Once upon a time, the world was alive

Reblogging this poem from Devika which clearly illustrates how the appearance of man on earth caused much chaos until nature decided to act…

Once up on a time, the world was alive.

The dancing willows whispered in the wind

The streams flowed full and clear

from the mountains till the ocean.

Children of the mountain played and danced under the sun,

over the hill up until the eyes could see.

Then came the blight walking on two legs

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Envy

Why should you bother about him?

When someone whom you rejected

Approaches him in hope for help?

Why do you bring fear upon them

Using your clout in forsaking him?

And when that too doesn’t work

Why do you self grieve

When they shun you for him?

You, who thought were all powerful

To keep all away from dear him

Who was silent all this while

Knowing your intentions though

Emerged more powerful than you.

Envy is a self afflicting curse

Throw the serpent off before

It engulfs you and your thoughts…

Wonderful Creation

The Nature of a woman can be found amidst nature and in the change of seasons and is as sustaining and lasting as the Universe.

The person from whom life springs and flows and waters many a child who crosses paths with her in the many journeys of life.

Her love is the rain that falls upon parched faces eager to soak it all up.

Her correcting rebuke is like the wind which is a turmoil at first followed by a caress for us to understand our wrong doing.

She plays multiple roles and assumes diverse forms and is the last resort for her children to cry for help when trapped in the quicksands of life.

She happens to be the Oasis which a man mirages in the desert of life.

She happens to be the Sun who sustains life in all who is under her shadow.

As a mother, a wife, a sister, a child, she looks up to you in adulation.

If only man could respect her for what she is and pay obeisance to the wonderful Lord who put His genius to work while He envisaged about her. ..

On the look out

Who looks at the crow in flight

and the lovely butterfly in sight.

Who ĺooks at the sun on shine

and the glowing moon so shy.

Who looks at the woman smiling

as she surveys the cows grazing.

Who looks at the clouds sailing

as the wind makes trees moving.

Who looks at the river flowing

flooded with heavy rain falling.

Who listens to the thunder falling

with looks of fear on faces passing.

Who listens to the birds chirping

in the silence of the ants climbing.

Who looks at the water while rowing

as the fish come to see who is sailing.

Who looks at the children playing

turning deaf to parents calling.

Who looks at mighty Lord so loving

who made mother nature pleasing.

The Hidden Gold

Omprakash and Jaiprakash had migrated to the town with their mother from the village after their only strip of land was usurped by the landlord on the grounds that they did not make their payments toward the money they had loaned a few years ago.

Omprakash, the elder of the two was a lazy fellow, always complaining about others and even Jai, his brother. This had gone for a few years and their mother did not do much to reverse this habit of Om. They lived in a small shanty on the edge of the town, as they could not afford anything better.

One day, Om took up an argument with Jai and almost came to blows with him, and Jai was told to leave the house and never ever show his face to Om. Their mother was helpless as both of them were grown up now and she could not offer much to bring down frayed tempers.

Jai soon set up a small shop where he borrowed goods on credit from another shopkeeper and started selling them. With his hardworking nature and pleasing manners, customers thronged to his shop and within no time he prospered. A part of his earnings, he did sent to his mother through his assistant.

Om, though he had driven away Jai, was curious to know how Jai fared and one day went and stood in front of Jai’s shop for quite some time. Jai didn’t notice him as he was busy inside.

That evening Om started complaining, as was his usual wont, to his mother.
“I saw Jai today in his shop that he has setup. But he didn’t even bother to look at me, even though I stood for a full 15 minutes to glance at his face. I am sure he has got his hands on some hidden gold, as otherwise, how can he set up this shop in no time?”.

Om’s mother was tired of this and wanted to put an end this conversation soon. “You only drove him away last time saying you don’t want to see his face again and now you,  yourself go and stand in front of him to get a glimpse of his face?”.

She continued “Jai doesn’t need to get his hands on any hidden gold to prosper. His hard work and endearing nature alone would suffice to bring prosperity to him. If you go and drive him from there, he will go to another place and still prosper. The hidden gold, that you talk about, is hard work and a sincere nature. He has found it and therefore is way ahead of you. For you, it is still hidden by your veil of jealousy and attitude”.

Om had no answer to this, and walked off in a huff as such emotional taunts laced with philosophy from his mother never made any dent on his psyche…

Earth Unearthed

Who told the Earth is suffering..How can it suffer when it has so much to offer? Is anybody richer than it? They say we pollute it. How can we pollute it when all that we produce, good, bad or ugly is from its dust? The animals are vanishing while the human race is increasing and their wants exponentially. Why is he never satisfied? What will become of the Earth when the humans become a burden by the dearth of humanity?

These questions when asked by a confused child of a wise man to which he smiled and replied, … Yes dear child, the earth is made up of a lot of dust that was equally proportioned among the animals the trees and the rocks for the comfort of this creature endowed with qualities not gifted to others..but what did he do? He snatched the gifts of the earth, killed the animals, cut the trees and got a major portion of the dust on his side…now he commands the sea, soon to be berefit of the fish..he rules over the grasslands now devoid of grass..He churns out the oil from the depths to fuel his energies..Yes, dear child, he builds weapons of fire that create huge piles of smoke that fall back as dust on him…His wants are never satisfied for he craves and creates new things but don’t you know; they are part of the very same fine substance, yet called dust. It is not the earth that is burdened, it is him who is, from the unfair wealth of dust that he has collected and carries on his shoulders. Each of these grains carry the weight of plunder and devastation..and one day each grain of that dust will cover him and reduce him to nought..unless he repents and make amends for there is nothing bigger than Mother Earth who one day will pull him back into the dust for eternal sleep..for, from dust he was raised and into it, he shall return..

Pic Credits..Dipin Dev Photography