Bringing life to a still-born morning

A gloomy grey dawn with shades deep, 
All silence except the lonely katydid 
who still kept its hopes alive for a mate 
through its unhurried breep breep. 

The sky hung spent,
Looking forlorn with languorous bent,  
Discharmed after overexerting itself in 
breaking September rain record, 
The earth below soaked full 
and lay sleepy like an overfed bull.

 
No rockchats for their pre-dawn birdy chatter,
Things are always supposed to be better, 
Then the faint traces of a new day 
filtered across the clouds with a new ray.

 
A handsome oriental magpie Robin 
took over the chorus from the tired katydid 
and the dandy black and white bird's 
teasing, naughty chitter broke the ice. 

Instantly a couple of peacocks gave gruffy hoots, 
A crow cawed, 
A dove sent its docile notes, 
A white wagtail chipped in, 
A few sparrows gossiped across the branches.

 
The morning chorus singers 
increased in number and variety, 
It's the birds who announce 
a new day most beautifully, 
Listen to their announcement, 
They always seem wishing you 
the best of a morning!

Philanthropy of a common man

I'm a common man with modest means, 
and common people have to be 
conscious of their deeds 
that may justify 
their philanthropic conscience. 

They have their limitations 
and need to look for small avenues 
to satisfy the good spirit. 

I am no exception,
I collect my tiny grains of good deeds,--
A potted rose feeling extremely thirsty, 
its buds and top leaves drooping despiritedly, 
I pour water with care and consideration, 
Within fifteen minutes I see the results, 
The branches straighten and leaves turn taut, 
the buds raise their heads again, 
They will smile fully tomorrow.

 
Now who says that 
good deeds don't fetch beautiful results?

Synchronicity

A richly yellow, thick, grand old 
guava leaf lets go of its grip 
on the branch and tumbles down 
to create a soft tonk on the car's roof. 
The completion of a journey! 
Well, I believe some stately wise old man 
also died peacefully in sleep, 
after completing a joyful, meaningful life, 
in some corner of the world 
at exactly the same time.

Crawling for a new day

The day 
holding its last ray,
The dusk 
at its mellifluous cusp,
The breeze stops
to welcome dew drops,
To the nest
birds return for rest,
The leech
also has to reach
a place safe,
To crawl
cling and brawl
on a new day.

Ode to solitude

Embraced by the pining silence 
and stillness of these mute hours, 
my detached self grows more detached 
and aloof like those misty distances 
virginally spread out under the star light.
Thus, the lone pine
felt absolutely fine.

The Baggage

I carried the load of victory 
and the next time 
when I lined up for the run 
I lagged behind like a burdened beast. 
I carried the baggage of defeat 
and perspiring under the load sat down,
gasping for breath, 
and could just manage to see 
others lining up for the run.

Your Sweet Enemy

 

Though your enemy, I am sweet,

My neck thus deserves a softer treat.