Words are part of my existence
Through them I express myself
And share my mind and heart
With the people around.
But sometimes they desert me
Making it rather impossible
To convey what I really mean
And the way I wish to do so.
Then all I do is, to keep silent
And wait for them to return
I know they will sure be back
Like life-long companions,
Enabling me to reconnect
With the world, I always belong
The people I love to be with
In the vibrant fair called life.
The night is standing at my door
Like a much-concerned mother
Asking me to take a break
And go to her fold to relax.
It won't be wise to ignore her,
As I too, am feeling tired
And she is a true well-wisher
Offering the much-needed rest.
She is standing at my door
Promising to rejuvenate my mind
So, humbly I surrender myself to her care
The unfinished work, I will resume later.
I look up at
The velvety darkness of the sky
And see the stars in multitudes
Dotting it from end to end
Twinkling now and then.
When in my childhood
I often wondered
(Like all children, everywhere do)
What they actually were
And where they after all went
When the sun came up.
And now, though old enough
To understand things better
I still look up sometimes
Waiting for a shooting star
That I may make a wish
Before going to bed.
If the path ahead
Is too steep to climb on
And reaching the summit
Appears a distant dream
Move on cautiously
One step at a time.
If the hurdles on the way
Are too many to be numbered
Daring you to walk them over
And you fear lest you stumble over
Take the challenge in your stride
One block at a time.
The heights you wish to reach
May not be attained overnight
Nor can the whole world be yours
By winning a single fight
Keep going on steadily
Aiming one goal at a time.
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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