The clouds and The sun January 7 , 2017

                                                On a dull and dreary day,

                                                When the sky was overcast,

                                                With dark and dismal clouds,

                                                 I felt utterly depressed.

                                                Absence of warmth and  sunshine, 

                                                Slowed down the routine business,

                                                The day seemed  unusually longer,  

                                                As time had stopped somewhere.

                                              

                                                 That made my spirits  sink low,  

                                                 Leaving me inactive and  bored, 

                                                 Afraid if time would go like this,  -

                                                  Devoid of activities and cheer.

                                                 At  this point  my mind and heart,

                                                 Began chiding me  in unison, 

                                              '' How come you be such a pessimist, 

                                                Knowing well the ways of Nature ?''

                                                ''Isn't  each night  followed by a day,

                                                 Each  cold winter with colourful spring,

                                                 Don't clouds give way to the Sun always,
                                                 And showers follow to cool heatwaves?

                                                                            

                                                 '' Aren't  these   parts of Nature's cycle,
                                                   Planned for the  good of  all creatures,
                                                   Why not welcome  each  new  season,
                                                   That Nature brings with such wisdom? "

ADIEU ---- 2016

      One more fateful year is,
      On its way to becoming history,
      And the void will soon be filled, 
       With a fresh chain of events

       Unfolding themselves gradually 

       On the stage of the world.

       Days and nights will keep moving

       And so will do the seasons.

       Till they come full circle

      Adding another  chapter 

      To the endless book of drama 

      Set in the library of  nature 

      

      Since  joys and sorrows are,

       But parts of our lives 
      Celebrations here have been aplenty  

      But also loss and sad partings.

       And now, the year is bidding  adieu 
       Leaving behind the unwritten message,
       That life is a mixture of joys and  woes ,
       And will continue to be so forever.








    

ONCE IN A WHILE .........

    It's  good to leave your comfort zone,
    Once or more in a while,
    And travel to far  off  regions,
    To witness different spots of Nature.

 It's awesome  to visit new places,
Meet people with varied cultures,
 Hear  unfamiliar  languages,
While moving among strangers.

  Yet pleasant is it to find always,
 The land with its usual features,
The earth, the same beautiful being,

 Calling you from distant corners.

The sky  same shades of blue,
The sun as bright and dazzling,
The moon same placid and calm,
The air as cool and refreshing.

The  sprightly waves of the sea,
 Calling everyone on the shore,,
With promises of untold  pleasure,
And adventure felt never before.

The shouts of joy and  merriment,,
Of those venturing on tides,

Sound similar in  every language,

 As expressions of natural emotions.

 Returning home at the end of the trip,
Though tired, I was feeling refreshed,  
 As the mind was busy enjoying,
 Memories of the pleasant outing.

It's cool to be home after wandering,
 And  seeing Nature's varied forms,
Her amazing charm and magnificence
 Her all-embracing benevolence

Peace ---

                

                      She is  truly  a beauteous being,,
                      With a sweet countenance, 
                     Calm and composed and genial,
                      Assurance of safe existence.

                      With her around, you feel secure,
                      Fearless, comforted and blessed,,
                      God and Nature providing  you all, 
                      To live in full contentment.

                      You may think she is someone,
                      Sought after and loved by all, 
                    As no one can  like to suffer  forever 
                      Choosing a path leading to unrest.

                    It's  strange enough but sadly true, 
                    There are  some who detest her too,
                    Swear to uproot her very existence,
                        By nasty weapons of violence. 

                    But I know this ugly  warfare,
                    Is not going to last for long, 
                    As sensible people across the world
                     Are determined to fight this evil.

                   And surely, will peace  soon prevail,
                   With goodwill as its core  concern, 
                  As  that alone can  save   mankind, 
                   Ensuring its perfect wellbeing.
     

       
        

LET THERE BE PEACE

     

    Here I am to sing a prayer,

    To the gracious God above,

    To bless our beautiful earth 

    With eternal peace and love.

    I pray there be peace  around, 

    In the skies and ethereal space, 

    On the vast lands and deep oceans,

    With their countless creatures.

    May it  be among animals and birds, 

    Trees and herbs and ground creepers, 

    May it pervade the whole universe,

          And help its inmates to survive and flourish. 

            But above all things here mentioned,

            May it   settle deep in the mind of Man,

            Making him aware of its supreme value,

            As fountain-head of true happiness.

            I know,  in these  tumultuous  times

            Songs of peace  would be hardly audible,

            But believe, as well, that love and peace,

            Never can be redundant or undesirable.

           Hence, I am keen to celebrate this day

         Promoting  bonhomie in the whole world

             Join me if you  like this campaign 

                And together shall we carry it on.

URI TERROR STRIKE --- HEIGHT OF COWARDICE

 Uri  Terror Strike---

 Monday, Sept  19 /16








          Yet another bloody episode,

          In the nasty drama,

          Being directed,

          From across the border.

           Waves of shock and anger,

           Are running across,

          The length and breadth,

           Of the nation.

           How heinous and  cowardly, 

           To target soldiers in their sleep!
           No words are hard enough,

           To condemn an action so mean.

           All that can be said for now is ,

           The martyrs' souls may get peace, 

           And the perpetrators of such crime,

           Be treated with befitting revenge.

            

           


            

My First Teachers

             TEACHERS' DAY

         Here are these few verses,
         Dedicated to my first teachers, 
        Who taught me even before,
         I was able to reciprocate.

       My mother  who was second --
       To none but  Nature herself,
       Who taught me to express myself ,
       With just a few gestures.
      

          When I could express myself ,
          Only through  a few signs, 
           Sometimes with sweet smiles, 
           Sometimes with loud cries.  

           But she could understand all,
          Without  my uttering a word,
          And  sense my humblest  need, 
          As if it were her own.

          My Father, who helped me enter,
          The vast world of knowledge,  
          Starting with the first alphabet, 
          To all about the three Rs. 

           Having made me familiar with, 
            Letters, numbers and  figures,
           He took me by hand one morning,  
           To a school for formal learning.

           And that was a new beginning, 
           But  not the end of  their role, 
           As mentors and guides to me, 
              In facing life's ordeals.

           Till the close  of their  own  times,
           They kept enriching  my mind, 
           With precious pearls of  wisdom, 
            They themselves had gathered.

            These precious gems of wisdom, 
             I  treasure as priceless assets, 
             I'll preserve  with pride always,  
             As long as this life permits.

            For though the teachers  depart,
            The legacies they leave live  on,
            And carried forward in time,
           To benefit generations to come.