Ode to the Winter

 The winter pouts its fishy full,

Shiver as we beneath clothing and wool,

It jerks its foggy locks,

Fed up with chilly love, ye agrestic folks.

 

The mornings, with Silver Goddess

Spraying silver amidst the greens,

Feathers and furs get drenched,

Dart as birds across tiniest droplets.

 

And the trees seem so stoic;

Immortal shades from His brush,

Whom misty mortality fail to crush,

Vow, as if inspiring spirit from the gothic!

 

Look how the rural damsel goes!

As if dew diamonds a perfect rose,

Her salad gyration at misty dawn,

Anklets jingle to her music own.

 

Birds fly in the foggily-low-sky,

Earlier they took autumnally sigh,

For, too high seemed the teasing blue,

Now the flight without any rue.

 

The noon with a milky smile,

Like a bride after first night

Comes out dreamy and royal,

Others, while, enjoy her facial delight.

 

Aha the light breeze!

Steals dew diamonds from the leaves,

The airy-fairy, it doth tease,

Frees as it the beauty from the seize.

 

How wonderfully the day weds its night!

The crimson setting behind the mist,

Intoxicated gets the light,

Worries not the loss, as the couple kisst.

 

Night fog veils the stars, –

Millions shy beauties

Cajole the dark-misty-lover below,

Whose stoic chill gives a look of neglect harsh.

 

And how lonely the night feels,

As everything takes a shelter,

Like an orphan it tries to enter

A homely warmth in some corner.

 

How sleep prospers under the quilt!

The sleep fed by the bodily warmth;

Humanity energising itself,

As myriad dreams get built.

 

But, also the merciless cold

For the calf and the old,

Both cold-preyed and hold

Their souls inside life’s fold.

Ode to a Scientist (Stephen Hawking)

 

The wonderful concept of cosmos!

Do you know where lies the boss?

The one related to relativity,

Always attracting souls to its gravity.

 

The forces of nature;–

Consciousness where pervades the matter,

And the space-time continuum

Zeroing on our illusionary vacuum.

 

The defined part of universe:

Luminary physicist’s verse,–

Beyond bigness in celestial bodies of the whole,

And lesser than compactness inside a black hole.

 

Still, human spirit takes quantum jump,

For moments few we dump

God as the possessor of all mystery,

And try a taste of the unknown’s chemistry.

 

Theories are what they are,

Spirit, perhaps, at war

With the matter,

One goes only for another’s better.

 

Reality but always one step ahead,

The ultimate expansionist is, perhaps, glad

To be symbolised as the God pious,

While, a lamp burns as faith on reality’s dais.

To the Solitude

 

The jungle and its solitude,

As if a destitute;

Alone and forlorn,

But happy to be born!

 

Silence rustles through twigs,

While, wilderness wispily digs

The deepest grave for its opposite,

And peace doth invest in wind-fallen deposit.

 

Away, away it seems,

Far away! Thus dreams here

Smile like a reality,

Same dreams, which suffocate in a city.

 

Like a mystic gone serene,

Environment here had been

Meditating from the yore,

While, rain poured with heavenly lore.

 

Like a lass too shy,

It doth try

To preserve its chaste privacy,–

Shrink away from any gaze lusty and lacy.

 

Wonder if everything here goes

On awake or enjoy perpetual sleepy dose!?

Perhaps, both enjoy synchronism,

Aha! The heaven without any antagonism.

 

Love oozes here without paired chemistry;

The love purest in history,

As everything here is a born lover,

And will remain such forever.

A Name which has’n Written in the Air

 

Death, what a patient game

Thou play throughout life!

A life filled with strife,–

Thou always keep thy dark fame.

 

The life desperately tries to live,

Thou but grab a hideout

In its territory to blowout

The final flicker trying a survive.

 

How meaningless thou make

Everything about life’s craving!

Oh, the name seemst all fake,

After its matter thou annihilate.

 

Someone, perhaps, understands the futility;–

Of a name written on water,

Still, it has the trivial most existing utility,

There are names which even the air deter.

 

The name so lifeless,

That it forgets itself,

With whom fate creates such a mess

That even death fears itself.

 

What death means to such a name?

Meaningless it doth seems,

How can it? There is nothing to maim;

Where there is none of lively dreams.

A Long, Long Journey

 

A lone man was walking somewhere,

Along the secluded path’s solace,

Brave walk to some distant place,

Eyes had tear,

As step-motherly fate never hear,

While, the only prize of his long race,

Jewelled his brow with grace,

Still, the destination nowhere near.

 

Looked it like a journey to infinity,

The only success of the footsteps

Was the maintenance of their pedigree,

Destiny followed to wipe them out without pity,

And the failure waited for momentary lapse

By the man, to fill its belly hungry.

Ageless Flower

 

The spirituous wine,

How it addicts the adolescence!

Intoxicated heart, then, pine

For a flower awaiting florescence.

 

Most hallucinating is this

Heart’s spirit,

Head goes all amiss,

And soul suddenly becomes bereft.

Divine potion’s first taste,

Pleasure-garden’s immortal flower,

Fade which not to time’s haste,

Occupy heart’s corner forever.

 

And after a long, long time,

Grave finds something still sublime!

The Caravan Moves Further

 

The windy air of fading February,

Frost beaten leaves finally give over.

Still, trees happy as spring hover in the air,

Withdraws winter as if in a hurry,

Inside pond, bright rays seem to marry

The dazzling waves; a sparkling pair,–

Passionate kisses in the starry shining layer,

Seeing which the winged visitors doth worry.

 

Oh! How unemotionally winter passes!

Like that gypsy caravan preparing to go away,

Gone will be the winter with gypsy damsel;–

Two heartless lasses

Will go along a lone pathway,

Away, away! Where autumns dazzle!