This world is full of beauty. We just need to realize it. While living in my hometown situated amidst the green hills and centered by a lake i learned to see every aspect of nature and even human nature in its wonderous beauty. Gradually with time i began to write it down in poetic form and here in this blog i present it to the whole world which no more seems too broad with the aid of internet.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Ode to Paradisiacal Beauty
Haunted I am day after day
By this sylvan beauty
Which never makes me cloy
So serene is the lake
Amidst the towering mountains
Sweet elegant yachts glide with the winds
As they were kites in the sky
Oh how lovely is this place!
Only artist understands its worth
And it arouses that artist in every man.
I for one, who has grown each day
In this paradise, have fallen in love over again
With each passing day
As the sun rises, its beauty
Is broken to the waking eyes,
One beholds the glimmering surface
Of the lush green lake
Like one in the looking-glass
Adores one’s face
One can sit for thousand years
In profound contemplation of the soul
Such silent is the morn
Only broken by the melodies
Of sweet chirping birds
As the darkness lightens
A muezzin calls
Accompanied by church’s and temple’s bells
One believes he is in god’s kingdom
Where there’s no religion
Only profound spiritual bliss
With early hours gone by
Men begin to depart,
Not in a frenzy
But in serenity,
To their respective jobs
Assigned by God
School children with their satchels and bags
Do not drive
But walk to their second abodes
Breathing the pure, purging air.
The institutions of knowledge
Are ancient and old
With mighty awe-inspiring buildings
Situated amidst the thick woods
Excelling in their roles.
The day smoothly passes by.
As the day bids goodbye
And eve takes its form
The sweet little town
Breaks a new dawn
As a man newly got-up after a chronic illness
The towns-people come to life
The socialites go to the clubs
The devoted to the places of worship
The children play their games
The learned to their studies
Some go fish-feeding
Some for a lake-side stroll
The nature-lover adores the setting sun
That hides behind the hump- backed hill
Oh what a sight it is!
The sky becomes sanguine
The birds chirp again
Calling their children home
God created nature to be adored for its beauty!
The bells toll again
The muezzin sings again
And again the sky is dark
Still you can hear the lark
As darkness comes,
The town glitters again,
The lights of the houses on the hills
Twinkle in the waters of the lake
From the chimneys emanate the smoke
One is again lost in profoundness.
An artist, who paints with words,
Sits up as the night passes by
He hears the owl hoot,
Distant dogs bark,
Once in a while a leopard’s roar
From nearby jungle
Brings him back to the world
With candles burning
And lights switched off
He inhabits the attic
And more than often
Behaves a mad man
He steals a peep out of the window
And is overjoyed and thrilled
Like a new born babe
Just come out of a mother’s womb
He beholds a moon overhead
Its beauty reflected in waters below
Shining silvery white,
The hill opposite with a glow
His heart stirs and something overcomes him
He in the dead of night
On a whim
With a half-burnt candle in the lantern
Ascends to the graveyard uphill,
There he sits near a grave
And is lost to a distant world
Which only few understand.
As morn grows again
He returns home to sleep.
The mountains come in view
With the growing light,
The thick lush woods
With diverse fauna glitter green.
As winter will come there will be heavy snow
The paradisiacal town will go to sleep
Under a blanket white
The dead and living
Both alike will rest in true poise.
With the chill will come the warmth
From the burning hearth.
Soon to ripeness will come the earth
Men will be lost in mirth.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Ode to the Graveyard
How beautiful was it
To be among the dead!
When today I hovered over the graves.
The graveyard was so beautiful
No more in use
Overgrown with disuse
The thick lush bushes
Growing over the stones
Beneath which lie the dead
More than a century and half old
Were the graves.
An Edward, a Margaret,
Little children, of unfortunate parents, dead,
‘Our dear, darling child’,
One epitaph read.
Multitudes of graves
Wide wild graveyard
Which has silently died its own death.
Still a haunting charm draws me to it
Like a beloved one you want to meet
After a long absence,
I long to visit that place
Where beneath lie the dead,
Consumed by the earth.
Once again, like a ghost,
Just got up from its slumber,
I descend in a possessed trance
To the place where beneath lie the dead.
Some Scottish, some English, some Irish too
Long lost men, forgotten by the world
Lie their bodies in an alien land
Where they served and ruled.
One day same fate awaits us,
Will anyone remember us?
When down the ages all will be lost
Our names in the tombstones
Overgrown with green slimy grass,
Beneath our flesh reduced to bones,
Or in a crematorium
Will our bodies be charred to ashes.
Why do we forget what awaits us?
Sin upon sin,
Injustice on injustice,
Seven deadly sins
Do we commit,
With undaunted spirit
Spirit that will evaporate into nothingness.
When on death’s door
We would be lying
Who will soothe us,
And save us from dying?
Many graves were broken
And are broken still
By men, by children,
Whose end, though gradually,
Is drawing near.
Oh why is there this fear
Of dying and death,
When sure it is to come?
Be ready to embrace it
With vigour and valour
Let’s face the unknown, the mysterious
Let’s be done with it!
Monday, August 23, 2010
ON DIVINITY OF MAN
One high power above us all
Greater than the loftiest mounts
A day will come when our soul
Will mingle with that power high
Strive, O men to achieve the goal
live not lives idly
Lost in material bargains
Forget not the Supreme Soul
When away from the hurly-burly of the lives we lead
We shall sit in poise and calmness deep
A magical sensation, an overpowering illumination
Will grip your precious soul
The Divine protection and His over-engrossing attraction
Will make the spirit advance its way
And a day will come when you'l be lost forever
To that God, to the Lord
The one you've never beheld with your eyes
You'll no longer long to see
For thou wilt realize whithin you HE resides
The very essence of yours is Divine
Neither the desires of material gain,
Nor any whims shall in you remain
For that 'I' in you which you consider your Self
Shall be lost to nothingness
Sunday, July 4, 2010
SYLVAN SURROUNDINGS
The howling winds,
The haunting fog,
The misty mounts,
The lovely lake
Transport me to an alien world
No want, no desire hovers there
I silently serenely sit alone
Lost in the woods, among the trees
Tranquillity overcomes me; I am filled with bliss,
Tears roll down the cheeks,
The soul is purged pure.
I love thee God, the soul,
Which like me resides in all.
I know this entire enchanting sylvan world
Resides within me, in my inner space.
For hours, for days
Without a longing of material world
I am lost in such marvel!
Each moment passing by
Makes me conscious of my essence.
The soul becomes whole
Ready to mingle with the Supreme Soul.
No pleasure, no pain, no earthly gain
Does it want again and again.
Without longing, without desire
It has become ever blissful.
Rain drops trickle down the giant trees,
Falling on my eyes, my hairs,
On my earthly existence,
I am replenished, my soul cries in joy.
There’s thunder and lightning strikes
Without there’s strife.
My soul evaporates
In communion with nature it resides.
Ah! Alas! So reluctant am I
To return to the gross world,
To be among the crowds
In the streets hovering with cars,
Although, this all no more torments me,
But blissful peace I attain
When I am among the thick woods
Of the misty mountains overlooking the lake
Where clouds overhead form the hood.
The haunting fog,
The misty mounts,
The lovely lake
Transport me to an alien world
No want, no desire hovers there
I silently serenely sit alone
Lost in the woods, among the trees
Tranquillity overcomes me; I am filled with bliss,
Tears roll down the cheeks,
The soul is purged pure.
I love thee God, the soul,
Which like me resides in all.
I know this entire enchanting sylvan world
Resides within me, in my inner space.
For hours, for days
Without a longing of material world
I am lost in such marvel!
Each moment passing by
Makes me conscious of my essence.
The soul becomes whole
Ready to mingle with the Supreme Soul.
No pleasure, no pain, no earthly gain
Does it want again and again.
Without longing, without desire
It has become ever blissful.
Rain drops trickle down the giant trees,
Falling on my eyes, my hairs,
On my earthly existence,
I am replenished, my soul cries in joy.
There’s thunder and lightning strikes
Without there’s strife.
My soul evaporates
In communion with nature it resides.
Ah! Alas! So reluctant am I
To return to the gross world,
To be among the crowds
In the streets hovering with cars,
Although, this all no more torments me,
But blissful peace I attain
When I am among the thick woods
Of the misty mountains overlooking the lake
Where clouds overhead form the hood.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
IN THE LAND OF GODS
THIS FAR HAVE I TRAVELLED
TO BE IN GODS' LAND,
IN THE COUNTRY OF MY FOREFATHERS,
VIBES OF SPIRITUAL ENLIGHTENMENT
STRIKE ME LIKE A LIGHT
DEEP WITHIN MY HEART LAUGHS.
SEATED IN THE BANK OF GANGA
HEARING THE CHIMES OF MYSTICAL BELLS
TEARS OF JOY, OF CONTENTMENT
FLOW DOWN THE CHEEKS LIKE STREAM,
A FEELING FROM WITHIN EMANATES
WHICH MY WORDS LACK TO DESCRIBE.
AS THE EVENING COMES BY
THE MYSTICS THE SAINTS THE UNPURTURBED SOULS
SING SONGS OF GLORY TO THE RIVER OF OLD
IN SUCH AMAZEMENT AM I LOST
I FORGET MY BODY MY OUTWARD SENSES
SUCH COMPOSED FEELING SUCH CALMNESS
COMES OVER ME
THE MATERIAL WORLD IS LOST TO ME,
I CRAVE AND LONG ONLY FOR GOD
GOD THAT RESIDES WITHIN US ALL.
AS I WALK BACK TO THE ASHRAM
IN A TRANCE I MOVE AHEAD
SEEING BEFORE ME THE LOVELY END
THE END THAT WILL COME ONE DAY
LEAVING BEHIND THE BODY
THE SOUL WILL GAIN SUPREMACY
IN SILENT CONTEMPLATION
I SIT AND AM LOST TO THE WORLD
TO GAIN AN INSIGHT INTO THE UNIVERSE THAT I HOLD.
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