A group of clouds came from nowhere
filled with water, they turned to a shower
it is rainy days here again, remarked some
kids left their games and did a rain dance
whatever was left to dry now taken inside
whatever needed to be wet was put outside
the rain drenched and washed the stench
bringing its own perfume that was earthen.
The clouds could now be seen fast receding
a child looked up to see them now flying away
what other task you have, to go soon so fast
please stay and pour some more water on us
to our hearts fill and to fill our pots and wells
No dear, we have other places to water well
and we better not be late, whispered the cloud
as he sped away to catch up with the others…
Sometimes a visual disaster comes as a hidden blessing. At times, you never know how the Lord appears to mend your lives. I hope you enjoy this on the occasion of Good Friday.
I took off fast on my horse when I saw the forest on fire You, who had ventured deep amidst the pines, a while ago dried as they were in the heat scorching it was, this summer a fire had started somewhere had built itself now into a crown.
The logs of timber reduced to tinder the horse though nervous did speed through streaks of fire amid crashing pine the dense smoke had made us to wheeze wasn’t getting difficult for us both could we surrender to the elements? when you were there somewhere lost yet near, waiting to be found.
As we gate crashed the rising flames we did spy a patch of grass where you were seen lying unable to move with a heavy branch having fallen that felled you as it came down Tying the rope to the half burnt log I asked my dear steed to back off And then was, the tinder got moved.
I pulled dear you from underneath Just as the fire seemed to engulf us all ‘Down you kneel’ I cried out to the horse Helping you who could not now stand to mount the stallion who was once a part of a long forgotten battalion then I jumped on to the stirrup And how we sped, only the Lord knows.
With the fire singing on our heels He stopped only when we were out of the woods which had caught fire But it kindled the lost love in us never any fire can burn it down nor the earth can engulf us down partners we were, we will remain Till these burnt woods remain…
The Nation of a billion
with cultures a zillion
with millions in bullion
emblem with multi lion
women with vermilion
currencies in trillion
army always in battalion
with many a medallion
scooters rode on a pillion
the nation of many a lion.
I wish all my Indian readers , a Happy Independence Day!
The kid on the balcony was looking out at a bunch of twigs on fire
apart from that, what would enliven her otherwise sultry afternoon?
the cool wind gushed through the trees dousing out the feeble fire
people started hurrying, sun scampering, as the place turned dark.
She looked up wondering what was it that caused it, an eclipse?
her sight met dark clouds now gathering fast from all quarters
full of moisture, laden by weight, not knowing if they could continue
or should they stop awhile and lighten their load of life giving water?
In full array, they came and converged in a circle around the place
it would now rain at any moment, the girl thought, with sheer joy
She ran down the stair rails to enjoy the first rain of the season
the monsoon had arrived with all paraphernalia, ready to deliver.
The streak of lightening greeted her as her feet touched the ground
thunderclaps resonated notifying that the act was about to start
army of clouds now started to pour their oblations upon the place
this ritual always appeared in time to drench her, so she thought…