learnt it all

Beauty Contest

O Thee, why aren't those white clouds drifting,
instead dangling over your shoulders.
Blue waters beneath, sky grey above,
is this by design?

Ah, that dilapidated stairway,
from the fine sand to the land,
augment the ambience than anything else.
Is there a greater motive?

Why are you, O Mountain, daubed in green,
Who chose that color for thy gigantic bulge,
Is that haze near the peak,
a ruse of yours or those white billow's?

As my eyes devour thy beauty, my body shivers in joy.
Bedecked like a cosmic bride,
Are you running for a beauty contest?
You may win all the pelf of human kind

Rise O Sun

Rise O Sun ! I await you on the shore of sea
Ye shalt not give thy light, just to see creation of thy mercy,
Ye shalt not rise to remind the call of duty,
Ye shalt rise to the joy of birds and wild flowers; eternal beauty

Fall O Night! Let the stars peep out in cloudy haze
Ye shalt let them shine, for my delightful gaze
Ye shalt not fall, to hark dogs' howl, remind men to rest
Ye shalt fall to wake my chimerical zest.

Fly O Bird ! Not to forage for thy nestlings
Ye shalt fly to please thy wings
Ye shalt fly to reach heights of ecstasy
Ye shall fly, not as a policy.

Rise O Spirit ! Lead my self to thee,
from this hell of queer apathy
unto thy garden of compassion for brethren;
a culmination of everything earthen.

My Shadow

You appear so near, yet so far
No one can hold you dear;
Through all my life, you've been
Whenever I have seen

You grow and shrink, as I blink;
the rate by which the sun does sink
Still you are there right at your place,
even if I flash a ray of light, over my face.

Your dark tone typifies my sinister soul,
But you don't take any colour, despite my howl !
I'm bored to see you in the same dark tint,
a shade that often makes me, with fear, wilt

You walk along, wherever I choose
neither do you whine nor do you screech.
Why are you with me ? I know not a need
for you, to do any of my deed.

Dream?

It was an iridescent dream, I chose to pursue-
a golden chariot galloping towards the sky,
rising above the present reality, to enjoy the power of elevation;
a pursuit of that I could either fathom or neglect.

So attractive was the gleam,
that I hastened to leave my own ground
Not with a jot of empathy for those
I always held so near in my life.

Sun, surely shines, but it also burns,
a fact that just missed my mind.
What's a lesson that's only in text
and ain' t in the lab of life.

Every sunrise, I rise to this reality
with a solemn prayer - Every consequence
is a manifest of my conscious choice,
to pursue that which I fail to fathom or neglect.

Treaty with a friend

O friend! My friend! you've been the pillar
of strength that withstood the quakes of my life's vicissitude;
you've been the much needed light
that illuminated my mind in times of darkness.

O Friend! My friend! When I asked,
'How shall I repay the debt I've thus incurred?';
You sought rectitude as the currency,
which I, ever readily, concurred.

O friend! My friend! whom shall i blame
if your modesty camouflages my tribute
as a travesty of our agreement.
for I alone know the truth, the real truth!

O friend! My friend! I now seek to pay the penalty, yet again
on your own terms, without the slightest penitence,
for I alone know the truth, the real truth!
But I confess unto you that I've dropped the weight of prim
to embrace the warmth of your intimacy.