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.
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.
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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.
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 .
The verses I pen down,
Aren't merely words,
Carefully strung together,
But my letters to the people,
I have been with, anywhere.
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?
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