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 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.
Had dream’t of flying to far off Spain
tickets we did not obtain in any plane
She asked how the dream would sustain
I told her we could always get a train
that passed through the terrain of Spain
We had barely got into a crowded train
when it started to mighty heavily rain
having the crowd seeming so insane
only one person Jane, she looked sane.
When I started looking at her again
she seemed to be in some sort of pain
efforts to reach to her were all in vain
when, of a sudden, our train hit a crane
that somehow got stuck in wet terrain.
We seemed to lose contents of our brain
comforting, as in, no gain without pain,
could you tell, amid tears, are we in Spain?
the strain was much, though, to ascertain
we looked like people hit with dirt cocaine
though in our plan was, old Champagne…
This poem came to me with the recent rains in Bahrain.
On the banks of a winding river
covered by shade giving trees
stood an old temple now a ruin
one day, was I mighty surprised
to see myself walking towards it?
The glaze from the noon fiery sun
as it struck many majestic pillars
at first blinded me; I could now see
a deity of a goddess unattended.
Offering my salutations to her
I looked around to spot anyone
who would come this desolate way
but alas, no one seemed to exist
except me, in these lost quarters.
I walked down the once trodden steps
when having heard a sharp noise
I turned around to see, to my wonder
the old sanctorum door now shut
who had shut that door, I wondered.
I went around to the farther side where
trees grew abound next to a cool pond
with water flowers growing amid aplenty
my eyes spied in the shade of trees
a monkey and a squirrel eyeing in awe.
The cool breeze and the fruits in bounty
took me to a dream of bygone days
I dreamt of that very place back in time
how festivities rocked the still ground
where people flocked and lost in joy.
The temple fair with all its pristine glory
had attracted one and all, near and afar
a visitor like me now in different attire
it was then I spied upon a beautiful girl
who stood in the precincts of the temple.
Was she beautiful, or was she radiant
there was something about her charm
eyeing all who seemed to be lost in fun
wondering who she was, bright as the sun
my mind at sea, churning with thoughts.
I climbed the well laid lovely temple steps
a flood of devotees praying to the goddess
somehow the glow on the face of the deity
could very relate to that on the young girl
one in divine and another in human form.
Making casual inquiries it was made known
she was the very child of the temple priest
a staunch devotee who cared for nothing
engrossed in the ardent service of his folk
worship of a mother who was his child.
I circled with the crowd, and at every turn
her radiant smile, of the ever mighty holy
my doubts cleared with the compassion
she bestowed on us with her look of love
a mother truly pleased at her children.
At a loss, to keep the discovery to myself
do I make it known, not had I, the courage
should I approach her the wonder she was
would she listen to me as others of her age
or be wise as a woman of a countless age.
One day, she was playing prank with kids
getting close, away from the little ones
when she sensed my faithful approach,
the graceful, the all knowing smile asking
how was I attracted to her, all these days.
Garnering courage, I went near divine her
while the kids were not at close quarters
asking her, was it true, what I had sensed
she being the divine in human form said
keep it to you, which I did all this time.
Days were spent meeting and asking
had she powers that she could exercise
could she keep the village blessed
she would wait for them to pass a test
would then, she decide to be a part of it.
A few months passed by, days of joy to me,
but one day, the priest’s daughter fell sick
the ailments added to her father’s plight
one said of a physician at the king’s court
might help her to tide over her such illness.
A journey to the palace place was too far
calling the physician might invite wrath
a young lad, i was to carry the message
private it was, to the medic to respond to
a person who still glowed, despite her pain.
I went to the king’s court and with difficulty
manage to get his consent, for the call
but he asked for a big fee, which I doubted
any one, of the village could well afford
but they could have grouped and helped.
With sad tidings, I brought the message
no one cared or willed to help the priest
who rendered selfless service for them
helped bring them blessings from Her
just as She had blessed him with Her.
Chiefs and the landlords refused to help
in kind or in money, left him disconsolate
the priest died, heart broke, just as he was
was this test you told of, she faintly smiled
she was to pass away, with me by her side.
Rain clouds hovered to the delight of all
but my wet plight only, no one could gauge
I lost her that very night, her hands in mine
radiant as ever, her loving eyes upon me
was it in torrents, it poured from the sky?
The river, beside the village, rose in anger
submerged banks with all its people
the waves climbed the forsaken temple
did they also wash away our lost selves
I must be delighted to part with my body.
It all came back to me, I was driven here
a place where once, I loved a girl of glory
a divine Odyssey it was, that got me here
I now, left to reminisce the story of a ruin
a pleasure if She would come again for me.
A famous actor once came to party in town
a crowd went to him that included a clown
who appeared quite shabby in a long gown
which was torn and colored dusty brown
shaking hands, the actor was seen to frown
at a sad painted face decked with a crown
all of a sudden who pushed the actor down
who fell into the deep pool about to drown
hands that pulled him up were of the clown
In search of gold, I land in a forest
where in plenty, are ants of all sorts
that would add to potential costs
as with bites they force me to rest.
I take a long discarded canoe
with a treasure map in hand
that would direct me to the gold
held and lost by an incredible tribe.
In the land of piranha and reptiles,
where the snake and the wolf make
their solo appearance in the dark,
I for one would be at my wit’s end
as to stand still or break into a run.
During my wanderings, I come upon
a deserted hut, that is for me to berth
to lodge myself away from the animals
who are all out as one, to dislodge my
plans and myself from this very earth.
I wake up to see the remnants of my boat
that has been destroyed by some creature
that went this way, and luckily missed me
and was i surprised to see my bag gone
with all it had that I could subsist on.
I will have to roam again as a fugitive,
as a person who lost his coordinates,
and hoping for others to come in search,
of me, a treasure for my beloved ones.