Toiling Night!

These first rays of sun

Have begun to enter my room

The dawn approaches the moon!

After a sleepless night I am going to bed

For the slumber to overcome me

When day is going to begin

My hard work's night has ended!

In a rough day ahead

I'll strive to sleep

But in such chaos

It seems worst to be!

Vivid Memories!

Those walks on the hills,

Up and down around in chill,

We wandered in amorous feelings

Every moment passed in peace

Serenity engulfed everything around

The long sittings in the cliffs

Seeing the setting sun

Hide behind the glowing hill

Down into the horizon.

An outline of the lofty mounts

That stretch as far as the eyes could see

An occasional bark of a deer

Or a terrifying loopard's roar

Could be heard rupturing the stll silence.

Early morning twitter of the birds

Suiting the scenery in perfection.

Friends' unions at our elysian college

That have us united

For those beautiful past memories

Which moistens my eyes with nostalgia,

Every corner and every passing tree

Has a unique memory to remember.

The expansive grounds of the Governor House

That we wandered so often in peace

Lost in wilderness of the great woods,

That communion with nature

Which matured us

Made our souls nurture

And was its nourishment.

Those memories I can never fail

For they'll define me till the end.

Here in the dead of night

I can recount them clear as crystal

Those winter evenings

In which we played truant

And went to relax in cliffs

To enjoy the natural beauty

To nourish our inner soul

For that peace is hardly found today.

At dawn we used to sit

At the serene lake's shore

Enjoying the first rays of sun,

Filtering the water pure,

Emerging from behind the mountain tops.

Swans that swam

Near the pristine library

Was a sight dear,

Travellers going berserk

At the beauty of the hills

Shreiking and shouting in joy

Of their soul's remuneration.

Winter's snow was so placid and calm

And its numbness

Was to us a charm.

Dwelling in this serene town

Of amour and joy

How everyday passed without cloy,

Love spreads here as the first rays of sun

Emanating from the heavens above

Shining in bloom

Driving away the gloom

A masterpiece has indeed been created here

By the mighty god

Where in tranquil silence

We can feel divine!

The Beautiful Beast!

With thy stripes

And thy face away from me

There is an eerie beauty

That you posess!

Thou stride with such regality,

The king of Jungle,

The giant feline,

That charm you have,

That glitter of your eyes

And thy royal tastes

Thy way of life

Enchants me unbearably.

In freedom you enjoy

The bright sun under the tree

With thy ferocity thou kill

The cattle and meek deer in might,

But not without a reason.

Seated aside the silent stream

On rocks and stones

Staring blankly down the ravine

My awe for thou

Seems growing endlessly.

To admire you

I follow you

To the hills and to the plains alike

In the jungles and thick woods

Just to get a glance of you

In all the places

That you haunt and dwell in

With thy superior elan

And as thou walk

Boasting of your royal clan

With alert ears

And swaying tail.

I am afraid to think

Of thy petty sparse numbers

Whilst man breeds in countlessness

Thou art dwindling to lifelessness

Thou shalt be fostered

Shall be guarded for

For thou art the original

Original star of the forest

Without whom light of life

Will be ravished.

The tide of hope

The ride of a goddess

And of mythical charm

Thou shalt live

Until the Doomsday

Comes to harm!

The War That Might Be

Days are tensed

The nights numb

Ferocious words are exchanged

Men are preparing

To kill one another

In the grandest way

The sister nations

The greatest foes

Are at the verge of a war!

One is denying its involvement

For the ruin of the other

Though evidences are clear.

Heated and boiled are the leaders,

With wrath and vengence one is filled

After the attacks of terror

A secret employment of the assassins

To hurt and damage

And create biggest harms.

A shadow of clouds

Subdues the sun,

And makes it darker than the night.

Chill of utter bitterness

Has entered the air,

Soon there'll be war

None know how mighty it can be

And how long it may last

Will it be the end of the world?

Or leave it devastated with a mighty blow

To wail and cry and live in woe?

The Beautiful Himalayan Hills

On moving down the hill

I encounter scenes beautiful

On moving up the hill

I can feel the increasing chill

The winter sun is bright

The birds twitter and chirp

In the pond swans swim

Soon the sky will transpose

And will be filled with clouds

I can sense it full well

Then there'll be snow

And the earth shall be white

The beautiful ferns and deodars

Shall be cast in silver

As the blooming and loving winter.

Amidst all this

There is the wildlife

Of the Jungles of Kumaon

There are deer and tigers

There are bears and vultures

What not is there in this diversity

Among this nature manifested world

Sparrows and mynahs haunt the trees

The cranes from the west

Come here in freedom

And in the sky they fly

In chains and in streaking lines up high

Sometimes lost in the thick fog

Sometimes under the sunny sky.

Here is the himalayan essence

As soothing & majestic

Are the lofty mounts

That one sees from here

With trees in the foregroung

Their silvery tops turn sanguine

As the sun dawns and as it sets

Resting beneath a mighty tree

I am lost in this pulchritude

My soul feels harmony

And it longs to be here for eternity

To be mingled with this god's creation lovely

My spirit clamours & cries to join this imagery

Afraid to be away back among the beings

For their this grace and symmetry

That lies within them

Has somewhere in dormant slumber

Forgotton its identity

Who in the worldly bargains

Have corrupted themselves

Losing that which is eternal bliss

And in their insatiaty

Search that which is their inner being.

THE CHRISTMAS EVE

In the eve of Yule

I sing this tune

To greet my beloveds

On the great season of joy,

Where love emanates from within

Like the rose peatals' aroma

Flowing like a river

And blowing like the wind of winter

It blossoms me and makes me rich

With feelings so dear;

This day is so different and so special

Every moment passes in beauty and amour

An antiquitic sentiment

Transports me to the world ancient

Where lord preaches

And disciples sing amorous and dutiful psalms

A sheperd solemnly guides his herds,

The silent stream flows without harm

Nothing is perturbed

Everything is calm

A fire lit in the fireplace

Glows majestically,

And the christmas tree

Laden with stars and bells golden and silver

Stands aside the fire light sanguine

The mood is indeed divine

And the ship sails the vast seas ahead

With white cotton-like clouds overhead

That sheds the snow thick.

Above in the enchanted night

Father Christmas rides his sleigh

Following his reindeer splendid

He carves his way through the nebulae

To make the children happy and gay

Above the snow-laden trees

Beneath the blazing moon,

He seems so fantastic

In full bloom,

Juveniles cry in joy

Their dream seems coming true

They desire and wish

And their innocence pleads

For their wishes are not selfish

In memory of lord

The divine God

One is engrossed

He enjoys and dances

And sings in tunes

The melodies of glory

Of the mighty lord,

He feasts and rejoices

And forgives his foes

In this season of joys;

He blooms in likeness

Of the Almighty

Who keeps an eye from the heavens above.

The First Snow Of Winter!

The sun that was has now hidden
Under these white herculean clouds;
Icy chill has this atmosphere smitten,
This eve is falling,
Away its drawing the crowds,
Soon the orb will perplex
Into the darkness of the night.
These clouds begin to darken now,
And it hails with might.
Sundry visages are at the windows seen,
How bright firelight comes from within
As an aura of a spiritual being.
Every house's chimney reeks with smoke,
The essence of winter is in the air,
Which scatters the feeling of amour

As are the petals scattered with the blowing wind.
This hail is transposing
Into some delicate fibre still.
Croak of the crow is no more heard,
But sweet enchanting songs
Of nightingale and mynah are heard,
Which sing in joy and in fits to keep warm
In the roof of an unknown hut.
It seems as the man with long white beard is here,
Although the Yule is some days far.
All the surface and the trees
Have now a white blanket worn,
The snow flakes from the heaven
Have now begin to shed,
All thick and fluffy and not a single torn,
So calm and serene their falling seems
It is so bright and dear,
In profound thought one may sit and may disappear
Into that unknown world of divine
Each soul is wearing a look of gleam
For this is the first snow of this winter
This lovely evening.
In restlessness one may sleep,
In enigmatic dreams of wonder and cheer!
Dreams of fairies and of snow,
Of father christmas whom you know
Will pervade the libyranthine of the mind
For morrow is the day of joy and laughter,
Of playful acts of rolling in snow-clad hills and mounts
Playing with balls of snow,
And poking the nose of man of snow,
For this is the season such
Which will make your heart glow
Lke the silver bells of joy.

This song agonises me

This song agonises me,

It brings those memories back of past

When the time was so colourful and bright

That day I can recall

When I heard it last

It was when in my room at home

That I was standing at my window atop

And looking down at the glittering lake

That shone with light bright

Of the falling sun ablaze

The reflection of green hills around

Made it blossom and bloom

That sentiment I can neever forget

When I lived in eternal bliss

Now when I go there

My reluctance to return back persists.

A Stroll of Realization

While this eve I went strolling

Down the path lakeside

There were things which

I had never pondered on before

The white swans were floating

On the icy-water surface,

And there were boats and rows.

An old man, coughing and shivering,

Rowing had a pair of oars,

And still he rowed that boat on and on

With placid and serene pace,

His wrinkled face said much

A withered man

With home to keep

And abundant children at home,

Maidens to be wed

And sons to be fed.

He had an ancient visage

Of a tested and mature man

In these winter months

When travellers are not many

These men of destiny

Are hurt and they suffer,

Their poverty and deaths

Become as accostumed as

Is this season's snow.

He has a wife at home

On the mountain top

Who awaits his arrival

Through the wild forest

At thick night wrought,

Cooking and feeding her malnourished kids,

That are teeming around her,

Expectant of getting something dear.

This lady, that had lived,

Like her chidren at her father's home,

Knows full well what is to be poor.

She toils whole day,

Cleaning and clearing dirty apparels,

And utensils dirty,

At her wealthy masters' homes

She earns a humble wage

To support her beloved ones.

Her copious strive has made her frail

Which has hastily untimely decayed her.

The boatman, her husband, shall now return home

And with his tiresome work done

He shall now profoundly sleep

To get up early the next morn

To return to his humdrum labour

Will his monotony continue

Till he dies one day?

What did he acheive and gain in his life

Was it not a cursed strife

To live in misery?

Will ever there be change

In the destinies of men of such age?

Will he be born again into this marvellous world

To suffer and to endure the pain

That he already did gain in vain!

This Moon is Following me......

This moon follows me wherever I go,

It is like my shadow wrought,

Which keeps my trail.

Here as I am drawing away from home,

It keeps my company,

And it gives me hope I'll never be left alone.

In my memories unknown,

I feel your presence again and again,

Reminding me of several,

Old and forgotten memories.

While in dejection and isolation,

Away from home,

I am seated all alone,

In this thick wood.

But its a moonlit night,

That guides me out of that darkness and gloom,

Which had engrossed me before,

This silvery sphere comforts me,

When I hear that at home,

My beloved ones are,

Also watching this lady fair and pure,

Which in its ghastly white light,

Bathes me and lets me feel near,

To my home and my beloved ones residing afar.

Walking A Path Moist With Dew

Walking a path
Moist with dew
I reminisces things
That I had forgotton
Long ago somewhere.
In nocturnal world
I resist that slumber
Which I know, is comely
And true for me
But there is a fear
Which kills me from within.
Here in this moist path
I draw my memory clear
And here I remember
How much I've lost
As I walked down the path with time.

A CLOWN IN THE TOWN

In the midst of a town,

There once stood a clown,

Which taller and taller grew,

And he walked with jerks few,

He enchanted kids with his charms,

And spells he did knew,

He told tales of dogs and cats,

And from his pockets rats he drew,

That hovered all over ,

Here and there,

And made the women rush,

Away from the market in hush,

To their homes confined.

He lived none knew where,

He said he flew,

And lived in clouds above,

None believed his tale,

Since jester he was anew,

But it did come true,

When one day amidst all kids,

And in their parents view,

He indeed flew,

To the clouds and sat atop one,

And from there he hooted,

And shouted and cried aloud,

Things strange and spoke an unknown tongue,

A damning curse began to take its shape,

And in the unsanctified town it grew,

It could not touch his mighty soul,

But all the rest that did dwell,

In the town died all and adrift.

A Haunting Nightmare

This poem i composed when a haunting nightmare overcame me at night and i sweated in dark night for it seemed very real and it showed a loss of my beloved one:

A profane memory is haunting me,
Its driving me away from bliss,
I have these nights not slept,
For the horror of nightmare,
But in my waken identity it still persists,
There have been times,
There have been days,
When I cried in dispair,
Losing that which I had loved greatly,
Havens have taken away
That my dear and beloved i see.
Each and every moment
Have I purged pure in pain,
And have undertaken several tasks
To occupy my disturbed frame
But its in vain
For each and every task that i did stipulate,
In that haunting memory i did not proliferate.
Each succeeding day my ruin advanced assure,
Where I had lived in demure,
There were times and eons,
When I felt secure,
But today in this enlightment,
I fear what is for me in store,
O! puissant and mighty god,
Let not one suffer in this mortal pod!

'I Want to Dwell In Ancient Times'

I want to dwell in those ancient times,

When life was strange and life was bright,

There was not a single soul that wept and lived in woe,

Fruitful was the age of youth,

With all friends and no foe,

Tranquil and serene was the life,

With no worries and no fights,

With happiness and delight,

Each new day was a perfect one,

Unknown was the cacophony of the busy strife,

Of the towns and cities alike,

There was not a ruining life,

One lived in true paradise,

With beloved once one did dwell,

From dawn till setting sun,

Around the fire, in the sun and in serene moonlight.

Poetic Panorama

Here is one of my poems which i wrote down in the winter of the year 2006 while i was studying in my room at around 2:00 a.m. in the morning.
At that time suddenly i heard a horrific cry of a cat and so this is its description in poetic form:

CAT'S CRY PERTURBED MY SLEEP

A cat groans again and again,

In the silent night and dead,

My sleep is perturbed once again,

The mystery and dilemma regained.

It cries as if in harmful pain

Symbolic to my problems chained.

I in the dark night of this world,

Am unable to sleep once maimed.

Now the dark and dreadful cloud

Will follow my sleep, if it comes,

And I will be be lost in dreams of doubt,

Nor restless neither peaceful ones.

Followed by the cry of a cat

Thunder and lightning occupy the frame,

The horrid lightning destroys the trees, yet another yet!

The uncanny horses with the carriage came

Outside the castle of my dream, that

Too with a Giantess, lady as dreadful as the devil of fame.

In the morn of next day

Descended I to the sill,

To look out what occured and what may,

I found this gloom and sadness followed me still,

For the morning had no light as though i was its prey,

It was with dark, disasterous, diabolic clouds filled,

And the cattle was unable to champ its hay,

For the hay was with dew killed.

In the bed with my blanket laid on i slept.

And again the nightmare followed me as my shadow

When I saw I wept,

And again was I lost somewhere,

In profound haunted depth.