Nature of Life

The elixir of water is life.
Life swims, lands and takes off from it.
The strength of the wind is life.
Life soars, floats and flies off with it.
The sacred fire is life.
Life dries, burns and takes birth from the ashes.
The rays of the Sun is life.
Life sprouts, energizes and warms with it.
The song of rain is life.
Life gets its sails wet and drinks every moment of it.
Nature as always rations the elements to each of us laced with love.
Be it water, wind, fire, the sun or the rain, all play their parts to perfection in the nature of life.

The gardener

It is a hot summer day and the plants are waiting for you to water them. Duty-bound as you are, you have already got up, and are pulling the lines of rubber pipes that would carry life giving water to each of those trees and shrubs that you had lovingly planted.

The strip of land that you had bought long back brings back memories of your youth. You had never known then that at one point of time you would come back to this very strip and grow plants in abundance, so much so, that the sun would need to take an appointment if he wanted to grace you with his sunshine. You wander among the bushes to do the final round of checks to see that these pipes have not got entangled and are laid properly and would not damage the fledgling bushes that you had taken so much care to bring up in the last few weeks.

All looks proper as you survey the long network of pipes neatly laid out that would now start transporting the water as it gushed through them. You take the shovel in your hand to make the finishing touches for plants around their roots so that they could have more water as it would come in turns towards them.

The wind is gently blowing carrying it with shades of warm and cool air, as it sifts through the dense network of branches and leaves. There are some sparrows on the ground chit chatting and waiting for you to turn on the motor so they could enjoy frolicking in the water that would present itself at any moment from now before them.

A squirrel jumps just in time, as you make your way toward the shed that lodges the motor pump that would draw the water from the pond. In the olden days, you had to be alert as there were no pipes and then canals made out of the sand would do their job in assisting you with the gardening process. You had to be on the look out lest any of those sand canals would give away before your very eyes.

You switch on the motor, amble across to the bushes till someone who watches you loses sight of you. You take the end of the rubber hose and start watering the plants, the roots, the branches and the leaves and sometimes playfully at the sparrows who all love you for what you are…

The lively professor

A professor when he was on the verge of retirement dream’t of coaching eager students in his now soon to be retired life, so he thought, as he drove back from college on one of his last days.

He called up one of his old students who now worked in the press to put up a classified in the morning newspaper that would advertise his skills in accountancy as a tutor.

A few days back, 3 girls, all of them pals, came to his house for coaching as exams were just a few months away but they saw a padlock greeting them on his door. They went away sadly as they could not meet the tutor who dream’t of teaching even in his retired life.

padlock

After a week they came again to inquire and this time they found him waiting and ready to teach. Not wasting much time, he taught the nuances about all he knew about the subject in those few months.

The girls loved him for his knowledge and more than that, the way he imparted it to them, making it look so easy. If only, they thought, all of the professors they met were like him.

On the day of the results, our girls were mighty thrilled and why wouldn’t they as the results outdid their expectations and they hurried to their old mentor to convey the great news but sadly the padlock greeted them this time too and they lingered on for him to arrive, for quite some time.

But arrive, he never did that day, and as it was late, the trio went back sadly each to their own homes. The next dawn they went back again to see the house still locked as they found it the earlier day. This time they inquired about his whereabouts with his not so near neighbors, only to know that he had passed a few months away…

Some good souls linger on to complete an unfulfilled wish…

Friends who blossomed

The short Jasmine and the tall Lily
would talk daily as they swayed
the gentle wind who would listen
the bright hovering sun who watched
the merciful rain falling to protect.

The moon shining bright every month
lighting them up as they slept unaware
looking over the ever so gentle beauties
blissfully lighting many a human heart
whose scanning eyes would pick them.

Their life spans so short to us humans
who would enjoy their beauty one day
not even bothering to look over them
bodies of two friends lying withered
their memories fading into quick sand…

The coconut tree

I grow straight up as years go by
from where I can see you below
while trying to eke out a living
going nuts with pressures in life.

The bark, the fronds, the husk
the nut flesh, the water and oil
do know I got everything to offer
as food or fuel to run your life.

Taste the milk from the nuts
enjoy the pure coconut water
you can eat the sweet ripe flesh
all you need to help preserve yours.

While stranded on a beach
waiting for help to arrive soon
pray to get an instance of me nearby
have the sense to break open the fruit.

To feed your thoughts and good self
do plant my seedlings and see me grow
you won’t be disappointed ever in life
for the Lord did make our lifespans equal.

Subjects of Nature

I inspired you with good old mathematics
so that you could count your many blessings
You went further and invented my hidden laws
and called it physics to psyche up your image.

You branded our chemistry and researched on it
I was happy seeing you make wonders with it all
to see my subjects create new ones with time
or so I thought, but I was wrong all this time.

You spoilt the biology of our own good selves
my geography too, who harbored you all this while
and nurtured your educated whims and fancies
until one fine day, when we all, faded into history…

The Waterhole

lion-zebra-water-hole — Pic Credit: blog.thespiritualcatalyst.com

The Lion came out of the dried woods
it was a hot day and he needed a drink
by the gallons he thought, as he neared
the water hole, that seemed getting dry.

He was not wary of his majestic cousins
nor a group of buffaloes buried in the dirt
He bowed to them, before he dipped his neck
to lap up a bit of the precious life giving liquid.

The zebra blinked at him having his full fill
the shallow side at a distance, a herd of deer
trying to wet their throats in rationed gulps
nobody had fear of anybody at the waterhole.

The summer thirst was at its peak defying everything
the only wish everybody had was to drink some water
everything else, friend or foe, didn’t matter to them
as noble souls realized, they knew, the end was near…

Spectacular Charm

The flowery charm you being the flower of the bees
to sit or hover around is a playful activity for them
The magnified petals that you are so bestowed with
make a perfect landing and resting place for them
A treat for all, from far or near, they come to pollinate
Magnolia it could only be you, their final destination…
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Note: A friend of mine asked me if this photograph of the magnolia taken by her was worth writing a poem about. I took up the challenge and am not sure if the poem met the challenge of the beautiful picture…

Unanswered

Are we living entities
or long dead memories
Do we have a common gender
or are we living souls embodied
Did we have past lives on the planet
as humans with unfulfilled wishes
Were we animals yearning to be humans
or humans turned animals
Did we come to earth for a purpose
or just to make merry and suffer pain
Why is one rich and the other poor
while one enjoys other suffering
Why one lives for long as others die young
is it the results of our past karma gone bad
Does any one know and do we care to learn
for as long as the energy remains in us
we fight and die for dead causes
till someone snubs us out or the veil is lifted…

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