The Search

Since the creation of man by God, The Lord, humanity has raced endless tracks and many a path it has trod.

Being gifted with powers a match to none, he left behind all creatures in his unparalleled run.

Clothed in wilderness and innocence of Creation, he raised from its laps abjuring primitivity and headed for even stars and what is not in Heaven !

Hallowed was his birth in the womb of Nature..that in the course of race grew fainter and fainter

Now, the track seems to dive deep down at the bottom as if Hell has replaced Heaven where darkness reigns fanthoms

But, wait, someone stands there who has not lost his halo

He is paving way for humanity, he is guiding every fellow

I wish that luminous flame could reside within all, that not only brilliantly shines but also kindles a spark in all and my soul !

It is not the momentary glow of a worm that makes men blind and falter

One can find in it the steadiness and calmness of the candle that burns at the altar

It burns itself to give light to others, still it loses nothing of its own

But, doing so, it only grows more lustrous !

He is the masterpiece of the Supreme Architect, he is most like the human, God must have ever desired to create

In this race of humanity, I was on the track of searching the counterpart of darkness

And the wishful search ends with the discovery of 'The Divine Spark'.

Blessed with an errand...The Peregrination

Drowned amongst petals with softness unfelt.A current of unbodied contentment diffusing and oozing. Paragon !
The gift of sleep being re-wrapped with care.To taste the sweetness of a jovial day that confronts.
The crystal clear dew locked with happiness serene.The physical counterpart of my soul being bathed by its life imparting drops.Sweeter than honey, more sacred than the Holy Waters.
My soul as pure as the whiteness of the day.The golden light irradiating me with all seven colours.
The stream of air rejuvenating the life in me.
Resolving and adoring my freely flowing hair.
Nature through with all its ceremonies.
Me,ready to sweeten the world with the drops still trickling that would quench the thirst of innumerabl hearts.To sprinkle joys amidst the odds.To paint the darks of the world with whiteness unseen where everyhting is placid and clear like eternity.
A wish to wipe off all greys with colours bright and beautiful.Inviting every being to get drowned in them.
The day passes by and takes a leave.The tranquility of the evening kissing it a bid.The horizons expanding with alluring redness.Ready to embrace the chant of night that slowly sweeps in for a Divine Reunion.It once again cushions me to cuddle and caress me.To wipe off the heaviness of the day.To narrate stories untold.The glow worms redim my suburbs.The stars wink at me for a magnificent journey ahead.Me again ready to sail above the clouds in a chariot of Pegasus to explore the worlds of perfection and fetch them to my people when the Creator blesses me....
With yet another day,
With yet another night !

Simple souls that impart life

I owe my life to my parents.I am grateful to them from the deepest of my heart for what they have made me.I wish that even the faintest region of my shadow be painted with the beautiful and divine colours of their greatness.

Let their blessings, principles and teachings be the ladder through which I can rise above clouds, the life jacket with which I can leave behind the stormy waters, the umbrella to protect me from Sun and the rains, the shield to confront even the toughest challenges of life.

They are the chords of my heart which enable it to beat and hum saying..................

Holy creatures dropped from Heaven

Bestowed with all goodness,but, no malicious burden

They only know how to love and pamper

Even their slightest chide is mingled with utmost care

They would make every possible sacrifice in the world without uttering even a single word

They would starve themselves to make their child live, laugh and prosper well

But, even the slightest remorse and expectation in them won't dwell

Their touch of care is like a free floating feather

The cliff of their shield, even, the strongest turbulence can't weather

They act as propellers throughout our life

They can shred their last drop of blood to paint us alive

Selfless beings that defend us from life's every whirl

They are the oysters that impart us the shine of a pearl

Even if you dislodge their heart and falter on your way,

The heart would sympathetically ask you, 'Are you okay ?'

Earthly beings or Gods, I still don't know what to call them

I think the Creator shaped them because in words, even He couldn't define them !

An old pal !

Truly named and rightly called, he is the 'Son of Christ'.The purest soul I've ever met and who cant even breathe the whiff of sin. His heart is of gold if that's the best comparison.He would silently walk in the footprints made by him as a play-mate.My old pal, Christy, carpetted my life with warmth and hopes in High School.His playful ways and humble nature can remind anyone of the childhood primitivity making him greedy, craving to abjure all ways towards materialism.I dedicate the following to him with utmost adoration...................

What should I do to depict you.

Calling you earthly would ill define you

A creature divine, sent by Lord, The God,

To add a pinch of happiness in this world full of odds-

An embodiment of virtues, compassion and affection

Pudged of grossness as if an incarnation

He sooths many hearts, relaxes many lips

He spreads radiations in the place he visits

The radiations glowed my life on the cherishable day I met him

They brightened it further since the day I understood him

In the early days, I thought him to be great

But, as time followed, he grew reverent and affectionate

He is as innocent and tender as a half-opened bud

But, at times, more caring than a mom to her pup

Anger and malice do not dare to touch him

Good things and feelings can't afford to keep away from him

He is a person, not only I, everyone likes and loves

He is more cute and adorable than a pair of doves

He gifted me with friendship when I had lost faith in it

He redefined the word when all others had fouled it

He is the brightest jewel in my crown, I would always like to possess

To be lucky enough to get him, I always do profess

He knows not how to hurt even the plume of a bird

But, once or more, I hurt him and thought I must have lost him

I thought him to be carried away by others

And so grew envious and suspicious

Then, he was the one to open my eye, He taught me to be patient and to rely

So, here, let me make the heartiest confession

My ways were out of sense of possession

The fear of my jewel being stolen..

The threat of my friendship being broken

Since men want their passion to be reciprocated

I desire my friend to always be bonded

And if at all, my friendship be true

Even if things go out of way, I have the firm belief I say

Time and distance may keep us apart, but, he will always remain in my heart

For, in my life, he's similar to none

I pray for his success and happiness to come.

Budding............

Sparkling shine in eyes

Soft innocent smile on face

The gentle feathery sense of touch

The ignorance of the worldly hues ----

A stage of least botherance

A stage of self satisfaction

Happy in one's own little world

Lost in one's own whim and fantasy,

The reflections of the past

Were still in my heart..

Unaware of nature's laws

I was glad to be a child !

But, lo and behold !

The reflections are gone

Only shadows left behind

Nature has enforced its laws

And acted upon me.....

New are my ways

Newer my thoughts

Strange are my likings

Never witnessed before.

My heart is winged

My mind now fleets

It takes flights of ambitions

On the wings of poessy !

The desire to rise above all

The willingness to stand apart

Whenever I step around

May spectators skip a beat of heart.

Growing love for colours

Choosy in moods and flavours

Imagination running wild

Yearning to be God's favourite child :)

A wish to do my best

To add a pinch of happiness

In this world full of odds

To spray a tint of love

To bloom a garden of roses !

May the Almighty shower blessings

May the womb that yielded me

Impart me such strength

That I leave behind marks

Even after I've tread the beach of life.

These unfamiliar desires

These passionate cravings

Compel me to ponder

Is this the season of budding.................!!!

CHILDHOOD IMAGES

The feathery white sheet that covers mountain peaks is only lifeless 'ice' when created by God.
It is the warmth of the Sun that melts it into water and means life to all creations...
 
It is the pull of gravity that imparts it motion and makes it flow...
 
It is the contour of the landscape that decides the direction of its flow !!
 
Likewise, it is God who creates us, they are our parents who bring us to this world, and they are our teachers who show us the way of life and teach us how to regulate our pace when leading it.My English teacher in the final years of school...Mrs.Parul Castle...is a name that is not only a word but a miracle that incorporates the 'warmth' of the Sun, the 'attraction' of the gravity and the 'features' of the landscape for me.

Our coming across each other was no less than a blessing for me.She has a seat in the heart of my hearts which can only be a divine wish. People might not witness her around me but I can still feel her presence.
Having been known to her only since a few years, to me, she is no less than a friend since ages.
I cannot justify the depth and intimacy of our association, still, a thought about her flashes across my mind transforming me into 'Alice In Wonderland' :)
The brightness of her sight even when she is not near me, the softness of her unspoken words, the gentleness of her touch without any physical contact and the communication with her heart without any network makes her my 'Lady Personified'.
Such inevitable and unparalleled fantasy and protection she offers, compels me to give her the status of God's most powerful manifestation - Mother.
The word self-encompasses everyhting in Creation or even that beyond its limit.
But, I do not have words that would encompass my feelings.
What she is to me, is unmentionable - something which only I and my God knows - or may be not even I !