A leisurely evening

Shrubs waving,
Breeze flowing,
Birds chirping,
Sky glowing.

Scent of the soil,
Shadow of a cloud,
A choosy butterfly,
World without the crowd.

Nodding trees,
Playful birds,
Leisurely evening,
‘M short of words.

Thoughts aside,
Worries apart,
In nature’s lap lay
my soul and my heart.

Beautiful Morning

When the first golden sun rays fall on the earth,
their magic makes this place a lot more worth.

Birds welcome the morning chirping all the way -
if this is so great, how beautiful would be the entire day.

Plants and bushes sway to the gentle breeze,
it’s pleasant when the sunlight filters through the trees.

Some are going to their schools; some going for tread;
Some are busy praying, while some still prefer the bed.

Mornings are like the newborn – glowing and pure.
Breathe them with your soul – the day’ll be good for sure.


(A short poem I wrote about mornings, partly during my morning walk.)

Living Life

You call it the beauty of life, or its cruelty, but you are down there on the face of the earth – smiling, enjoying and living your life without even knowing what lies in the store for you the next hour, or even the next moment. And when the unforeseen cometh, you are completely taken aback. This is because while living your life, you have cultivated a habit to plan and expect. You want to conquer a time frame called ‘the future’, which unfortunately is never yours. Life has allowed you to enjoy your present, but sadly has not given you any ownership rights over the future.

Life makes you believe that you own your entire life, since the time you were born, till the time you die. But if you try to see closely, you do not own the past. For, it is just like the letters engraved on stone, which you may treasure or reminisce, but you cannot change. And your future is like a cloud far away, sailing your way. But by the time the cloud reaches you, it is completely in a different form, and worse you cannot hold it or own it. You can just feel the cloud as it comes and let it pass.

So when we spend most of our time recalling the stones buried deep down, or observing the clouds lying far away, we seldom find time to breathe and feel the air, which is around us right now…