THE CUCKOO HIDES

The cuckoo hides!

Where? I amaze!

In late night, in midnight fall,

In solitude, in darkness all,

In early morning, in evening,

I hear the wings flapping!!

The cuckoo hides!

Smiles, sings and rides,

In the nest of memories

Among emerald leaves,

While silently passing moments

I hear the heart beats!!

The fallen shadow I see,

In the glass pane reminds me,

Chatter to giggle, the anklets,

The lustrous peacock whistles,

In my heart, it is in my heart….

Patiently hides, the green parrot!!!

BEING A CANDLE

If I were the Venus in heavenly height,

In the sky, I would have shone, a glorious light;

If I were a lovely bud ready to bloom,

In the plant, I would have spread in doom;

If I were a glistening butterfly, colourful,

In petals, I would have sucked honey full;

If I were a sweet little diving loon,

In the infinite horizon, I would have flown;

If I were a cool garden breeze, mild,

I would have blown as fragrance aside;

If I were a wave of milky moon beams,

I would have been a lake of glow worms;

If I were a cloud, wandering in the sky top,

In the earth, I would have drizzled a drop;

If I were a murmuring stream flowing unfold,

In the blue sea, I would have dissolved;

If I were a little blowing conch in shore,

In the sand, I would have slept in pleasure;

If I were a celestial enchanting flute, I long,

In your lips, I would have been a song;

If I were an em-purpled dream in your heart,

I would have travelled hand in hand a lot;

But a tiny grass I was, being nothing,

Except a never warbling lark, silently singing;

A burning candle, a martyr, the smiling face,

Under the Calvary cross, a sacred sacrifice….

SKYLARKS TO SKYLARKS

From the green hills, chant skylarks to skylarks,

The sweetest of the hymns from dawns to dusks,

From hillside to hillside flocking in the sky,

From dales to dales, floating in high!

“In the heart of your heart who still sings?

Still glows? Still blooms? Swings and swings??

Who travels with you unseen, unseen?

Making to smile back to sweet seventeen??

Who sprays the fragrance of yester years?

Echoing the fair flute in your ears?

While waterfalls rush from the lofty hills,

Changing pearls gently sing which ever thrills?

Hearing the marvel, the imprinted grace,

Who whispers among olives, the melodious peace?”

From the green hills, chant skylarks to skylarks,

The sweetest of the hymns from dawns to dusks,

From hillside to hillside, flocking in the sky,

From dales to dales, floating in high!

“Who plunges you in the memory pool?

Gracious, radiant, gentle and cool?

Awaking the soul towards the sunny day,

Where the youth waited the footsteps gay....

Passing the ray, the merriment evergreen,

While in the sky a star seemed queen…

Who plays the harp, in the core of your heart?

Lingering the withered, never wanes the part,

The moon who lights the luminous lamps,

Anonymous ! Anonymous among clouds like lambs !!”

THE RHYTHM OF LIFE

Oh! My beloved morning star!

Hear the lute from afar, afar!

The spring has again brightly sprung,

The larks their songs have sweetly sung,

Butterflies flutter in tiny wings,

Pattering squirrels in palm leaf swings,

Glistening dewdrops in thin grass smile,

Blue-bells, lilies and laurels bloom awhile,

Hear the giggles of shallow streams rush,

Feel the chill of fresh oasis gush,

Listen the rain clouds drizzle with fun,

 Sunflower’s murmur towards the rising sun,

Thrill in lovely rainbow blaze,

The pretty row in horizon, amaze!

Life an ember where memories arise,

Though put in pyre, the phoenix again rise,

Even one travels with a paralyzed heart,

The shadow, the death, accompanies to part,

Everyone has to drink the cup,

The Father has given from the heaven up,

Life, a sea where waves of troubles,

To heal, to heal, one ever, ever struggles,

Fortune, a dream glowing afar,

The vanishing morning star in dawn so far,

A truth? A falsehood? In mind’s palanquin,

Just be pleased in mild moonshine,

Oh! My beloved morning star!

Hear the lute from afar, afar!

Sparrows dive through wind slowly,

Buds bloom to garlands in valley,

Petals of lotus and roses open,

Spreading sweetness to gateways unknown,

Silent stars gaze upon the doves,

Cooing beside the roof with loves,

Lamps are lit to begin the journey,

Towards the pain and pleasures of honey,

Curtains are drawn to life’s new dawn,

Cheer again, cheer again, farewell to mourn,

Enjoy the lost canopy nearby,

Fortune, a cloud roaming in the sky,

Oh! My beloved nightingale!

It rains! It rains! In all mount’s dale!!!