the spring that did not bear the fruit !!!

These were bitter and burning months,
with the days getting hotter,
and unpleasant nights,
there was uneasiness in the air,
and we were struggling to clinch on our dreams.

after a long and tired summer,
with the onset of monsoon,
the first drop of rain
met the earth with passion,
it felt to be quenching the thirst.

the day now seems to be shorter,
less warmer,
night getting a bit colder,
and more pleasant,
and we thought it would be a beautiful spring.

with the passage of time,
the flowers did not blossomed
and there was no descendants,
there was no sign of new life,
and the illusion got to be short lived.

The summer had been so long,
even with the onset of best of the climate,
joy was extinct,
humble creatures were inert ,
the life was sterile,
and the motionless are now flowing with the winds
attributed to the insensitiveness shown for too long.

That red shawl

The pains of life,

and the anguish at work,

brought tears in your eyes,

i construe them as your strength.

Dropped on that red shawl,

like dew on the green grass,

pretending like nothing had happened,

still you could not speak,

but your strained soul talks.

Even though I left you in between,

to fight alone this whole world,

you have to reclaim the lost life,

and the lost charm yourself.

I can stay there for some time,

and can guide you,

but I also have to leave for that

auspicious journey,

to complete that vicious circle of life.

I does not have a magic wand,

neither do I possess heavenly power,

I am a human being,

and can break sometime.

Together we have to fight and survive,

against every odd in life,

be with me,

on the bright sunny day

and in the darkness of night.

Amen!!!

the color of white dust !!!

beginning the day with the calmness in the air,
with a tempting breeze asking me to go outside,
enjoy the simplicity of the desert,
and to find the color of white dust.

The day starts with a camel ride,
which keeps on walking on the dry and arid land,
to keep me energize all along the way,
it takes me to the oasis and surprises me,
with it broad feet and its tactical skills,
and to find the color of white dust.

one can feel the scorching heat,
draining all the moisture of the mother earth,
yet i found so many life forms,
across its length and breadth,
and to find the color of white dust.

with the onset of evening,
the temperature starts to drop,
and mother earth starts to cool down,
folks come out of their tents,
and down from the camels,
dancing and enjoying with their loved ones,
to celebrate the victory they had,
and to find the color of white dust.

the night has now arrived with the twinkling stars,
today being the full moon night,
makes the moment so special and mesmerizing,
time to lit the bon-fire,
sitting around it,
thinking all the time,
color of white dust.

though the dust is white but it,
experiments with colors of life,
plays with the color of soul,
spread the color with camel,
enjoy the colors joy,
and the color of night,
truly shows the vibrant colors of white dust.

Doom and Boom

lingering all day
and through the dark of night,
the spell of doom seems to be indestructible.

the fury has been unleashed,
and damage can been seen,
even though the storm has just started.

the shattered strength,
and the beaten down spirit,
but the journey has only begun.

the hollow promises,
and the fake goals,
dreams were just started to materialize.

the rush in the blood,
and the sweat on the body,
everything seems just like an illusion.

the slow in life,
and the dead in brain,
every action seems to be in vain.

time will mutate,
and winds will change its direction,
to destroy the spell of doom,
to end the storm,
to finish the journey,
to realize dreams come true,
to break the glasses of illusion,
and to bring life to an eternal end
bringing peace and strength to the soul.

The coldest day !!!

It was blistering summer outside,

Still one of the coldest days in my life.

Surrounded by bunch of people,

Chit chatting, making lot of noise,

Still was alone, looking for companionship.

Having a big mansion,

Still was not able to find a single suitable room to reside in.

Being guided by so many,

Still looking for someone

Who can be available each and every time in need.

Missing you is like

Missing the whole world

Even though the world never stops,

Still it halts and brings pangs.

No one can fulfill your space,

You have created by leaving,

Still trying to move ahead,

With all your blessings,

With all the strength,

With all your love,

You have given through your life.

I am still indebted and will remain indebted

Till the time I also leave.