Rainbows


Starting from the horizon
Rises a streak of seven colours
Magical, like mixing with the water falling from the sky
Smudging around the edges
Like when a child spoils his art
I savour the scene, my eyes raise themselves up.
To take in the majestic curve
The royalty and the uniqueness of the Rainbow
As I trace the curve and my eyes reach the end
It falls into the horizon, the edges disappearing

Rain with its glory, shares its colours
And I, with my eyes, take the beauty it displays
In my heart, capturing the beautiful image
Never to forget, always to cherish
Be it in the bright sunshine or the damp rain
Over the clouds, it spreads its wings
With such poise and clarity that I stand staring at it in awe.

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Some Things Cant Be Replaced


There is light and there is dark
There is day and there is night
There is sun and it is so bright
Then the moon with its majestic light
Fragrance of those flowers in the meadow
Wet due to the early glistening dew
Also the colours that we see
Makes me realise where we all would be
Had the trees not sustained us
Had the nature not been so nurturing
Heart and its vices, less virtues
More selfish
Hurts other hearts too
Foegetting that hearts cannot be replaced
Like the sun is one
And the moon is one
Like the fragrance is unique
Heart and its emotions, so silly it seems
But it equally hurts, it equally makes you want to rip it out.
Mercilessly.
Some things are important in life
They cant be replaced
Treasure those things for they may pass
Leaving behind the barren lands
The lands that once were lusciously green

The Child Who Could Not See


On the bench, in the park, I sat next to a child who was looking over the lake nearby. He was not wearing sunglasses and I was amazed that he was facing the sun without squinting his eyes. He had a water bottle in his hand on which there was a picture of “spongebob squarepants”. I smiled at him but he took no notice. I was exhausted from my run and was panting hard. At first I didnt think he noticed me, but then he passed his water bottle to me. I smiled at him gratefully and took a sip.

I handed him back his water bottle. I sat straight and looked forward like him. I couldnt help but squint my eyes from the sun. I looked at him and he seemed perfectly alright looking in the direction of the morning sun!

I was surprised. I asked him how he could do that. He smiled. I couldnt make out the meaning of that smile. It seemed amusing and sorrowful at the same time. I waited for him to reply. 

Quite some time passed and I looked at my watch. I still had some time at my disposal before heading home.

Just then he cleared his throat and without looking away from the sun, he asked me to look.

I said where.

He said just look.

I again said where!

He smiled and drew a breath.

Look around you, what do you see?

Do you see the fresh, green grass? Greener than the green!

 When I asked you to look

Did you look at the sky or did you look at me?

Did you look at the lake you see or did you turn your face to the sun?

When I asked you to look

Did you see the pretty colorful flowers and the bees around them?

Did you look for the birds in the trees singing the songs of spring?

If you didnt look, look again!

I bet you wont be able to turn your gaze!

Thats when I looked and thats when I saw

I opened my mind’s eye and looked

Nothing was out of place, nothing had a flaw

I was awed as I looked!

I looked and I couldnt look away!

I smiled and he smiled with me

Together we sat on the bench, in the park

 

After some time, a girl around my age came to our bench. She smiled at me and took the child’s hand who had shown me what I had been missing! She guided him towards the exit of the park. I couldnt help but notice that the girl was guiding and helping the child to walk. It was almost as if … as if the child was … 

NO! It couldnt be! As the realisation dawned on me. I felt ashamed that a person who couldnt see, knew so much about beauty and color and purity. While I, who never even bothered, was blind to all of that!

 

I bowed my head and I felt sorry that I didnt have the sight!

For he saw all that even though he was blind 

While I sat here with my visionless eyes!

Madness


The madness is on its peak 

There is nothing that will make me believe

That love exists, that there is triumph 

That people win, that they rejoice in others victory

That they still think of others 

That they still prefer to give others better than their own

That they still hold their ground

That they dont fall or die from the load 

That there still is comradeship 

That people still value friendship 

NOthing, nothing will make me believe 

That what we live is true 

That what we have is real 

That we are not just helpless hounds 

That we all have a heart, still pure 

Nothing will make me believe 

No matter how much as my madness is on its peak

I am done and resolved 

That I shun this world 

The people who reside here 

All are liars, the lot of them 

Nothing will ever make me believe.

Not the red glare of the setting sun

Not the bright moon with its poise

Not the brilliant blue sky 

Neither the ever stretching horizon.

Nothing will ever make me believe 

That there is something real other than my madness 

 

My Happy Place


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I have a wish. I wish which I wish from the depths of my heart. A wish which we all wish at some point in our lives. My wish is to live a life away from others. A place of solitude, of sanctity. A place which belonged to me alone where I could appreciate the nature of who I am and what surrounds me. A place where there are open grounds covered with grass greener than the green and wide seas with clear blue water stretching out to the horizon forever. The flowers with their colors so bright that one might fall in love with them. I would love to touch the flowers but never pick them! I would love to see the birds take flight and fly with such grace which would put many to shame. Then my eyes would turn to the sky. The sky reflecting the pure blue with an intensity that makes the eyes blink again and again. The sun with its shiny body, warming the world with its golden glow, high up in the sky. I would lay on the green grass facing the sky, letting the sunlight warm me up from head to toe, driving away the chills that have taken a permanent place in my heart and soul. The river would be flowing by my side and I would enjoy the gushing sound of the pure water. it would soothe my nerves which were on the edge for God knows how long. Then would come the night when the stars would show me various constellations so that I may enjoy the night sky. The black canopy decorated by the stars. Ah! that would be a sight to behold. To sleep beneath the wonderful world, a world where I would be all alone, no one to fear and no one to hide from. I would be just me, in my most simplest form. I would laugh without hesitation. I would smile my most genuine smile, just because I want to and not because I dont want people to know I am sad. There would be no one to talk to, no malicious people around, no conspiracy. Just me!

That is my wish which I want to be true. Dont you?

The Flowers And The Tree


In the early hours of the morning, three flowers in the garden, were talking together, whispering with heads bent forward, unaware of me watching them with interest. Just before dawn, the lukewarm light made the white petals seem to me like a paradise of my own. The three flowers with their conspiracy, heads bent forward, seemed to realise the dawn was due and so they straightened and opened their wing-like petals to welcome the warm sun after the chilly night of the spring. The dew gave them a gentle bath to get ready for the sun. The sun rejoiced to see the gesture and turned his full light on those flowers. The flowers moved with the morning breeze, jostling in the gentle caress. All looked peaceful, all was serene. The flowers faced the sun and absorbed the light. The light danced along the colors of the petals. The green grass beneath, so lush, so bare, so pure. I smiled and turned my face to the sun and breathed deeply while stretching my arms wide as if hugging the scene of pure tranquility.
Somewhere behind me, a laughter rang so deep that I turned my head with curiousity. A child of not more than 5, was running towards me in full speed. He was plucking out the flowers with each hand as he ran. I could hear his laughter as he took pleasure in marring the beauty of nature. Between his laughs, I heard the small shreiks and screams in bursts and echoes. Those, I suspected, were the screams and pleas of the gentle flowers. Oh how cruel really is mankind. Even at the most innocent stage, they are so ruthless. I watched him till he reached my roots. He gazed at the three flowers which I had grown fond of. I saw his expression change to one of pure evil. I sensed what he had in mind. I tried to shout to stop him but I was bound and so with pain in my heart, I saw him pluck the flowers from the stem.
It was a murder. A lifetime of pain for me to witness this slaughter. I saw him run along to rampage through the garden. Then I looked down and saw the empty stem where once my three flowers gleamed and glowed.
Suddenly the sun was too bright, the garden became a graveyard. I wept for them. I missed them. They were gone, never to sway in the wind, rejoice with the sun, bathe in the dew. I was left all alone to myself, with bitter reminders.
I was meant to see, to witness. For I am the tree.

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