RAIN IN SUMMER

 

                   The  second week of June,

               And summer at its peak,

               The sun, a ball of fire,

                The earth, a burning furnace.

                  

                 Its myriad creatures suffering,

                   Under the  scorching heat, 

                 Animals and plants and humans,

                   Facing unbearable plight.

                  The landscape, a face of despair,

                   All greenery turned into cinders,

                  Water bodies dried up  to the bottom,

                    Proclaiming absolute disaster.

                 Yet I do hope, one fine day,

                Dark clouds will gather in the sky,,

                Lightning will flash in a distant corner,

                 Followed by loud thunder.

               And down will come the blissful rain,

                 Bringing the much-needed respite,

                 Beginning with a few small drops,

              It will turn into big soothing showers.

                

                 

Rainbows Make Me Believe

 

       My heart  leaps up when I behold 

       A rainbow in the sky ....

                William Wordsworth

       Rainbows make me believe

       That colours will never cease to exist

        In Nature's secret vault

       And will keep painting  the sky

       Every time the sun and the rain

       Wish to have some fun together.

       They also re-assert the truth,

       That every single ray of  the sun,

       Has a whole spectrum of colours,

        To create such magical images,

       Leaving millions of eyes mesmerized.

          My heart, too, is often overwhelmed, 

          With immense pleasure and wonderment,

          Watching this amazing  feat of nature,

           That is not just a  passing  tableau,

           But a memory to be cherished forever.

    

                                                          Image courtesy 

                                                             Pixabay .com            

HEY LIFE !

               

           Hey Life! 

I know not what you are,

A renowned  Noun, 

 A vivacious Verb, or

 An instant exclamation!

An all-weather friend,

 A total stranger,

  Or a keen onlooker, 

  With mixed gestures?

  Little do I remember,

 When had we met first,

Nor do I have any  guess,

How long we'll stay together.

  But sure, I feel around,

 Your unfaltering presence, 

Through all sorts of weathers

  Favourable or otherwise.

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    It's also true that someday,

 -We'll have to part ways,

  As actors silently disappearing,

 Having played their roles on the stage.

  Long we have been together

 Sharing the same time frame,

 It would, indeed, feel painful,

To be ripped apart unawares.

 

Yet, we may have no choice,

But abide by Destiny's rules,

And bid adieu to each other,

 With tears covered by smiles.

 

       Here is my earnest  wish,

     You may take it as a request,  

    To give me a hint beforehand,

      When it's time to wind up.

    So I  could prepare myself,

   To take leave of everyone,

 With gestures of deep gratitude, 

  For all their love and affection.

 

Welcome August!

      

        Welcome, dear August!

       May you be a harbinger of healing, 

         Relief, resilience and restoration,

        To the troubled  mankind,

        Suffering under a calamity,

         Never known before.

         Plagued by a fatal pandemic

         Life has turned upside down

        Grief, loss, and helplessness

         Have replaced all emotions

      

           All we wish and pray  now, 

          That good times return soon,

         And life regains its usual vitals,

         Braving death and desolation.

   

          

      

        

       

   

ईश्वर ने नहीं किया है यह वादा

  

   ईश्वर ने नहीं किया है ये वादा

   किआकाश रहेगा सदैव नीला,

   कि जीवन के हर पथ पर  मिलेंगे,

    तुम्हें  फूल ही फूल बिछे हुए .

   यह  नहीं कहा कि,

   सूरज कभी ओझल न होगा,

  तुम्हारी दृष्टि से,

  और न कभीअतिवृष्टि  का प्रकोप,

   झेलना पड़ेगा तुम्हे.

    यह भी  नहीं कि दुःख  से अनछुए  रहकर

     केवल आनंद   में रहोगे सदैव  लिप्त

      और  पीड़ा का  अनुभव किये बिना ही

      महसूस कर लोगे उस  से मुक्त  होने पर

       मिलने वाला सुख 

       किन्तु दिया  है यह आश्वासन ,

       कि मिलती रहेगी तुम्हे दिन भर,

        काम करते रहने की ऊर्जा

       और थक जाने पर पाओगे

       विश्राम के लिए लम्बी रात

     कि जीवन- पथ  पर अन्धकार तो मिलेगा

          यदा,कदा अवश्य ही

           किन्तु प्रकाश भी रहेगा

           दिखाने के लिये रास्ता

            हमेशा , आस-पास . 

 

TO YOU ALL

 The verses I pen down, 

Aren't merely words,

 Carefully strung together,

 But my letters to the people, 

 I  have been with, anywhere.

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 These are meant  for those too,

    Who  haven't met me ever,

   And know  only little of  me,

  But are  kind enough to read, 

  What I scribble occasionally.

So, if you ever  come across, 

 Any of these random writings,

Read  them as letters from one,

Wishing to share  with  you,

 The joys and wonders of life.

 Now, if  I say  we are  kins,

 Children  of the same great  mother

(We know by the name  'Nature')

Would you mind my sharing with you,

 Some thoughts I really hold dear?

 

The Silver Lining

 

                                          We often fail to see,

                               The bright silver  lining,

                                Hidden under the black clouds.

                              The darkness of despair,

                              Is too deep to penetrate,

                              And make us believe,

                            That something golden,

                             May really be lying,

                             In the very core of it. 

                              The bird in the cage  may sing,

                               With full-throated ease,

                               If only she nourishes the hope,

                               That someday, somehow,

                               The cage will be broken,

                               And she will again  be blessed,

                              With the joy of flying to freedom,

                               In the  boundless open sky,

                              And enjoy herself as before.

                               

                              So, never let hope leave you,

                              Even when bruised by despair,

                              For the sun  is sure to  heal up, 

                              Every bout of rain and thunder.