Sunday, April 19, 2009

SCULPTOR

Image superposed

   On stone

       Thoughts convulse--------------

 

Cut rough stone

   Know the grain

      Matrix configuration-------------

 

Markout roughly

   Minds image-------------

 

Slowly chip off

   Unwanted surface

      Holding back

         Intact, grain required------------

 

Rough image transforms

   On rough stone----------------

 

Holding breath

   Small chisel hammered

      To remove

         Grain by grain

            To fill life

                Of immortality

                    To stone---------------

 

Lo image

   Stands out in reality

       Before the rays of eye

          The mortal hands

              Created

                 Immortal piece-------------




TAKING ON

How much !

Pounding you take

From dirty hands

Of men, the creature

You created.

 

On way absorbing

All the sudden wrought

With utmost care

And love

 

To preserve

Thy nature

With vigor

To all other creations

Who standby

Mutely.




RE-KINDLE

The bells chimes

Nascent rays creep

Birds herald chirping, tweeting

Petals bloom

Sparkling shine bathe

Transforming darkness

To bounce

Everything to splendor

Of multifarious

Renewed activity.




GOODNESS

The Sun shines

Ceaselessly, regularly

Showering light, heat

On everything.

            Goodness

            The Natures' delight

Must spill out

Does day light regularity

On everything that

Man pass by.



Saturday, April 18, 2009

About Beauty

Beauty is gracious
Though transient
Be it be rose,
Tiger cub
Flower decked tree,
Green sprouting tree,
Sun dipping at horizon,
The silvery nights
And not to forget
Alluring eyes of eve

QUEST

The moment it cliks
It moves ahead
In the void of
Acclimitable Earth.
   The impregnant force
   Begin gathering mass
   With it, inquest branches out
   Understanding, comprehending
   Things of surrounding, far
   And nowhere.

Quietness

The song of early bird
Rising to the tune of gentle breeze
Misty and colorful morning
Transcending to
Still and blazing afternoon
Only the dry leaves
Rolling on with tunes to choose
Keep alive the spirit
To pass on to
Evening adrift with waves
Washing the shore and bank
With gracious quietness
To rhythm of dwindling
Sun and appearance of
Starry sky twinkling to
Pulse of every heart
Etching sweetness of quietude
On the path of memory.